I've not yet had my coffee, but this does not matter. I am not one to pretend that the flavors, aromas, and caffeine are some magical elixir. I simply like it, and like many, feel conditioned to drink it. I enjoy it as much after the sun has set as I do before it has risen. Swag has taken a few bites and then a rabbit caught his eye. I'm rooting for the rabbit. I can take care of his defeat. I think about people's fantasies and wonder if others fantasize about the things I do. I tend to think they do not. I'm starting to feel my age. Let me rephrase that. I'm starting to become more aware of my age. Not the creaks and cracks, but the reaction from others. Sir! I keep promising the next six months will be different, but I'll be writing about this come July, I'm sure of it, then again in August? Spare change my pay for my weekend. It's been a while since I've been in this position. Not much better off, but better. I'm trying to pay less attention to detail, but it's difficult when what takes me forty minutes takes someone else four hours. They can do it better, or so I tell myself. But they got paid for that four hours and I got paid for that forty minutes, then did their job for the other two hundred minutes. Jealousy or anger? It's time to slow down. A constant reminder.
Most people I know do not care about knowing the truth or facts, they only care about being the one who passes along information. I wonder if I could privately ask people why they use social media (honestly), what their reason would be. I don't think people without a sense of humor, realize how much fun the world can be. Even during the hard times. So many of us spend time thinking of mistakes and regrets, but if we really think about it, we've probably dodged more bullets than missed boats. You know when you sit by yourself reading, sipping some coffee or tea and you don't think about anything, but what you're doing? That!
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