Glow-in-the-dark Dinosaur Skeleton

dinosaursLife can be…challenging.  Sometimes the things you want or need to build come with instructions.  Sometimes the instructions are written in another language, or the print is so small that you cannot read it.  Sometimes there are no instructions at all.  What will you do then?  Give up?  Cry?  Complain about how unfair it is that there are no instructions — or that they are incomprehensible or damned-near invisible to the human eye?  NOT have a glow-in-the-dark dinosaur skeleton friend of your very own?  No.  Hell no.  You build it anyway.

There may come a day when knowing and doing intersect, and the pieces perfectly connect in such a way that the product of your labor is indistinguishable from the picture on the packaging.  But it is not this day…


An hour of lost and scattered pieces, when skeletons of dinosaurs come crashing down, and you get your ass handed to you by a piece of shit that costs a dollar, but it is NOT THIS DAY.

Nevermind the assholes who end up with something like THIS. Pfft.  Get a life!
Nevermind the assholes who end up with something like THIS. Pfft. Get a life!

This day you fight!  And by fight, I mean that by assembling the pieces in whatever manner pleases you best — regardless of what the instructions may say, if they even exist, or if you could make any sense of them, which you cannot — you will have the glow-in-the-dark dinosaur skeleton that you deserve.  And it will be splendid; much better than anyone else’s could be.  You don’t need directions!  Trust yourself; you will learn as you go.  Hey, what’s that piece right there?  Who cares?!  ‘Cause guess what?  Unicorn horn!  And what about those things?  Your dinosaur doesn’t need whatever the hell those things were supposed to be.  They are guns now.  And it doesn’t matter one bit that one of the actual arm pieces is broken —

YOUR dinosaur will prevail against all of these.
YOUR dinosaur will prevail against all of these.

use that piece right there.  Your dinosaur is infinitely more badass and better than anyone else’s with one actual arm and one hook-type appendage!  The better to drag forth its/your enemies for…reprimands and fisticuffs! And nevermind those pieces over there — those pieces are for those who lack conviction!   It is finished.

I’ve said this before:  It is what it is, but it will become what you make it.  Life is sometimes like a glow-in-the-dark dinosaur skeleton puzzle.

BEHOLD the Alienunicornosaurus, in all of its nonchalant badassedness!

In my life, there have been occasions where I have wished for instructions.  Days when I had to look at the two little people who mattered most in the whole world and say, “I’m sorry!  I’m doing the best I can!” and hope that they would know how much I meant it — someday, if not that day.  There were hours when I didn’t say it or couldn’t say it to anyone but myself before tears and/or exhaustion gave way to sleep — and those were the hardest times of all, because I wondered if it was true or if it was something I said to comfort myself.  But every night breaks.  And each dawn would inevitably see my faith in my ability to prevail renewed.  And so I continued — to do the best I could do with the information and resources I possessed.  I continue still.  What else would I do?  Give up?  Complain at the absence or inferiority of direction?  No.  Hell no.  If I know anything — and I know quite a number of things, at least two of which are true and applicable here; e.g.,  1) dark is scary; and 2) it’s a whole hell of a lot less dark and less scary with a glow-in-the-dark dinosaur skeleton by your side.

Do what you must.  It doesn’t matter if you know how.  If there are no instructions.  If there is no one to help you.  Trust yourself.  Learn as you go.  Build it anyway.


2 thoughts on “Glow-in-the-dark Dinosaur Skeleton

    1. Haha. Thank you for reading. Wrt “expletives,” I prefer to think of them as “sentence enhancers,” and you will note I sprinkle them liberally here and there for effect, which I find delightful.

      In a world where “function” is subjective, you are no more a slave to instructions (or not); free to create what only you can imagine! You are liberated!

      I have done this thing because it is just.

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