It’s pretty okay right now. I got the phrase/label from T-Rex and his buddies over at Dinosaur Comics, but yeah, sometimes this is exactly how I feel. “Pretty okay” is a limbo between true okay-ity and actual okay-ity (wherein one feels alright but not particularly good about anything in particular specific).
I think I fall into this limbo state (the word “fall” here implying that I was previously at a state with higher potential energy) when I garner lukewarmousity from life. These would be the equivalent of a slightly cloudy and windy day where its too windy to play frisbee just now, but nice enough to not stay indoors. The fact that the clouds also look a little like rain might be coming also leave a dubious taste in the mouth. For some, this would probably be reason enough to just call it quits and stay indoors, but clearly that is not for me (or else we wouldn’t be here talking like this now, now would we?).
That’s right. I do fancy myself adventurous at times, but what’s differentiating that from common recklessness? I mean, wind and clouds! True, that is one deadly combination but the possibility for a breath of fresh air (which I dare say only truly comes once a season) would be enough for me to throw all caution to the wind (and give the finger to the clouds). There’s very little left to life if you don’t risk winds and rains for the noble cause of frisbee and exertion. The chance to be yourself and do what comes naturally rarely comes, and I’d rather not miss ours.