He knew the instant he slid his butt into the chair that it was meant to be. After all, how could anyone sit in front of a computer without a chair? With this perfunctory action comfortably out of his way, it became clear what he was supposed to do. But how?
A Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction, that’s how. And exactly what is Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction, you ask?
A cryptic book which provides guidance for any man when he is in doubt as to what he should be doing. All men are equipped with one—as far as I know.
It’s a fact (well, NOW IT IS) that a man should be able to subscribe all of his unconscious thoughts to this book—when the television isn’t on that is, which as it so happens is the true source of all man’s knowledge—as any wife will tell you. Especially my wife.
Also—as a man who has never read the book, because it’s internal—I noticed that it states on page 6 section 12 paragraph C…
“Occasionally it is good for a man to have an idea and go do something about it—so that his wife will know he’s still breathing.”
I guess that’s why they call it A Man’s Mystical MANual of Instruction because without it males would probably go out and do something absolutely stupid—and ironically we sometimes still do.
Like the time when I was a boy of eight and (foolishly) tried to go jump a picket fence, but it was in the manual so I naturally went and did it.
That’s why you’ll never convince me that the reason I had a high pitched soprano voice for the next twenty-five years, was because of some adolescent hormonal change.
Puberty my ass!
Nevertheless, that’s what A Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction does for you. It tells a man what it is that he’s meant to do… even when it defies all logic—LIKE ATTEMPTING TO JUMP OVER A PICKET FENCE LIKE AN IMBECILE!
You want a example, huh? Okay let me think of one… I’ve got it!
Fabio! Now here’s a guy who seems to have been born to look into mirrors… and occasionally do commercials.
That’s the stuff mystical manuals are made of!
You want yet another example? Jeez, you’re a demanding group of readers. Hmm…
Alright, how about, Bruce Jenner?
Now there’s a guy who went on to win the men’s decathlon. Of course, Caitlyn Jenner later came along and changed everything and I do mean… EVERYTHING!
Naturally, after that Bruce was immediately bounced from the man rolls and given his walking papers, never to subconsciously consult A Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction ever again. But rules are rules.
Hey, don’t blame me it’s not my fault I didn’t create the Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction, only the rules found in it. But hey, it’s up to you guys to follow those rules.
Just remember, though, I’m not the guy who was a guy who became the woman who changed the guy into a woman… LITERALLY!
Anyway, where was I?
Oh yeah… so back to the guy sitting in a chair in front of his computer. Now this guy, his thing, the thing he was born to do (as recorded in… the Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction), turns out it was his destiny.
And it’s a good thing too because imagine if he wasn’t meant to do it? That means some other poor sap would have gotten stuck with that fate. Why this guy might still have been sitting in front of his television (snoring) if he hadn’t discovered his true manifest destiny?
That’s right, you heard me correctly—and if you did, you’ve really got great ears because I only wrote that part—IT WAS HIS MANIFEST DESTINY! Uh… accompanied by an epiphany, which we’ll get to later.
Turns out, that was my manifest destiny.
Now I know all this is hard for you to believe, but there it is in black and white on page 4,234,592,001,632, section 7, paragraph D of my personal copy of A Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction and it states, and I’m quoting…
“The guy in the chair in front of his computer—that would be me—as listed in the “In My Cluttered Attics” blog post dated Monday, January 30, 2017—will discover his manifest destiny and this will lead to his having an epiphany—which might have to be removed later by means of brain surgery.”
And what exactly was my manifest destiny—excluding the epiphany? It was for me to become one of the early pioneers responsible for the expansion of America—by way of the information highway.
Okay, so I missed the appointment with manifest destiny by over a hundred years.
That’s a good thing, though, because it also meant that I avoided the challenging—if not virtually impossible—journey to expand 19th century America by way of the, as yet, unpaved information highway.
Now I know what you’re thinking here, you’re thinking: “Please no more I can’t take it!” But we all have to press on… there’s no turning back now!
Why you ask?
Well, what else would you have me do, refer you all to the National Hieroglyphics Channel on the subject? You know they did a special on this topic back in 69 B.C. However, oddly enough, they never ran the episode again? Also, the DVD hasn’t come out on Amazon yet either?
Guess they’re waiting for the directors cut.
So… we have no choice but to press on… TOGETHER… because I don’t wanna have to recount this whole affair all by myself.
Anyway it’s just as well,. You see A Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction has never recommended a National Hieroglyphics Channel episode ever.
Well… not one originating in my unconscious thought process, anyway.
And what about those episodes originating in my conscious thoughts, you ask?
That’s one I’m too afraid to think about.
All the same, I haven’t finished my post here yet, and I’ve established a quota of about thousand words, which should leave me about three hundred more to go. So just wait where you are folks, we’re almost there, and then you can go to the bathroom and tinkle.
Now cutting to the epiphany part of the manual—it’s listed in the bibliography section.
So this guy (Moi), suddenly comes to realize that his manifest destiny of expanding 19th century America (through the information highway) has passed him by. That’s when I decided to get on the internet and head out west.
Then I discovered that the early pioneers stopped expanding westward when they hit the Pacific Ocean—imagine that, who knew—probably because their Conestoga wagons weren’t water-proof.
Suddenly the epiphany struck…
“I realized I didn’t need a water-proof Conestoga wagon to expand 19th century America. All I really needed was Google Maps… well, and Minecraft!
That’s right… with Google Maps and Minecraft I could set out to blaze a whole new trail.
So I started (and ended) by extending the old Oregon Trail to a point out in the Pacific Ocean 40 degrees North Latitude by 130 degrees West Longitude, where the Feds finally caught up with me for loitering on (my now derelict) oil platform.
They ordered me to cease and desist (can you believe it?) in the telling of this tall tale which has resulted in my growing a rather long nose.
Now, what does A Man’s Mystical Manual of Instruction really tell us about a man and his thinking?
That perhaps a man is not perfect because of his mystical manual of instruction. As you see, it does let him down and appears to be defective.
Maybe we shouldn’t be blaming the man for all those occasional lapses in logical thinking, but instead, blame his DEFECTIVE MANual!
For the record… my wife says “That’s a bunch of poppycock.”
See, what did I tell you? HAS TO BE THE MANUALS FAULT.