Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Surfacing

I spoke with a 26 year old stranger that used to galvanize many of my life decisions.  It bothers me to feel distaste when thinking of my youngest sister in this manner.  I listen as my fish tank hums and my dog softly snores and crickets chirp in chorus.  I am restless to pin a label on my feelings.  Am I deflated?  Depressed?  Sad? Nope.

I believe I feel my age.  Translated: Perception.  Realization: I should market the theme of 'People are not Projects'.

Amazingly enough, my ideas on people have been restructured due to experience.  People have no problem throwing a person under the bus.  I hate to keep using sayings and analogies, but even here, the threat of specific use is potentially damaging.

Oh Hell.  Since when did I become assimilated?  (we pause now for my head to hit the reality airbag)

Good thing we all wear a seat belt.. because we want the damn car to shut the hell up.  Errr.

Where was I?  Sister.  Yeah well, the fact she's a shithead has not changed.  What has surfaced as new data would be pride in association.

Actual Coversation:
Sister:  I keep waiting on the other shoe to fall.
Me:  (rolling eyes) It rains shoes here.
Sister: I like that, I'll have to use it.
Me:  Apply for trademark.

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