As I open my Jacbook again I will be more discreet in talking about anyone else in or on their way out of my life. I am Mr. Magoo and for someone that is supposedly so intelligent I am one of the biggest dummies since those crash ones that they used in those car commercials.
I awoke yesterday with one of the strongest emotional hangovers that rivaled some of the alcoholic ones I had prior to 1989. I had no specificity in my tremors but the Black Dog as my friend calls it had me by the jugular and the ‘bite’ stayed with me for about an hour. Unusual even for a bad dream. All things pass and today seems brighter for no particular reason and I am glad that I experience the intensity of emotion like I do because I wouldn’t be able to muster the passion that I am so in love with. It requires that I live with the good and the bad. Yesterday was my Black Dog.
Not dumb, vulnerable, trusting, naive,gullible etc. Look at what you did the day before for answers. There are things in this life that don't deserve that kind of response. Most things don't. Most words are not worth the breath it takes to say them or the ink to write them. Maybe age has taught me that life passes so quickly there is very little worth being concerned about. I guess I have no passion.
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