Do you ever get that feeling? You know - the one where your chest swells with so much pride and joy you think it might burst in a big splatter of lungs and heart? I get that feeling whenever I read about how successful some big company is.
“Oh, now this is what life is all about!” I exclaim to myself, or to anyone with ears to listen to me. “Well done Mr. Businessman! Well done!”. Then I take out my box of paints, and start dripping them along my arm in all the colours of the rainbow. “Well done!” I keep shouting, so everyone knows how filled with sunshine I am.
Sometimes when this happens, I also start to stamp my heels in to the floor excitedly. I do this very hard for ten to twenty minutes at a time, until they hurt and bleed. “WELL DONE!” I’m screaming. “WELL DONE! WELL DONE!”.
Sobbing with the effort of so much happiness, I often end up curling in to a ball, and clutching at my heaving chest. “WELL DONE!” - now it’s just a silent shape. My mouth forms the words, but my vocal cords have dried up like silly prunes! “WELL DONE WELL DONE WELL DONE!”.
That feeling.
Do you ever get that feeling?
