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The Weather

“As I had prepared myself to go on this first sales call, I had been literally praying for help, and as so often happens when you ask a question in all sincerity, an answer came. In this case, it came in the form of an article I happened to read in a magazine a day or two earlier. An article, of all things, about funerals.

At the average funeral, I read, about ten people cry.

I couldn’t believe it. I had to read the paragraph over again to make sure I’d gotten it right. “Ten people—that’s it? You mean I go through my entire life, spend years enduring all those trials and tribulations and achievements and joys and heartbreaks—and at the end of it, there are only ten people in the world who care enough to show up and cry?”

I went on to the next paragraph. It got worse.

Once those ten (or fewer) people had yanked their hankies and honked their schnozzes and my funeral was over, the number one factor that would determine how many people would go on from the funeral to attend the actual burial would be … the weather.

The weather?

Yes. If it happened to be raining, said the article’s author, 50 percent of the people who attended my funeral would decide maybe they wouldn’t go on to attend my burial after all, and just head home.

Now I really couldn’t believe it. “You mean, I’m lying there dead, at the grand conclusion of everything I’ve ever said and done, of everything I call my life, in those final moments when my entire existence is called to account and acknowledged and memorialized by those nearest and dearest to me, those whose lives I’ve most deeply and profoundly touched—and half the congregation checks out halfway through because it’s starting to rain?”

This really bummed me out … when I first read it. But now, sitting there in my car outside that little drugstore in Gainesville, I discovered it was liberating. “You know what?” I thought. “I don’t give a damn what anybody thinks of what I’m doing any more. If the odds are that iffy as to whether or not they even cry at my funeral, and chances are no better than 50/50 that they’ll duck out before I’m planted if the sky happens to cry for me more than the people do … then why am I spending so much time worrying about what they’re thinking now?”

Excerpt From: Olson, Jeff. “The Slight Edge: Turning Simple Disciplines into Massive Success and Happiness.” iBooks.

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me: sitting in a coffee shop, hearing the faint clinking of silverware while sipping espresso in the 10am sun

me: dergs *hic* ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The Fool

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RIP coffee machine

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me, trying to learn german: ich bin... ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME

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the most important vine

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Light Fossils by Darren Pearson, is a beautiful series of Light Paintings of dinosaurs. 

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wat

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Color Studies

You can now follow Incidental Comics on Instagram to see my black and white sketchbook drawings and further experiments with watercolor.

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Phases of the Melon

Happy almost-Summer from Incidental Comics!

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We can choose to define ourselves (our smarts, our brand, our character) on who rejects us. Or we can choose to focus on those that care enough to think we matter. Carrying around a list of everyone who thinks you’re not good enough is exhausting.

Seth Godin (via craigtowens)

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It is so much easier to be attracted to someone than it is to be in love with someone. Attraction comes and goes, it demands no obligation for you to stay loyal. Love… Love requires two people to daily make the choice to be devoted to each other. To push one another to the cross because they know attraction will flee, they know that passion will be absent because that is what happens sometimes. Love, like joy, is not an emotion, it is endurance of future attraction, future passion. Love is the anchor that must keep us rooted in the storms, it is not the wind or the end goal, it is simply a tool that Christ gave to us the moment we were born. Do not misuse love, do not mistake attraction for love. Because when it really matters and you are in desperate need of an anchor, using anything other than what is needed will end up with you sinking your ship. Know love before you profess love.

(via tblaberge)

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hyuukiru

my grandpa saw my gemsona on facebook and now he wants me to draw him a gemsona

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OH MY GOD

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Student: can I forfeit math and learn two or three languages instead

Student: it'll actually apply to my life

American School System: you have to learn math

Student: I know basic math and algebra

American School System: because you'll all becoming engineers

American School System: all of you

American School System: you need math

American School System: for engineering

American School System: art? no you're an engineer

Student: what if I don't want to be an engineer

American School System: we're all engineers

American School System: life is only engineers, this is america for pete's sake

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hyuukiru

there’s always those people where you just kind of want to take them aside gently and go “hey, i’m really sorry to rain on your party, but tumblr only tracks the first five tags”

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WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK???????????