not unhappy
not unhappy
not unhappy...
what is this feeling?
-Jim DuBois
March 19, 2015
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Looking for Something
I remember many years ago
when I was browsing
in the consignment shop
down on Pleasant street.
It was grey and snowing outside,
and inside, me, one other browser
and the guy at the register
were the only ones there.
The other browser was a skinny guy
looking for some cheap boots or something.
I wanted some cool cheap shirts, probably,
and the guy at the register kept looking boredly out the window.
Then this girl came in
and we all felt a little happier,
because we were lonely
and our only way out was through girls.
She knew the guy at the register
and they talked for a little bit
and me and the other guy had to listen
because it was otherwise quiet in there.
She said she was having a lazy day,
a relaxed, lazy, snowy day,
and she had spent the morning in bed
playing Nintendo with her boyfriend.
And to me, and undoutedly to the other lonely fellows,
it was like the god we had always wished for,
but never believed in,
had sent a divine being,
a kind of benevolent angel,
to let us know that
somewhere, someone was happy
and not lonely
and that even though such a divine entity
was always going to be out of our reach
and we'd probably have hard struggles
with our separate desperations,
we should not give up hope.
-Jim DuBois
Jan 1, 2010
when I was browsing
in the consignment shop
down on Pleasant street.
It was grey and snowing outside,
and inside, me, one other browser
and the guy at the register
were the only ones there.
The other browser was a skinny guy
looking for some cheap boots or something.
I wanted some cool cheap shirts, probably,
and the guy at the register kept looking boredly out the window.
Then this girl came in
and we all felt a little happier,
because we were lonely
and our only way out was through girls.
She knew the guy at the register
and they talked for a little bit
and me and the other guy had to listen
because it was otherwise quiet in there.
She said she was having a lazy day,
a relaxed, lazy, snowy day,
and she had spent the morning in bed
playing Nintendo with her boyfriend.
And to me, and undoutedly to the other lonely fellows,
it was like the god we had always wished for,
but never believed in,
had sent a divine being,
a kind of benevolent angel,
to let us know that
somewhere, someone was happy
and not lonely
and that even though such a divine entity
was always going to be out of our reach
and we'd probably have hard struggles
with our separate desperations,
we should not give up hope.
-Jim DuBois
Jan 1, 2010
Friday, August 21, 2009
Haircut
Haircut haircut haircut
sittin' at Tracey's wedding
thinkin' 'bout my haircut
it didn't come out how I wanted
but things don't always, anyways
I forgot a belt today,
and the flute playing didn't go how I thought -
which is neither good or bad,
just how it is
I thought I was losing hearing in one ear,
and worried about it a little,
but watched this little girl
bopping a balloon into the air
with her head
and she really wasn't worried,
just energetically bopping the balloon,
and it reminded me of this little dog
I saw once that ran all around energetically,
and maybe a little oddly,
and I didn't find out 'til later
that the dog was totally blind
The funny thing was it almost seemed to not know it was blind,
and it definitely didn't care
or get held back in any way about it
and I thought,
it's ok that I forgot that belt,
and I can live with this haircut,
'cuz hair keeps growing and changing anyways
And what is hair?
The beautiful uncut grass of heads...
-JIM DuBois
Aug 16, 2009
sittin' at Tracey's wedding
thinkin' 'bout my haircut
it didn't come out how I wanted
but things don't always, anyways
I forgot a belt today,
and the flute playing didn't go how I thought -
which is neither good or bad,
just how it is
I thought I was losing hearing in one ear,
and worried about it a little,
but watched this little girl
bopping a balloon into the air
with her head
and she really wasn't worried,
just energetically bopping the balloon,
and it reminded me of this little dog
I saw once that ran all around energetically,
and maybe a little oddly,
and I didn't find out 'til later
that the dog was totally blind
The funny thing was it almost seemed to not know it was blind,
and it definitely didn't care
or get held back in any way about it
and I thought,
it's ok that I forgot that belt,
and I can live with this haircut,
'cuz hair keeps growing and changing anyways
And what is hair?
The beautiful uncut grass of heads...
-JIM DuBois
Aug 16, 2009
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Opposite of Wasting Time (Jan 24 2006)
I guess
the opposite
of wasting time
is hoarding time,
pinching off seconds like pennies,
counting minutes
on the balance sheet
of your life
and hoping they are all
wisely invested,
well-spent,
not wasted on frivolous things,
or luxuries,
or anything intangible,
like happiness.
-Jim
the opposite
of wasting time
is hoarding time,
pinching off seconds like pennies,
counting minutes
on the balance sheet
of your life
and hoping they are all
wisely invested,
well-spent,
not wasted on frivolous things,
or luxuries,
or anything intangible,
like happiness.
-Jim
Monday, April 28, 2008
Uh-oh! I'm happy. (April 25 2008)
I.
Uh-oh!
I'm happy.
Warning! Warning!
I'm happy.
What
have I
done wrong?
II.
I'm sure I've done nothing
to deserve it.
I haven't even been
working hard!
-Jim
Uh-oh!
I'm happy.
Warning! Warning!
I'm happy.
What
have I
done wrong?
II.
I'm sure I've done nothing
to deserve it.
I haven't even been
working hard!
-Jim
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