The BLAH!s

Often known as "BLECH!"or "YUCK"

BLAH is not just the way you feel when you're BLUE. BLAh is BIGGER than BLUE. It's so big and evil it doesn't even have a color. Not even BLACK. It's colorless, faceless, invisible...and bigger than you. It's that wrangy, restless, "who IS this person in my skin and where did they come from " kinda feeling that makes you want to huddle into a fetal ball on the sofa ... and when that doesn't help, you leap to your feet and pace around your space, feeling muzzy and fuzzy, and ever so borderline cranky out-of-sorts not-yourself leave-me-alone, with that "why-do-I-feel-so-alone-give-me-a-hug-don't touch-me" feeling. That's the Blah's And if it's grey and rainy, and kinda cloudy, you almost feel better. And you have to go to work or school or somewhere you don't want to be. And you see stuff you should do. And you don't do it. And you feel guilty about that, and you still don't do it. 'Cause you're just feeling too blah. And you know that there are starving people, sick people, handicapped people who are all coping..happy...doing good deeds and here you are, feeling sorry for yourself 'cause you have the BLAHs! And that makes you feel even worse. And all the "up" people ask you, "Are you OK? Are you sick? What's the matter with you?" and that makes you feel even worse.. 'cause you really don't KNOW what to tell them, 'cept you're feeling Blah. and you'd like to crawl into a big hole, and hide.. but you're pretty sure that wouldn't help, either. Guess what?! you're a victim of.... the "B..L..A..H.s" Now, if you don't know what I'm talking about, and you've never EVER felt like that, I'm very happy for you. NOW, GIT! 'cause you don't belong here. Here's a nice place to visit, instead: ...BUT... If you recognize the signs, read on. and sooner or later, those BLAH's are gonna vanish like..yup.."magic"!

Only In Fiction... Only in fiction is nothing left to chance. There, people move forward toward destinies pre-plotted. Their motivations clear, not snarled and knotted, Their progress paced and ordered as a dance. In life the characters are prone to stumble, To be not good nor bad, but plaid and pied, As inconsistent as the random jumble Of circumstance wherein their souls are tried. Life's where the villain often is rewarded And conflicts aren't resolved but just augmented; Where love can be both beautiful and sordid And shining armour ludicrously dented. Yet only in hodgepodge life does one attain Wild crests of joy, deep ultimates of pain, Not tokens of meaning served in tidy thimbles But truth itself which challenges all symbols. Georgie Starbuck Galbraith "Song of Myself" (Walt Whitman) I have said that the soul is not more than the body And I have said that the body is not more than the soul. And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is. And whoever walks a furlong without the sympathy Walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud And I or you, pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth. And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod Confounds the learning of all times. And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the universe. And I say to any man or woman: Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. And I say to mankind, be not curious about God For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God. I hear and behold God in every object yet understand God not in the least. Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.

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Created slowly in February 2000 'cause I had a case of the blah's Background by Boogie Jack
Creatures from "SuperSnail" whose site has vanished
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