I’m catching a cold, I think. It may only be a mild one, but what a miserable state of affairs, that we should have bodies that suffer all these viruses and so on.
Happiness is good health and good digestion.
And in support of both those states of being, when am I going to start eating better? I have a terrible diet. Lots of carbohydrates, salt, fat, and sugar. If my body is a temple, my inner teenage boy is running around vandalizing it day after day.
Maybe it takes this condition to coin another word. I’m curious if it’s already out there, but I won’t look, because I don’t want to haul that leathery old boot out of the water.
I wondered if “bleh” is as well-defined as “meh,” which I was delighted to learn came from the Simpsons, or at least was popularized there, and actually is defined now. But it led me to “invent” the combo:
It’s a variant of “maybe,” building on the way maybe is often a way of saying no when you really don’t want to say no, when you’re feeling kind of “meh” about the question, and maybe “bleh” as well.
“Hey, Dude, you wanna go on a vision quest at White Castle?”
“Oh, I dunno, Man. Mehbleh.”
Well, that makes me feel better. At least I can still contribute to the English language despite my sickness. And not just simple language, but poetry.
Maybe it really does take pain to make great art.
“It seems to me that maybe… it pretty much always means no.”