Poison

It is a shame that having done so well and in a way turned the corner with my piece the day after Tomorrow – you see what I did there – as that was supposed to be the one which was the beginning of a new era in mini blog piece writing. Yesterday the mind was dying of death, an alcohol related death. Being thirty four years of age, the hangovers are different to just five years ago. It is remarkable though because when younger, those both hungover and older than I, sometimes commented on how easy it was for me regarding hangovers and how much worse they get as you age. While I didn’t disbelieve them it is easy to admit to not being fully appreciative of what they were saying. If anyone reading this over the age of thirty I am sure I have your understanding sympathy and for those below thirty ignore me at your peril. For now and for a few years my hangovers don’t just last one day, there is at least two full days of not feeling quite right after a good drinking session. After a three day stag party it is a week of actual genuine illness. The body has been poisoned, and we’ve done it to ourselves.

I was listening to a podcast today, the guest being someone whose name I have forgotten but he directed the documentary The Cove about the Japanese murder of thousands of dolphins each year. It is a famous documentary but if you haven’t watched it I suggest strongly you do. He was saying in the podcast about how the Japanese eat dolphin meat, even putting it in school menus and recommending it to pregnant women. Ignoring the fact that we just shouldn’t kill let alone eat such beautiful and intelligent creatures, dolphin meat also contain dangerously high levels of mercury. Ultimately the Japanese people are being poisoned and poisoning themselves. We have poisoned the seas, we eat cows full of steroids and hormones, soya from burnt deforested rainforest and puss filled milk which three-quarter of the worlds population don’t even contain the right enzymes to break down. Lets be honest, hit thirty and hangover may last two days but if it takes about three months to flush mercury out of your system I suspect those hops are the least of our worries. It’s times like these that I make numerous vows and very rarely follow them through. What is it again about being human, being human and self-destructive. Our daily mission to poison ourselves and those around us.

The Motions

And having ploughed through one surmountable challenge I am left with another, a challenge which this time I am unsure I can conquer. Is it time to attach a negative prefix, sadly it just may be. For today…drum roll please…I am hungover. Totally hungover to the point where my little noggin throbs. Why have I done this to myself I may hear you asking. It may be worthwhile skipping back a few posts and highlighting that I have already touched on the idea that we love doing things which are self-destructive. For today I am but half a man and unfortunately while this man may have maintained his discipline by sitting down in front of this laptop and pressing buttons, he refuses to partake in much thought. The moment I let myself down and go through the motions. Today is a sad day.

One particular plan I have is to write a few pieces and have them as backups incase it is impossible for me to write something one day. The chances of it being impossible are slim lets be honest, I can always find an hour spare at some point in the day if I really try. However imagine I am at sea sailing and I go nowhere near land for three or four days, without internet, oh the horror, I will be powerless. I think there is a handy function on here that allows you to automatically time when pieces are publish so I can set them up for a few days and they will publish at the same time each day. That is a justified reason but there is always the chance I will cheat one day when hungover or don’t find the time for one excuse or another. That is a cheat, being at sea is not. Next weekend I am not at sea but genuinely may not have the time, that is a dilemma. It is also worth pointing out that in the introductory piece I intentionally said I would publish a piece everyday and not write one and while I have broken my own self-imposed rules by writing more than four hundred words a few times I am loathed to not write on certain days through laziness as it defeats the point in this exercise all together.

So thats it. I’ve gone through the motions and I have my four hundred words. Have I achieved something. Only time knows the answer to that question.