I’m a mess… it’s 7:30pm on a Friday night, I suppose I should be ‘out’ doing something but you know, I really don’t want to. I would rather not. Now, some might think me anti-social and I very well could be by the standards of most people but I don’t think so. I am selective. And today I figure if I can’t be where I really want to be, with the people I want to see, than I’d rather be alone.
I talked to my brother on the phone yesterday, and we were cut short by him having to take care of a soldier he was taking home, you see, my amazing brother is in the Oklahoma Army National Guard. He is the guy you go to when you have a problem, he deals with all the paperwork, the paychecks, promotions, inspections and all that business…and now they’re sending him, his organizational skills and his whole platoon to Iraq. They’ve extended him a traveling offer he can’t refuse!
Darn! Darn! Darn!
Darn them!!!!!
Them, they, the collective…
Those who make and break the rules and rule us too,
I don’t want it!
Go somewhere else
Do something else
Take someone else!
If this were paper I was writing on, it would be salty-sweet with and wet with tears, but alas, it is only a silvery-grey Apple that records my thoughts with every key I press.
First they took one, and then another and that was bad enough…a couple more went to train and now they’ve gone too far!
They hit too close to home, my metaphorical backyard, they are tearing down my defenses as they say they are building them up, I don’t know if I believe…. So I suppose I’ll have to trust, and hope that they are right and that my suspicions are wrong.
Ok, I think that I am a little more calm, or would it be better to say that I’m calmer? Either way, it is what it is. It is 8:59pm, now it is 9:00pm exactly. I have a laundry list of things to do, laundry being one of them… I talked to a friend I was just thinking of, how fortuitous it was that they were available to converse right at that exact moment. The conversation reminds me of things I want to remember and things I’d rather forget. No faces, no voices only pictures and words…but today it will have to suffice.
Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends.
Czech Proverb
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It appears that few people comment on these blogs. I intend to do so. Good luck with all this, Rebecca. Sounds like this is not much of a fun time. It also appears that i must create an account in order to comment on yours. hmmm. maybe i will.
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