Bohemian B’s Beat

Teleporting pink unicorns

Potholes, public transport, out-of-order traffic lights, reckless drivers, traffic obstructions and the list goes on and on and on.  When you see these words it should evoke feelings of outrage, disbelief and all round negativity (If you reside in Ermelo of course and if you are an earthling).

I was driving in town recently, swerving from one side of the road to the other in an ongoing attempt of dodging the abundance of potholes (some so big that I fear if I fall in there I will either 1. have to wait for a search party to come looking for me or 2. face the possibility of falling right through to the other side of the earth ball...) reminding me of a 4 x 4 trail.  I was just at the point of losing my cool completely as my morning was one where all of the above mentioned ‘hazards’ played a significant role in stripping me of my ‘pink fluffy unicorns, dancing on a rainbow’, happy mood. I have to swerve again to dodge yet another one and swerved myself into a whole new dimension apparently as I got to thinking, what if I was given the task of writing about something horrendously negative using only ‘happy thought’, transforming the entire story line.  So, instead of losing my mind completely (with smoke bellowing from my ears and the whole shebang, like the funny looking little men in cartoons) I proceeded to ‘re-write’ this ongoing squeal of a negative soapy and try fill it with positivity.

 “What if potholes are not potholes at all, but rather portholes to another world?  What if public transport is not in fact public transport at all but rather a teleportation method?What if faulty traffic lights are not faulty but rather just communication devices which are experiencing jammedsignals, as other worlds try (in vain) to contact us? 

This answers a lot of questions actually.  Have you ever met someone and wondered if they are even human at all? (Oh wait…….I’m sure you all think that when you meet me!)   Well to be honest, no I am not human at all, I am super human! (I have reached this conclusion judged by my own standards, so please, don’t get your knickers in a knot)  I think maybe I ‘arrived’ here by means of a teleportation device, through a porthole after the communication signal was received…….. This is the only explanation I can think of which makes any sense (in my world anyway).  Why else would teleportation devise’s, who misunderstand the communication signals, continuously seem to have the urgency to get up close and personal with me by means of swerving as close to me as they possibly can or horridly cut in front of me, forcing me to slam on brakes and notice them?

 Why else would I be surrounded by so many portholes which seem to manifest themselves right in front of me all the time and everywhere?  Could it be that the bubble blowing, pink fluffy unicorns from Rainbow world are missing their Bohemian……? I can only imagine how bored they must be without me……

   Alright, I’ll stop, what I am actually trying to say here is, instead of allowing these very annoying, joy stealing, ‘in your face’ obstacles to ruin your day, rather transform these frustrations into something bazar and hilarious.  This could help turn your frown upside down. Make up your own story and the plus point is, you can re-write it as many times as you need, it’s your story after all, just like your life…..

Well that’s it for today, dreaming up these kind of candy floss thoughts render me hungry……. (For pink smarties)

Glitter greetings (and all things shiny)

Bohemian B