I should be used to this by now, but whenever the load of unhappiness is lifted off me a little, I end up wagging my tongue too much, and today, I watched myself in horror... beside myself, so to speak... as i got entangled with the guys at vinnie's stall concerning the fact that jesus, who was supposed to be the 'representative' of God on earth, did NOT last the 3 days and nights that he said he would be 'in the belly of the earth' according to the sign of jonah that he went on and on about.
Funny thing, I found myself thinking, that I am staying on a mountain, and I am drawing attention to myself when common sense dictates that i should keep my mouth shut and just get on with everything, and just forget trying to provoke people!
but, hey, maybe the funny looks i am getting from some people as I walk by, or the peeks, just to see if i have arrived at vinnie's, are getting to me. I find myself itching for whatever it is that is keeping things from happening, to just happen, so that I can have this nightmare done.
And what the fuck is keeping me from moving on?
Oh, yes, the five women thing!
Oh, boy, I have to deal with THAT, right?
Well, what I do know is that at least the women have to be the ones I actually... like... and here, well, I pretty much have made up my mind, but the telling point will be whether any of them is... hey... crazy enough, to believe me, because THAT is the lithmus test.
And something tells me that I should hold my breath for a long time before I get any result. Or is that just the cynical disillusioned person speaking?
I do not know, I am just bare, with my ass exposed to the wind, at present.
maybe I should get angry!
That would be nice
Funny thing, I found myself thinking, that I am staying on a mountain, and I am drawing attention to myself when common sense dictates that i should keep my mouth shut and just get on with everything, and just forget trying to provoke people!
but, hey, maybe the funny looks i am getting from some people as I walk by, or the peeks, just to see if i have arrived at vinnie's, are getting to me. I find myself itching for whatever it is that is keeping things from happening, to just happen, so that I can have this nightmare done.
And what the fuck is keeping me from moving on?
Oh, yes, the five women thing!
Oh, boy, I have to deal with THAT, right?
Well, what I do know is that at least the women have to be the ones I actually... like... and here, well, I pretty much have made up my mind, but the telling point will be whether any of them is... hey... crazy enough, to believe me, because THAT is the lithmus test.
And something tells me that I should hold my breath for a long time before I get any result. Or is that just the cynical disillusioned person speaking?
I do not know, I am just bare, with my ass exposed to the wind, at present.
maybe I should get angry!
That would be nice
