Everything in my head is upside down, inside out, up and down, here and there…once again reading is presenting a challenge, I hate when that happens.
I noticed the other day that I have been feeling more grown up. And as I quickly approach 42yrs old I realized I can’t have this feeling of being a kid with all these heavy grown up responsibilities, anymore. I think I am on my way to being a fully fledged adult. DAMN, when did this happen? Next stop, old hagsville where I shake my broom stick at the noisy, annoying kids in the next room. Oh wait, I have always done that. At least for their sake, I am getting slower in my old age.
For the last few weeks, I have had an internal struggle going on. I can’t put my finger exactly on what is bothering me, at least not on one sole individual pet peeve, more like a zoo of manmade inbred freaks but not enough circus tent to house the chaos….but I feel that it has finally caught up with me. My brain is a mess and I can’t seem to float to the top and figure it all out. I do know that it is manifesting itself in a surly attitude…I know that my attitude most times is no Ms Sunshine as a matter of fact, I think I shoved her in a closet and there she still sits….and she keeps messing with the order I had tried establishing in said closet…like I had my shoes all organized in boxes and what not, now they are back out of the boxes and I’m thinking maybe life would be better as a man…I could own two pair of shoes and life would flow on the right path….however, I can’t seem to part with my shoes and I don’t have that air of sarcasm or slight humor behind me right now. ..
So if you see me and I tell you to go have your way with yourself, you know I mean it.
I seriously considering telling all the idiots who feel like calling and playing the small talk card that I hope they slide down a peroxide laden pole with a raging fresh cut on their ass.
Life should be great…but it isn’t…I look around and the same stuff that has been here since a year or two or three or ten years ago are still here….I think this funk is my seasonal affliction…is there a train going to Crazyville?