Today, I saw a rather sad looking man. He was slumped over at the bus stop, and looked utterly miserable. I surmised this simply by looking at him for all of one minute. He had a box on his stomach that may have accounted for his awful posture. He wore nice enough clothes, but his head and neck were all wrong. It's a bad idea to have your neck and head doubled so they're hanging out with your knees. It's not what mother nature wants. The man's posture was the complete and physical manifestation of resignation and defeat. It was like looking at Picasso's Guernica (a giant painting of a horrendous war scene) flailing about in the wind on my local street corner. My god, it made me ill just looking at him. But, I don't blame him. I have no idea what he was going through. I just wanted him to sit up and be steadfast in defeat. There is honour in having a straight back and not being curled over, even while experiencing the profound depths of human misery. I felt like running up and prodding the man in the side. I wish I had stopped to talk to him. His posture. It was a cry for help. It's too easy, too seductive, to drop ones head and give into sadness and misery. It's one of the most popular games in town - not worth playing - ever. If you are feeling defeated, stand up straight, push your chin out, put your f$&king hands in the air like you've just one the superbowl. Choose to feel better, choose to feel more powerful, choose to kick butt. Hey you, unslump your ass. Good things are coming your way.
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