Why we have such odd things as elegant vulgarity abounding is truly beyond understanding, but it cannot be hidden without closing the eyes. Whatever it is that appeals when we are exposed to anything shocking, the horror can grip our attention with invisible hands such that we seem not to be able to look away. Often when driving toward an important engagement or even just sightseeing, we see the slowdown in traffic ahead, forewarning us that something may have gone horribly wrong for some other driver or drivers. This sometimes turns out to be the case, but usually the explanation is much more mundane (mmm) and actually less interesting than the bloody accidental crash scene we anticipate (especially if we are overtaken by Official Emergency Vehicles who are going around the blockage to get to the scene we are eager to view ourselves — automatically we know someone is properly getting there ahead of us and we know we are missing out).
Nobody likes being left behind. The hardest part is to find any reason to think that those who are leaving you are doing the wrong thing but they just don’t know it, and you cannot stop them. They (the friends you are worrying over) are going to lose YOU, by ignoring you, and they do not realize what a mistake it is to do that. YOU do not want to turn your back on them, but they keep putting the knife in it, and you wanted them to stab you in the FRONT instead.
This idea (being stabbed in the FRONT by your real friends) was inherited by my mind, my soul, from someone I used to “know” online as a friend, and her name was Tricia. It is not the same Tricia as the one I am “seeing online” now, but she was very important, and special, and if I ever “see” her again, it will be a happy day (for me, at least!).
I really never fall completely out of love. That was the part I forgot to learn! Or I just simply refused, or have that learning disabled already, by choice.
Here is a desktop wallpaper if you want it, that is not nearly as obscene looking as some of the things I can create. I have many poorly developed talents, but no fully developed ones. I am the master of nothing. Want more nothing? You can get plenty of nothing, from ME!
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That’s it for this week-end. I was not going to post on Sunday, just so there would not be “only one hole” but I already blew it earlier, so this one is for Amy!