Splintered Blog 9: The stultifying waffle effect

     Everything up until this point has been at least partially ingenuous, if that’s even really a thing. It may be, for all I know, as long as nothing else is left to chance. Some overblown seeds are sown across multiple timelines, defying their capacity for simple objectivity. Just because.

     On the other hand…

    The narrative isn’t always particularly or otherwise predictably nailed-down (to not really coin a phrase). Sometimes it goes this way and that, unable to decide with any level of marginal conformity. Attitudes, diatribes—you know the script. Often the catastrophically disarming yo-yo experience is just that, and not any matter of facsimile. I only say this because the words happened to show up in my mind. It may, in time, prove evident that this direction was telegraphed way ahead of itself and therefore should be found at least partly relevant. But I can also see why in certain circumstances it wouldn’t be. Or might be. As far as either option goes.

     Whoa, it seems I’ve fallen into my own trap, which is to say that often venting obliquely can be contrary to its own stated intentions, or anything else for that matter.

     To be honest I’m starting to feel a little dizzy. Even stultified.

     But what if this concept were to be turned into a metaphor, providing its gist with a measure of somewhat foreseen duality? In case this hasn’t become obvious: yes, it’s completely within the guidelines set not the least bit arbitrarily but also without a previously decided-on purpose.

     So what, you may ask, has this to do with breakfast food?? Well, nothing. And everything. But only as one aspect pertains to another. And insofar as the opposing poles remain in opposition, even as they trade places to hedge their preferential standings. I can say, with only a modicum of hesitation, that the impending relevancy is not only delicious, and nominally nutritious, but also—keeping in context with its innate duplicity—a bunch of empty calories imbued with less than deft uncertainty.

     See what I did there? No?

     Seriously, I wouldn’t blame you for being unconvinced, unimpressed, or otherwise unresponsive to whatever bifurcated logic this meandering screed is meant to represent. Which may or may not be the point.

     Certainly.