I'm much more a road hazard when listening to the classical radio station, than any other. No really. Any normal station, I only have to sing along. When it's the classical station, it takes both hands to conduct the orchestra.
There are a ton of things in my brain, and I can't seem to wrap around any single tangent and give birth to true cohesion, so here's to no sense and nonsense.
There are currently three unwritten plays, and one needing revision, all fighting for front and center, and the one needing most immediate attention is dozing in the back.
I think a primary reason I don't online date, is because I don't have the energy to prove to strangers that I'm not the dirtbag they kind of have to assume I am.
Also I don't date.
I also have an uncanny ability to blow it with any woman within 2.5 conversations. So as long as I keep my time and attention with them under that, there's still a chance.
I think the greatest indicator I'm a horrible person, is that I actually really look forward to saying, "I told you so", to Trump supporters.
Last week I tried quitting smoking. I went 37 hours before I quit quitting. I learned nothing new about myself from that experience.
I used to think I was a very patient person, but then it occurred to me that it's not patience if you're not really waiting for anything.
My thoughts are far less pornographic than my social media presence might indicate.
I also have WAY more fun.
And laugh. A lot. Every day. If you don't, you should try it. It's fun and easy.
The intricacies and delights of my life are defined by accident, and bad timing. I almost never get what I want, therefore by extension I've gotten everything I ever wanted.
I've also learned a lot about love. Not really though, but what it is to me...and that's enough.
Things I like:
Outside nighttime smoking sans shirt and shoes, mid March.
Listening to people talk passionately.
Meaningful looks in crowded rooms.
Emotional bonds that transcend description.
A gajillion (that's not a real number, that represents the impossible nature of listing all the things I like).
But mostly I like being alive.
This is my favorite fucking thing of all. Every second of every day that I have awareness, I am aware that I am doing my favorite thing, and lately I've been far too painfully reminded that this is not an option for everybody, and will someday no longer be an option for me.
So while it's still an option, I'll do the things I like. I'll do all the things on my impossible to realistically number list. I'll do those things with people who would like to do them with me. And if they don't want to...that's okay. Won't stop me.
Make your list. Or do your things.
I ain't gonna listen if you try to tell me how to live my life, I'd be a hypocrite if I told you how to live yours...but...
I hope there is joy.
Goddamn I hope there is joy.
And I hope you know that if I love you, well...
There's not a damn thing you can do about it.