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THE TRULY ORDINARY
DON'T WANT TO GET BETTER

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At Least Not At The Expense of Their Familiar Ordinariness

February 19, 2007                                          © 2007 JAN COX

Present life is so devised that many feel they're not getting anywhere unless the bus recurrently breaks down.
(It is true that all new construction
is followed by some refuse removal.)

A man says he once thought he was "rebelling"
but now thinks he's drowning.

Sitting on a bench, one of the ole city park soreheads spat toward the creeping shadow of a statue of a famous person and mused aloud, "Have you never noticed how slowly time moves when others are having fun?"

One guy got most of his ideas through mail order;
in that way he could better forget where they came from.

To help clarify the matter, one ole man told the kid, "As regards the many uncertainties, possibilities and ambiguities life seems to offer, just remember--you've got your choice--assuming that you have a choice."
(The lad found this particular rock slide a bit trickier than most in that the ole man emphasized no one word in the sentence over any other.)

On a tree
by the lake
at a rebel camp
was a carved sign:
"Prayers for relief
bring their own grief."

The mind of this one reality finally just up and declared that it found "recycled info personally insulting."

Just before the next bus pulled out, the driver turned to the passengers and said, "I understand that none of you know where we're going, but so's you won't feel alone in your uncertainty, Life has provided traveling companions for you who are equally ignorant. For your convenience they may easily be located, they are the ones who will be offering dogmatic descriptions of our ultimate destination."
(and one survivor of a wreck at sea looked about his life boat and thought how much friendlier and cheering it seemed now that there was more than just one leak in the raft.)

In a certain section of this one city it is considered extremely impolite to try and "help" a man who has an armload of proverbs.

To be sure that he was fashionably correct,
one man would wear no clothes that he had not worn before.
(I'm sure I speak for all of us if I say that we have no interest in, or intention of, thinking about this matter in any manner beyond its haberdasherian implications.)

When the king is marine
the subjects all paint themselves blue.

One of those speakers in the city park recently favored the crowd with this observation, "So far as I can see, man's march-of-intellectual-progress remains best marked by his continuing inclination to attribute malevolence as the motive of all who disagree with him."
As befits one fleeing the shadow of irony, he quickly left before any could voice their discord.

In the "ill" that many consider life to be,
everyone receives "free treatments."

The instructor said,
"Vultures follow only the strong."
And a student-lad stood and asked,
"Don't you mean they follow only the weak?"
And the professor tapped his head and replied,
"Ah, yes, I meant to say, 'Follow only the strong hunters.'"
Several in the class were struck, surprised and informed by this.

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