Waiting For Bob

A sense of the ridiculous.

One of the lesser known senses, but perhaps the biggest lifesaver.

It leads to cool, refreshing, POINTLESS laughter. The best kind. The kind that cleans out the insides. That tickles away the heavy, leaden clutter which attaches itself so persistently to the old grey matter.

It lets you know that whatever seems to matter up there, doesn’t really.

Leaving you free to do whatever it is that doesn’t really matter, with a purer heart.