I Am Here, My Ethos.

chapter 22: Can or Jar

I can't open a hot dog jar. I am doing fine. Everything is in its place. My expensive lovely jar of roses is still intact and the moon hasn't left its post, but the can is sealed tight. I usually won't let it a thing stow its meaning. I know what this could imply.

Mishaps are not my fault, they are accidents. I tend to override inexperience with a simple "oh." As if I understood why it did what it did. My reaction is valid.

To be strong (or man), is to conquer every single jar that comes your way. My jar average is doing fine, it's subpar, but today its slowly plummeting to the bottom of defeat and concur. The repercussion would mean giving up my slogan "I'm man." For "I'm strong." Just like can for jar. Both very motivational.

I'm not sure how much of a problem this jar is going to cost me. I'm trying to avoid the excuse of why my hands are hurting and the case of why are you not taking care of yourself all together. I'm avidly trying to keep my manly score in check. I wasn't the one who invented it, but it is on my list of how are you doing. The answer is; "my man," is doing great, whereas I'm fine.

My supreme energy is dying, in fact its starting to hurt. I can see my cheerful attitude is slowly turning into disbelief and quantum mechanics. An observational catastrophe I can't witness.

I am using my whole might. My grip is strong, I am not yielding. What it is that I am doing is that I'm losing myself, and when I'm doing, the doing, I lose myself. So right now, I am losing myself in the battle of man. A true man does not cry for help in the battle of can. A jar is a jar if man is man. I am doing, is I am, not losing myself, in the doing of male normality.

To realise one's effect is to realise that doing is an aspect of self. I'm doing good, great, etc ... in the department of what's going on, how are you, and are you doing okay? The answer is- everything outside my control is trying to kill me- the man, though I'm good, and I'm doing great.

Phenomenal.

Now back to this jar, which is slowly turning into a metaphor. I can't open it, because I'm man/ the philosophy of life/You get what you give.

I gave a strong wooden man, someone who doesn't break easy. I got, man is doing good. Which means I'm failing. The energy is not reciprocating the sentiment. Man means failure and jaundice, apparently. I can't stress the meaning of masculine energy. It is very sensitive. I'm very sensitive to learn that I can't sometimes, against something that is divine in its existence of capability. I must go and fetch a can-opener. Because today I'm a modern man.

I'm not frantic, you are.