Shot And Shot Back

I am totally exhausted and quite bruised and battered. I think that’s what four hour of paintball will do to you. It wasn’t exactly four continuous hours but still, it’s freakin’ exhausting. And those paintballs hurt leavings marks from light bruises to welts depending on how far away it was fired. And I got hit, not as much as some but I think it was a lot. I hate those freaking teenagers. Going all Rambo and just wasting their bullets by just firing everywhere and firing up really close (that really hurts and leaves a really round welt). Getting hit is not the only thing causing all the hurt. All that running and crouching and kneeling take their toll on the legs and knees. After all that, the only reward you get is seeing a couple of your paintballs make contact and splat onto someone’s camouflage jumpsuit. Okay, so I had fun. Can you blame me?

Kaboom!

So they fired up the large hadron collider. Supposedly, it will help scientists understand the secrets of the big bang. For some reason, it conjures science fiction-y images of a technician accidentally leaning on a button and starting the universe. Of course that would also mean the end of our universe. Is that what they call a paradox?

Fling Into Something

My curvy new fling is a demanding mistress. She demands that I must always hold her in my arms. In the beginning my hands and fingers were clumsy causing her to make annoyed noises. I began to think that I might have to give her up but it’s a good thing that in the age of the internet it’s possible to learn things you wouldn’t normally learn from the person next door. So I learned how to hold her and my fingers began working a bit of magic and we started making music together. It’s not always beautiful but my hands are still learning and little by little they are learning the right way to stroke her.

Only now the problem is that she’s becoming more demanding. She sits at home waiting for me at night. When I get there, her mere presence draws me in and I am powerless to resist. I hold her in my arms and my fingers move. Time passes and before I know it, midnight has come and gone and I have to sleep for morning will inevitably arrives in a few hours and with it the responsibilities of reality. When I wake up she is there demanding that my hands continue their learning and foolish me just follows her wishes. An hour passes before I realize that I have to go and work but I am still reluctant to leave.

All day in the office all I think about is coming home at night and continuing my learning with my hands. I’m beginning to think that this is turning into something more than just a fling.