Word of the Week #217:

Torrid

Often, I love having this outlet for some of the relatively lukewarm issues I encounter on a daily—or maybe weekly—basis.

It is good to have such outlets. It can be cathartic.

Writing always helps me control the chaos. 

However, if things escalate beyond a certain level, I feel uncomfortable talking about them, which further makes it more difficult to handle an already difficult situation.

And, instead, I shift the conversation to something more mundane, something easier to discuss.

Something like the weather.

Speaking of which, it has been pretty warm, lately. I am not unfamiliar with such heat, but not am I comfortable with it.

I hope it rains soon.

I have no real reason to believe that it will, but a man can hope, right?

After all, it has to rain, right? Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but soon.

Till it does, I just need to survive, right?

Lying under the searing sun, alone, I await the rain. 

Word of the Week #215:

Drone

This world is full of some rather annoying things, right?

Like people, and mosquitoes, and lizards that come running across the walls of your room and freak you out for no good reason. Bloody lizards…

But, more than anything, the one thing that has been annoying me the most over these past few weeks is the dull, throbbing, constant pain that accompanies the rise of a wisdom tooth.

Now, I am no stranger to pain. I get hurt more often in any given month than most people probably would over years. I have had to endure several nagging chronic injuries too.

However, this pain is different. 

It just does not stop.

No matter what else I try to do, it is always there, always making its presence known.

Short of taking powerful painkillers every few hours—something I would refuse to do—there is no way to find any respite from this uninterrupted torment.

I wonder if this is the price for wisdom.

I wonder if this is worth it.