Word of the Week #102:
This has been an interesting week. There are quite a few incidents we could discuss.
A large part of it has been the Farmers’ March, here in our home state. In a nation build on peaceful protest and dialogue, the past few instances of unnecessary violence have left a poor imprint on our collective memories. Therefore, the maturity and consideration of the protesters, and the kindness with which the common citizens have responded, is a refreshing sight for these sore eyes.
But, instead, let us focus on the aforementioned eyes, for a moment.
You know, my life has recently undergone a tragic change. I have had to bit adieu to my favourite drink in the whole wide world: Thums Up.
For the uninitiated, let me just say that Thums Up is a cola drink presumably prepared from the caffeinated waterfalls of heaven, and no earthly drink could ever compete with it. And, in a cruel twist of fate, my body has grown completely intolerant to caffeine.
Now, I haven’t been able to consume chocolate and coffee for all of my adult life, and I have had time to make my peace with that, but this is too sudden and far too cruel, and I have not taken it in my stride just yet.
So, as it would happen, I ended up falling off the wagon, tonight, and boy, did I fall hard. Not because I am weak willed, of course, but only because I refused to drink an orange soda. I mean, there are many atrocities I am willing to tolerate, but orange soda? I’d rather drink my cola and embrace the consequences than put that putrid hell-spew in my mouth.
So, I am now lying in my bed, dizzy and weak, but I remain as proud as a Saiyan Prince. With my head throbbing, my ears ringing, my eyes smarting and my limbs wailing, my only regret is that I have no Senzu Beans to spare…
Yeah, pride comes at a price.
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