Doobis Says

I, walking through some forested land, frequented by the locals, encountered the usual forest decorations – trees, brush, litter. The classic broken beer bottles and their shards of glass.

Continuing this journey led me to some less traversed country in this particular forest, but only less traversed in our time. The now ruined cave dwellings of earlier humans were the only indication of other people ever having been here, and in them, broken shards of pottery.

I hung out in the caves for a few terrifying moments. The stone looked as if it would give way at any moment, leaving me a buried treasure in this ancient refuge. Not a bad final resting place, I suppose.

I mused on what the previous inhabitants must have used their pottery for. I pictured wines and grains and nuts stored in them, sacred carvings etched into the pottery vases and jugs and bowls. I pondered my fascination with these broken pottery shards, contrasting with my earlier notice of broken beer bottles and the shards of glass.

I amused myself at the thought of some distant descendants, finding a broken shard of a beer bottle, and holding to it the same mythical reverence I gave to the pottery shards, imagining them trace the brand logo with their finger, and wondering in awe what sacred meaning this image must have.

An archaeologist, piecing together the broken glass like a puzzle, carefully brushing away dirt, before proudly announcing to his companions his theory for this artifact, claiming it was used to hold a form of fermented brewed grain which would make the drinker feel intoxicated.

“That’s funny,” I think to myself.

We should always do this. Once something is done, it can never be undone.

I did not do this before paying money to start this blog. (I have to spend money to have a blog? I have to pay to have a place to put my ideas in a space on the internet?) I regretted this as soon as I did it, but it is done, so I must now accept the fact that I did not think before making my action. You, reader, can probably think of similar times you wished you had thought before acting. Maybe you did think, but then experienced the regret that comes after doing a thing you wish you had not.

But it is done now. Accept. Learn from your mistakes, and move on and make the most of what you can from the new reality that happens every time an action is made.

I now have a blog. The world is yet unprepared for the slew of ideas that will spew forth from the unholy matrimony of Doobis with a keyboard and an internet connection.

The world is now stuck with whatever I deem to put out in words, or actions, or thoughts. If only I had thought more critically about the consequences of my actions, that paying for a blog space would obligate me to make use of the space, and therefore dispense my drivel, unsolicited, to the masses.

Let that be a lesson to you. Think before you do