Goals
Goals = fail. I could qualify that with: sometimes in my life or I’m sorta feeling that way – at the moment. But that’s not the full truth. It’s not that I don’t try (hard). … Continue Reading
Monthly Archives: September 2011
Nuclear
Toom-ayt-o. Tom-ought-o. Ape-ricot. App-ricot. Suppos-ed-ly. Suppos-ab-ly. Nuke-leer. Nuke-you-lure. Right? Wrong? Accent. No accent. North. South. Left. Right. I still know what you mean. When we are in a conversation, or you are speaking writing … Continue Reading
Block(ed)
There is a barrier wall impediment one of those fences dogs have so they won’t go out of bounds – that shock them if they get too close so they don’t … Continue Reading
Three
The power was out and thunder crackled. Jeff’s roommates were gone, so we had the apartment to ourselves. He barbecued hamburgers and we ate at the dining room table, with candles flickering. It was about a month after our second … Continue Reading
Spaces
Words. Tone. Inflection. Body language. Microexpressions. They can all be important when trying to understand someone. And they all have the potential to be deceptive misleading … Continue Reading
Say
I had something(s) to say. But now I’m not so sure I want to say it – or them. At least not yet. The thoughts aren’t ready – yet. (Or I’m not ready. Yet?) Once formed and almost out there, … Continue Reading
Recur
After only a short time, I see some small patterns forming: “I” (hate that). And yes, this may be some (twisted) version of therapy. But nobody else cares about that. Am I too focused on myself? Am I being selfish … Continue Reading
Therapy
I’ve tried therapy. By force. and By choice. When forced in junior high, I couldn’t buy into it. It was so silly. I knew the approach was to get me to play stupid games so I would open up. … Continue Reading
Roof
I used to sit out on the roof at night. I would take the screen off my window and crawl through. The sky was amazing. There were so many stars. And I could hear the frogs croak near the lake. … Continue Reading
(Un)shy
Some people have called me shy. Of course, those people don’t actually know me. My friends – family – know otherwise. Sometimes they know me too well. They understand that I don’t talk just to talk. I don’t speak just … Continue Reading