So here we are. This is it?

This? What exactly is this? This, the here and now that I refer to could be as complete a catastrophe as reasonable to consider. OK ‘what’ exactly as I asked myself is the this, here: I’m still asking and I have no answers. Perspective setting the final picture though many emotions may try to frame it in different ways. Here I am.

Last Friday I received a letter from the Office of Population telling me that I had an official document to pick up. When I received it, it was too late in the day and governmental offices don’t open weekends and this one not on Mondays, bringing us to today. Here a small town in Switzerland. This will all be explained in another blog. One that I am yet to write, yet in chronological order comes six months before this one.  On collecting what I figured would be my updated work permit I received a letter telling me that I must leave Switzerland. In six days time.

There should be some punctuation marks to follow those two sentences but I don’t feel them. There’s nothing punchy about the story that will open up here. It’s all rather pathetic in fact. (I’m more inclined to add an exclamation at the end of that last sentence.)

At the end, if today is indeed the end we are all in equal trouble, no? I am unemployed and un able to search for work due to having had a slip and fallen down a mountain. Now, the blog that I’ve been meaning to write telling that story is on the list of many thought of and not yet written. Yet? If yet does not join the numbers of maybe – never.

Now I should write, whilst the shock is fresh. Robert M. Pirsig in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance wrote something along the lines of, ‘In the moment of shock there is little pain. Pain began when I began to remember, to put things in order in order to forget.’ If you can’t find the exact quote don’t worry, attribute it to me. It has been quite influential for me  over the past thirty years since I read it.
In this moment of shock I am taking the line of least resistance. A little writing here and there as emotion disguised as inspiration dictates. And in between, escapism. You see, aside setting it all out in type which is a useful, thoroughly effective, necessary aid to my understanding and growth I realise that this is a serious problem. One that requires talking it through with people who understand. At the same time it’s all in French, not a phrase indicating that it makes no sense but literally in French. As I’ve written before, my French is simply not that good.

6 Responses to So here we are. This is it?

  1. SoundEagle says:

    Hi JJBollOX,

    You have indeed been through many travails and challenges. SoundEagle hopes that you will eventually find some lasting resolutions to your issues or dilemmas.

    Happy Springtime to you!

    • JJBollOX says:

      Thank you for reading, mire for liking and most for taking the time to comment.
      Travails or trivial’s they are certainly there to show me the errors of something’s that I fail to do. Changing environment may only provide a moments respite from the disaster that is me, stay tuned for ‘a normal life.’
      I wish you all that can be 🙂

      • SoundEagle says:

        You are most welcome, JJBollOX!

        Perhaps some of the posts and pages at SoundEagle’s blog can cheer you up or even inspire you, or give you some good ideas and diversions. Give them a try.

  2. JJBollOX says:

    I am working my way through them… Thanks again and sorry this comment slipped by me..

  3. WordsFallFromMyEyes says:

    Johnny, I forgot about this one. I wonder where you’re at now, what’s evolved from this time, this letter?

    • JJBollOX says:

      Hi again lovely N’n 🙂 I wonder too… I can’t actually remember what that post was about and I’m on my phone so I shan’t be looking now 😉
      I’m just writing to thank you for your wondering! I’m sure they have moved on .. Nothing stay still for very long 🙂 Maybe I should get back to wordpress and actually write something 🙂 Ox

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