Buzzed & Blogging

Well kids this likely to be a short post as your old pal is buzzed and blogging.

Sometimes that is a useful way to write more honestly or at least provide yourself with an excuse to write more honestly but I don’t need it.

I am unfiltered and when motivated can say anything to anyone, anywhere and at any time.

But sometimes you need to recognize the moments in which being that honest is likely to cause and or create issues.

So given that standard I’ll keep this short and say some things go up and down. Some go in and out. Some come around.

Time will show what and how it at all this story goes.

End of vague and ridiculous post.

We Are/Were Best Friends

Been thinking about someone and how we are/were best friends and how I don’t know how to classify nor characterize it.

Part of me feels like the root is so strong between us it doesn’t matter and that this is a moment in time and another says I am fooling myself.

The same part asks why waste energy on this because I know as things are this is a complicated issue that isn’t ever going to be viewed in binary terms.

It is unconventional and in some ways unmanageable so I ought to stop viewing it in any terms but gratitude for it brought more joy and awareness than anything.

At moments there is the urge to compare us to magnets that are drawn towards each other. Place some distance between the two and you don’t feel the urge in the same way but as they get closer they start to notice the pull.

Given enough time they will connect because that is what magnets do.

There have been moments where I was certain there had been a demagnetization of the magnet but that never stays top of mind because things happen to make it questionable to buy that line of thought.

I always pay attention to the actions because that is where you find more scientific proof except even that can provide you with misinformation as to the current status and feeling of said magnets.

So in the name of science I move forward to get a closer look at what could, will might or won’t happen.

A Letter To A Girl

He wrote a letter to a girl but wasn’t sure if she got it so he put it a few different places online and periodically checked to see if there were signs she had received it.

Sometimes he considered using what younger people would call ‘old school’ tactics such as sending a handwritten note or asking Ma Bell to help him reach out and touch someone.

He wasn’t sure if she had ever seen his handwriting and less sure about whether she would be able to read it.

The thought of poor penmanship creating issues made him snort.

He could write her a letter that would make her melt, something that she would think was the most romantic and thoughtful thing she had ever received but poor penmanship could destroy it and instead of instantly melting she would do the opposite.

That wasn’t the kind of hot you wanted to make a girl feel.

So he thought again about the telephone and wondered if she would pick up or let it go to voicemail. Should he rehearse so that he could say exactly what he wanted using the perfect intonation?

What if he burped or coughed halfway through?

That might ruin the moment.

What if she picked up and he said something really stupid by mistake?

Truthfully he was less concerned about that. Hell, he was most confident about having a discussion in person but that wasn’t going to happen without an invitation.

And he wasn’t sure if the invitation would happen without the letter which is why he posted it in multiple places and wondered why she wouldn’t just read it.

Are You Not Entertained?

The readers come and go with nary a comment or notice on the blog other than the loyal 17 longtime readers.

They refuse to give up or let go and so I send them these fragments of fiction and nuggets of not quite newsworthy nonsense hoping I find lightning in the bottle.

Are you not entertained is the question I ask, more for me and less for them.

10,000 posts haunt these walls and somewhere among the echoes and ghosts life springs forth, daring those who venture within to live.

And daring others to love.

The Idiot’s Mark

Sometimes people post something they believe is funny or makes them look cool and you shake your head because they are so far off of the mark.

The dumbass that posted this is the poster child for planned parenthood and general buffoonery.

I wonder if he has figured out yet how many recognize him for who he is and who he isn’t.