#25

The Generous King

Just to catch you up, I took a prolonged vacation to some sort of astral plane for the summer, and have literally just gotten back this week. It’s cool because I don’t drink, smoke or have coffee anymore. The astral monks did take my memory from me and replaced those memories with a quiet rage, but I have porridge for breakfast every morning, so that’s pretty cool.

Idea #1

When I’m driving, and I’m not in a rush (it’s been known to happen!), I become an entity called The Generous King. It’s a limited role, which mainly involves letting cars merge or giving way to other cars when you have the right of way. It’s one of the only wholesome things you can do in a car, and it can be done with very little effort. A flash of the lights works well, but my prefered method is to raise my index finger, vaguely in the direction I assume they’ll be going.

However, sometimes when you’ve been The Generous King, and gifted someone the opportunity to advance in their journey before their time, a transference happens in the power dynamic - You give a little bit of your generosity away to this person, in the hope that they will become a little Generous themselves. I’m always behind them wondering what they’re going to do (a bit creepy) - Me, grinning like a cheshire cat when they repay the favour to someone else. It’s devastating to see the car ahead take this gift all for themselves, and not let anyone else go when the opportunity presents itself. It becomes a mirror, to me. How could I have chosen so wrong! I’m desperately trying to rememdy the situation by letting another car go. You’ll do better than the last, wont you?!

Can you believe i’ve never once been in a car accident!

Let’s leave it at one idea this week, as I dip my toes back in the frosty autumnal waters of L-I-F-E.

Doodle Segment

“The count himself came forward and took off the cover of a dish, and I fell to at once on an excellent roast chicken.” - DRACULA by Bram Stoker

I’m reading Dracula, and I have been for four months. I love this part near the beginning where Dracula pretends he has servants, but he insists they are all busy. Okay gurl, you ate them probably, but go off. He presents a feast which he has made to Jonathan Harker, his visiting lawyer boy guest - Roast chicken, cheese, salad and wine. Later, “I had for breakfast more paprika, and a sort of porridge of maize flour” - Dracula feeding him up to taste nice and spicy.

Jonathan describes Dracula as follows.

His face was a strong—a very strong—aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils; with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor. Hitherto I had noticed the backs of his hands as they lay on his knees in the firelight, and they had seemed rather white and fine; but seeing them now close to me, I could not but notice that they were rather coarse—broad, with squat fingers. Strange to say, there were hairs in the centre of the palm. The nails were long and fine, and cut to a sharp point. As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal.

Idk If i could trust a guy feeding me paprika for breakfast, who had hairy palms. Call me judgemental!

Catch you next time!