Those who forget history are
forced to relive it, first as tragedy, then as farce.
Playing football with myself
is quite interesting. Especially when I never learn. I play football
with myself outside in the winter, and it appears that there are some
things that I will never learn, which are actually becoming quite
humorous at this point. Firstly, I landed on my right elbow pretty
hard once. So, I did not learn from that, I went out later and did it
again. Until eventually it developed a sort of perpetual sore bruise,
lasting for months, getting reaggravated as I was constantly landing
on it. So then, since that was not enough, I had to land on my right
knee instead. I ignored it, and it developed into pretty much the
same thing. So then, I had to complete the trifecta, sliding along
the ice and ramming my right hand into an outjuting protuberance of
ice a couple of days ago. It had only been my palm, and with a little
effort, I could still touch my pinky finger with my thumb, so I went
out two days later, and landed on my hand, elbow, and knee
repeatedly. It is pretty much just humorous now, as I know I will not
stop to let them fully heal while there is still snow and ice
outside. I will just try to be a little more careful next time. And
try not to start in on the left side.
"Playing football with myself is quite interesting. Especially when I never learn. I play football with myself outside in the winter, and it appears that there are some things that I will never learn, which are actually becoming quite humorous at this point."
ReplyDelete"It is pretty much just humorous now"
Never ever offer the reader the word "humorous" or any of its synonyms, ditto "interesting." It sets up a terrible dynamic where the reader says, 'Oh yeah? Make me laugh then, make me interested, I dare you!'
Those adjectives are sizzle. Offer up a steak and hope it sells itself, but never advertise that sizzle.