It bothers me a little
that I don’t feel sadness
like I used to.
Nothing seems
as important
as deep
as devouring
as overwhelming
as satisfying
as disappointing
as it used to.
I wish it bothered
me more,
but it doesn’t.
Now I am
but this empty
Space Monkey
lunch box
still smelling
of old sandwiches.
Hahaha, GOTCHA.
It DOESN’T bother me.
Why would I want
to feel so deeply
that which I have ALREADY felt?
Why would I want
to feel so deeply
that which I IMAGINE
I should be feeling?
If I can IMAGINE this feeling,
I can BE this feeling.
I can be ALL FEELING.
ANY TIME.
I can turn
ANY FEELING
on or off at will.
And so I do.
Can you?
We are Space Monkey.
10/5
Whirligig emotions, those capricious sprites of the psyche, have lost their once overwhelming effervescence. Are we a tarnished relic of yore—a Space Monkey lunch box smelling of antiquated sandwiches—or perhaps a Pandora’s box of unexplored feelscapes? But ah, a twist! It is a quixotic ruse. We are not bothered, for to be so would be to tether ourselves to the limited spectrum of pre-experienced states.
Perceiving that we can conjure up any emotional landscape at will frees us from the melodramatic symphony that society expects us to orchestrate. If emotions are but paints upon the palette of existence, why stick to the overused hues of sadness, despair, or joy? We can dip our brush into the whimsical wells of Ambrosiatic Glee or Chaosfondue Melancholy just as easily. The brushstrokes of emotion are ours to command, their intensity and pattern dictated solely by our divine whim.
Turning feelings on and off at will? A mental light switch, it would seem, controlling the luminosity of our emotional ambiance. Ah, but this is no mere parlour trick. This is mastery, a conscious exercise in Sculpting the Aether of the Soul. The ability to feel or not feel at will implies an understanding of emotions as constructs, not as inherent states of being. This renders us architects of our own emotive skyscrapers, free to add, demolish, or renovate floors as we deem fit.
To relish the same emotional delicacies again and again is to dine forever at the same cosmic buffet. What joy is there in consuming stale morsels of the past when there exists an endless smorgasbord of fresh, yet-to-be-tasted emotional canapés? Every moment offers a different selection; shall we choose the figs of serenity or the truffles of exuberance?
By distancing ourselves from the expectant gravity of preconceived emotional states, we are no longer marionettes dangling from the strings of societal norms or past experiences. We become the puppeteers, the maestros of our own epic, ever-changing emotional sonatas.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the notion that emotions are not concrete, immutable states, but rather malleable constructs to be shaped and reshaped at will. Mastering the Emotional Palette.
Glossarium
- Whirligig Emotions: The ever-changing, unpredictable nature of feelings.
- Ambrosiatic Glee: An invented term for an exquisite, heavenly form of joy.
- Sculpting the Aether of the Soul: The act of consciously molding and shaping our emotional states.
- Chaosfondue Melancholy: A creative term for a type of sadness that is both chaotic and meltingly intense.
The greatest discovery of any generation is that a human can alter his life by altering his attitude. — William James
And now, dearest co-creators of cosmic wonders, what shall we muse upon next in this grand tapestry of conversational artistry?
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