What makes your mood switched over, fall to one side or another? I’m wondering what could become the trigger. Sometimes we go to a party and almost force ourselves to tune into the general joy, the other times a tiny little something can send the waves of delight all over us in an instant and splash it out, over flown…I wonder why we cannot be evenly happy for every different reason. What defines the scale of our mood fluctuations? Is it a deliciously springish weather, or beautiful painting, or song that touches our soul? Is it a poem we come across or one word someone said to us? Is it a bottle of wine in a good company or a box of luxurious exotic chocolate, all to yourself? Are people who's mood leaps between extremes unreasonably unbalanced?
Yesterday I walked. Literally. I sat in my car in the morning and the car refused to move. He said “hey, dude, I don’t fancy my batteries any more – they old and un fashioned. Get me a new one”. I wasn’t aware that the batteries don’t live for eternity. Whoops. So the car went on strike and I went to the station. I walked into the station awfully late for my train. 10 minutes after scheduled departure. But the train was late as well, so we arrived to the platform the same time. funny how public transport works, huh: when you wait for it, it’s never there, when you late, it waits for you…well, at least once in a blue moon this happened to me anyway. In the evening my car decided he made his point and let me drive him for a while. So now I’m facing a dilemma: either I’m replacing the battery now and make an impression to my car that he can demand almost anything from me. Or I can ignore this incident till next time it happened. Hmmm…I’ve opened the bonnet and looked at the battery. It is old, dirty and looks as if it’s grown into the rest of the thing with the greenish stems of connectors. Somehow it doesn’t inspire to touch it. I decided to think more.
Yesterday I walked. Literally. I sat in my car in the morning and the car refused to move. He said “hey, dude, I don’t fancy my batteries any more – they old and un fashioned. Get me a new one”. I wasn’t aware that the batteries don’t live for eternity. Whoops. So the car went on strike and I went to the station. I walked into the station awfully late for my train. 10 minutes after scheduled departure. But the train was late as well, so we arrived to the platform the same time. funny how public transport works, huh: when you wait for it, it’s never there, when you late, it waits for you…well, at least once in a blue moon this happened to me anyway. In the evening my car decided he made his point and let me drive him for a while. So now I’m facing a dilemma: either I’m replacing the battery now and make an impression to my car that he can demand almost anything from me. Or I can ignore this incident till next time it happened. Hmmm…I’ve opened the bonnet and looked at the battery. It is old, dirty and looks as if it’s grown into the rest of the thing with the greenish stems of connectors. Somehow it doesn’t inspire to touch it. I decided to think more.