What I mean by this is something along the lines of:
Last time I came home you didn’t look up from the TV so the next time you walk in I’m not going to stop watching it either.
Scorekeeping is a way for me to exert control in a situation where I feel like I have none. When I feel helpless, putting marks on the blackboard helps me claim some power.
I will punish you when you hurt me, give you the silent treatment when you don’t pay attention to me. Won’t fold your laundry because you were more interested in your phone at dinner than talking to me.
Driving home I saw a guy walking down the street wearing black combat boots, black jeans, black button-up short-sleeve shirt, black gloves, and black sunglasses.
He had short, gray hair.
As I was drove by I was tempted to yell, “The Matrix isn’t real.”
But I didn’t. Because then I would’ve been a fashion bigot and I already was half an hour ago.
We just ate at the place across the street from our picture together. If you need a place for great food in downtown Geneva, you can’t go wrong with barrel + rye.
It was Sunday and after 7pm. Food so good you’ll eat every bite and waddle out like a true emperor penguin.
Sunday nights in Ottumwa seemed almost dreadful. I spent too many nights in a restaurant way back in the 90s. Wishing to be somewhere, anywhere else.
We become willing and open to something more, and the world opens up and invites us out to a party we could only dream of.
Peeps, here’s your sunday-came-and-trashed-me-out-again jam.
In the video Billy Joel definitely looks like he’d fit right in Bedford–Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. He’s got the 70s New York look for sure. Yeah, the song came out in 1980. Whatever.
Anyway, my only regret in life is never finding someone alone in an electric chair.
How about instead of worrying,
instead of fretting and toiling
that I just put it out there that
I’m available and willing,
caring and devoted,
eager and excited?
People love a warm sun beam
more than the company of misery.
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And happy Saturday, peeps!
It may be gray outside but
the world still needs you.
Momma J
jimi hindrance experience
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