I've found my zen
There was a good few hours yesterday afternoon when I was teetering on the edge of dropping into a dismal "Oh God make it all stop" depressive fit but I managed to back away from it. Today I am bouncing around the office, putting out fires, with the Arcade Fire's "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)" just blazing away in my head like some spastic nursery rhyme. I feel GOOD.
It's all of this creative energy that's just happening right now, and I need to thank brilliantrouble (Pern: bringing Rose h8ers and <3ers together since 2006) and koudeang and rainfire_dancer and lcsbanana and probably a bit of residual OMG from a bunch of other people. I love everybody today, AND it's Friday, AND I just got taken out to lunch by my boss as a belated "new hire/we love you" treat.
Oh, and I really have found my Zen:
Somewhere up the corridor, another redheaded weyrling was whistling. Jauntily. Anyone who had known N'zen for more than ten minutes would be rather suspicious of this behaviour. Zen pouts. He smirks. He glares. He does things sulkily or with an air of world-weariness. He is the least jaunty person in the universe.
As the one being who knew this better than anyone (ever), Arumth was a bit alarmed. {{What did you do?}}
[[There are roughly three days out of every Turn I am required to be in a good mood,]] N'zen replied. [[It was one of the rules back at the Hall, rule 22 I think. "On the twenty-third day of every fourth month, Naizen must act like a human."]]
The silver-tongued blue was momentarily speechless. {{And... you adhere to this.}}
Zen grinned. Toothily. [[It fecks with people's heads.]]
Arumth refused to argue with this and so went back to thinking of ways to bonk Nagalth on the head. His rider, meanwhile, switched from whistling to humming some truly baudy ditty and rounded a corner... only to be presented with a decidedly grumpy-looking Emilana.
"Who pissed in your porridge?" he asked, because no matter how much humming, whistling, and jaunty strutting Zen did, he was still Zen. Then he considered recent events and frowned. "Wait... no one HAS pissed in your porridge, have they?"
It's all of this creative energy that's just happening right now, and I need to thank brilliantrouble (Pern: bringing Rose h8ers and <3ers together since 2006) and koudeang and rainfire_dancer and lcsbanana and probably a bit of residual OMG from a bunch of other people. I love everybody today, AND it's Friday, AND I just got taken out to lunch by my boss as a belated "new hire/we love you" treat.
Oh, and I really have found my Zen:
Somewhere up the corridor, another redheaded weyrling was whistling. Jauntily. Anyone who had known N'zen for more than ten minutes would be rather suspicious of this behaviour. Zen pouts. He smirks. He glares. He does things sulkily or with an air of world-weariness. He is the least jaunty person in the universe.
As the one being who knew this better than anyone (ever), Arumth was a bit alarmed. {{What did you do?}}
[[There are roughly three days out of every Turn I am required to be in a good mood,]] N'zen replied. [[It was one of the rules back at the Hall, rule 22 I think. "On the twenty-third day of every fourth month, Naizen must act like a human."]]
The silver-tongued blue was momentarily speechless. {{And... you adhere to this.}}
Zen grinned. Toothily. [[It fecks with people's heads.]]
Arumth refused to argue with this and so went back to thinking of ways to bonk Nagalth on the head. His rider, meanwhile, switched from whistling to humming some truly baudy ditty and rounded a corner... only to be presented with a decidedly grumpy-looking Emilana.
"Who pissed in your porridge?" he asked, because no matter how much humming, whistling, and jaunty strutting Zen did, he was still Zen. Then he considered recent events and frowned. "Wait... no one HAS pissed in your porridge, have they?"