Singing Monkeys

Posted: August 4, 2012 in Life, Philosophy
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I was asleep already tonight, but woke up thirsty and had some water and then was too hot & clammy, tossing and turning, so I got up for a bit.  I was (still am) sitting in a comfy chair in the living room, ~ 11.30 Saturday night, and some people at a house just down my street were partying outside.  They were loud, and I was cranky.  Then a group of them started singing in unison, some song I didn’t know, and I wanted to get pissed at them for the noise cutting into my Zen.  Except I couldn’t get pissed at the sound of a bunch of people enjoying themselves on a Saturday night – I am a staunch advocate of such things.  Besides, they all knew all the words to this relatively complex and unrepetitive song, never faltered or missed a detail and kept going for ages.  It was pretty surreal and impressive, because they definitely weren’t professionals, or even in tune, and they were all hammered.  Suddenly I found myself vicariously enjoying their party.

They ran out of steam and took it indoors shortly after the song, I have now reestablished my Zen, and a cool breeze is coming in the window.


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