Sunday, January 24, 2010

Bliss me.



After having lived the life of a virgin for going on a year now, the idea of bliss and where to find it has become a prominent preoccupation for yours truly.

There are few things at first glance that have the ability to bliss one out to the same extent as a good and proper rodgering by someone you adore. However, the person in question needs to be very familiar and comfortable with the workings of their own gearbox, your wiring, the labelling of your buttons and your heating system in order for the bliss factor to happen. It is often necessary to supply them with a map and if they still struggle you might have to show them exactly where the gold has been buried in order to get all blissed out. Worthwhile work my friends, worthwhile work.

When this kind of attention to one’s under carriage isn’t an option, you have to start looking around for other things that might evoke a similar reaction. Similar in the sense that it leaves you feeling relaxed, calmed and satisfied, somehow connected to the world and yourself. Blissed my friends, that’s what I’m talking about.

For a long time I thought that alcohol blissed me out, but I’ve finally realised that it actually just makes me drunk and later hung-over and depressed.

Jogging blisses me out. By the end of a nice long jog through the leafy suburbs of Stellenbosch my brain switches off and my body becomes warm and radiant. It took me a long time to realise that exercise was a bliss zone. For most of my twenties I looked for bliss in every self destructive thing I could lay my hands on.  I'm glad I'm not 20 anymore. 

One of my goals for the year is to take up yoga – I have it on good authority that it will have the desired effect. Writing a fabulous blog entry has the ability to bliss me out. The idea of living with my cats again, that blisses me out.

A wish: may my life be filled with bliss from morning to night. May I find it in places that supply the real deal. Good quality, 100% bliss in a can. May I have it on hand whenever I need it.

Bliss me Universe, bliss me.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Anel,

    Still enjoying each and every post....eventually, whenever i get on to read them. Love the new doo btw ;) Keep kickin' it.

    Be well

    Wanda

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