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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Anticlimax...

So today I was given a Kindle Fire.  Cuz, you know, I don’t have enough electronics. I have an Android tablet (I think I saw it under a pile of books last week), a Windows Ultrabook that’s a tablet/laptop hybrid, a Windows laptop, and iPad mini, a coupla iPhones, and an Android phone.  The Kindle adds no discernible value to my arsenal, and wasn't even something on my wish list.  It just appeared, one in a series of recent anticlimaxes.  (Which, unfortunately, are not the same as ante climaxes.  Which could be a term I've just made up. But it's a tangent, and I'm trying to focus, so let me go back to the thread).

Recent antIclimaxes include absently staring at that divine creation in the gym and then realizing a bit too late that not only were you staring, but you were noticed.  And then they come over to speak to you!  … Sadly, as soon as they open their mouth you realize either 1) they’re insane, or 2) their accent is so thick it’s not worth the time it takes to interpret.  By then, of course, the fantasy is ruined and you can never look at them the same way. My gym is full of fine bodies that I can’t enjoy any more because I've actually spoken to them.

It’s the same kind of anticlimax as listening to commercials on TV and then buying the product.  You KNOW it’s never going to be as good or as fast or as durable or as interesting as it looks on TV.  But now you've bought it.  And it sucks.  Which, logically, you sorta knew.  If it didn't suck they wouldn't need to advertise it.  Advertising is all about reeling folk in.  So then you sit with the under performing product in your hand and the realization you've been snookered once again.

All of which serves to keep things in perspective.  At the end of the day, it’s not how much stuff you have, it’s not how good the body looks or how the voice sounds, or even if they’re crazy.  At the end of the day, the true climax comes in embracing each and every moment in its fullness, being completely present and fully experiencing it.  And that’s NEVER anticlimactic. 

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