The Triangle Of Sadness

The triangle of sadness sounds like the title of some emo threesome porn.

However, it turns out it’s not.  The phrase describes a spot on the human body: the little space between our eyebrows where sadness leaves its bureaucratic stamp.

I guess, we are all just branded blue bulls who still take pleasure in saying: Boo!

But, in my case, this triangle of sadness is acting a lot like the Bermuda triangle.

Each and every day my sense of purpose gets lost in it. But what am I saying? It literally vanishes and no radar can detect it.

The borders of this triangle of sorts are like the sucking mouth of a vacuum cleaner hose which spirals  abruptly downwards, through my entire body towards the evacuation.

Hence I pee my sense of purpose just like other people pee some blood. I secrete too little and excrete too much. An activity so natural to me that needs to be documented some day on..my tombstone.

I once heard Gary Vee answering a tombstone question: Gary, what do you want written on your tombstone? You guys should write: he gave more than he took.

Ooooh, so cuuute! But in my case, please write: She excreted more than she secreted. PS: However always with the discreet charm of a purpose excretionist.