Behavior Problems

 

What passes as self deprecation is merely my refusal to take myself seriously. Oh, I don't take anyone else very seriously, either. We're all just along for the ride. I've learned to love everybody. I've managed that by staying away from some folks.

Make it up as you go. Only sing the songs that you make up. That way, it's always right.

It finally occurs to me that Elvis Presley was really only "Elvis" for 1955 and most of '56. Take what you can get. Be generous, specially with your love. Kindness is easy, even for the socially awkward.

Tag Teams and Moonbeams

 

Never one to let reality disrupt my life, I've decided to fix myself. Reluctantly, I must disclose your role in this. Without sufficient funds for therapy on a regular basis, I'm gonna have to babble here. Of course, if you're paying attention, you're fully aware that I've been doing that for ten years now. 

Blogs were already out of fashion when I started. Perfect.

Oh, I considered a  podcast four or five years ago. Laziness half-heartedly reared its head and convinced me to reconsider.

Seems that I have defeated self-pity, denied romance and defied social awkwardness. I'm struggling with war, poverty, racism and income inequality. I've always dreamed big. I still want to save the world, but I worry that time is running out. My time.

I sleep well knowing that Greta Thunberg is doing the work.

I'll be back.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Blame Me

What is the statute of limitations for guilt? Anybody know? Oh, I haven't run out of bad intentions. It's just that opportunity seldom knocks these days. If I should end up with a tombstone, may I suggest,

"Money in the bank

Lust in his heart"💜