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Pavlov vs. National Lampoon

Sometimes I think my life is a lot like a hybrid cross between an evil experiment in Pavlovian conditioning and a national lampoon movie. The stimuli presented remain constant in their negative impact. It's become a thing I expect and to count on; so much so that there are no more, "Oh no! Whatever am I to do now? Panic Panic!" Instead there is only maniacal laughter at the obsurdity that the chain of misfortune can manifest in itself link after link after link of steel-bound continuity. And so when it happens again, what else is there to do but laugh? Like a prank that trusty old friends play on you that you always fall for. "Hahaha. Bob you old coot! You got me again! Hohoho."

One of my favorite sayings is, "There is nothing quite so passe as tired existential crap." Another is, "If you don't like something, either change it or deal with it. If you refuse to work on change, then you have no right to bitch." And I suppose my dunce cap is in the mail because all I've been satisfied in doing is bitching about a thing I've not worked on changing.

And there is Pavlov again. Conditional response to conditional stimuli eventually lead to spontaneous recovery.

Or perhaps in the more secular comes from that mount of timeless wisdom The Scorpion King:

I make my own destiny.

All those brains and good looks too. Who would have thought it.

10:13 am - 10.18.02
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