When eight kids of the tween persuasion started singing horrible songs with horrible lyrics in a horrible tone by horrible girls in horrible makeup and one horrible boy who was most likely thinking horrible thoughts about those horrible whores, I was horribly annoyed.
My Ipod couldn’t go high enough.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Well I am still somewhat alive though, my brain healed fast enough even though my mind surely will suffer fatigue over time from all of this reality. I am waiting for the good life to come back as I am not sure how fucking long the bad will last, but I am positive that life has been as erratic as a Mexican jumping bean.
Maybe it is that there is too much pressure on the big things in life, the landmarks. Such as the team you spent your entire lifetime devoutly following triumphing over evil. Perhaps it is finding a social partner and the implications to your self-identity that follow from it. Or even if it is as simple as the unexpected 500 Dollars in expenses that show up unexpectedly.
The maelstrom stirred upon my life over and over, but never did my ship never sink. The captain must have gotten good marks in regatta school and his mother is oh so proud. If I don’t go under after all of this, I too must be a captain of clever and measured cut. Life seems tough, but my callus is tougher, and I do not have any problem looking beyond the dark folds in my life, and more patience to look beyond others as well. It took me 26 years to get here, but never has this life been hard enough to destroy me because I have survived.
I think I will share my secret with you, but only if you ask nicely. The real point is that I found a garden in my soul, and it is a passive place, which rarely has visitors, but is open for company for the summer.
The seven days of shiva (spelling prob. wrong) on weeds made me laugh and I have determined that more funerals should do that.
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