New notebooks are the bane of society. Add beautiful notebooks to that too.
The writer is not a nature enthusiast verging on the extremes, publicising the use of recycled notebooks nor is she blinded by too much of terror and hardships to want to deprive everyone of little pleasures like lovely notebooks. But the fact remains that these little devils have returned unto the world pages full of emptiness, not masterpieces, contrary to what was expected of them. Notebooks are deemed as a compilation of blank, inviting pages which are supposed to be filled with words and images, doodles, anything that reflects its possessor’s emotions. The outporings of their hearts. Their deepest reflections on life.
This may have seemed true to you but your opinions are about to change.A recent survey of the writer’s daily activities and a detailed research on the thought process of the same subject has proven the inefficiency of newly bound pages in triggering productive thoughts by the neurons, in other words, a temporary paralysis of the brain is caused. These damaging objects include the hard, leather bound jounals, those with intricate patterns drawn on them and even those notebooks with the cute, colourful covers, which are all over social media. The writer is inexplicably drawn towards her downfall like a drug-addict is attracted to drugs. The mechanism is true in true in both situations. A forbidden object is the most longed for. The writer of this blog was a patient of mine, who recovered from her appaling state by virtue of intense medical and psychological care. And after her noteworthy recovery, I was requested to write this post in order to extend my services to all other needy bloggers.
Prior to my therapies, there was an incurable urge in my patient to buy as many notebooks as she could afford and pile them up in her shelves. There was a teeming mass of journals and notebooks at her place with no apparent use. My patient has described with many a tears, the negative impact they had on her life. The pages which ought to have generated an impulse in her to write, only dissipated it further. My subject used half-filled, ordinary journals to pen down her thoughts, which she had decided to copy down into her new, so-called beautiful notebooks if they satisfied her. Upon the needful being done, she proceeded to copy down the passage she had written in the new notebook but was afraid of ruining it by her self-tagged awful handwriting and unruly, cringe-worthy writing skills. These notebooks, she said, were reserved only for her truly noteworthy pieces and could not be spoiled by the balderdash she usually writes. This has not only created an unsolicited discrimination against certain notebooks and their receding worth, but has also led to increased dissatisfaction in my patient. She has been demoralised and demotivated by being made to feel that her writing was inferior and not worthy enough to appear on the pages of beautiful notebooks.
I have advised her to channel her dissatisfaction with herself into improving her abilities and to refrain from those pain inflicting objects.
Those suffering with similar afflictions may feel free to contact me through my patient.
From the patient herself : My psychologist has been a notable figure in my life, solving successive problems which I would find myself in. She has much more knowledge to impart, which is surprising, given she has never once opened, or even looked carefully at a beginner’s psychology textbook. However, this should not be taken against her because she can work wonders by her instincts and the truckload of experience she has gathered in counselling her friends and in visiting her school counsellors for a chat. Do avail the services of my alter ego while you can.
Is it funny, or should I remove the humour tag?