My Trouble Through Summers

Hip pouches are not hip, but they are so practical. I live for the winter when the man's coat is his purse.

It's the same thing for me every year. It could be solved if I were metro sexual, Then I would carry a man "satchel".

But I'm not so I won't.

We can call it an accessories pack, a utility belt, we can color them, make them out of hemp, bedazzle them, tell people it was a gift from the President of the United States, but it is what it is. It's not right. It's unnatural. I leave the pouch to the marsupials and of course Batman. 

So in the hot months of summer, my pockets are stuffed like a child from a 50's television show. Yo yo, string, jacks, a rock, a frog and some sandwich pieces.

It's such a shame to not just wear the damn thing. Let's face it, I'm a terrible dresser. What would it matter? How could a fanny pack, hip pouch do any more harm to my "look"? I have no fashion sense at all. Well  except for the terrible self conscientiousness I would feel wearing a fanny pack like some practical tourist from some practical town somewhere in some  practical pocket of the world.

I'm just not that practical. Maybe it is true. People really do suffer for fashion.

And for you, the brave ones, the practical ones, I admire your self actualization. Seriously, I want to be you. But, I can't. I just can't. I've tried. Once I got as far as my front door. But that's it. 

Well, truth be told. I carry a diabetic kit that is canvas. No belt attached. I refer to it as my "external pocket".

And push come to shove I tell people  I'm diabetic. Sometimes I volunteer it announcing it as I point to the bag. 

I wouldn't have to go through this if I had a girlfriend, wife or metro sexual friend, I could dump my stuff in their "satchel" purse slash overnight bag suitcase thing.

Talk about too much luggage to be hanging out with another human being just for the compartment convenience of their accessory just for my stuff. That's excess baggage.

Still, between my phone, phone paraphernalia  and E-cig and E-Cig paraphernalia, I need a fanny, hip wherever I wear it pouch.

What can say, I got stuff

In the end it comes down to choice as does everything. Are you in or are you out? I prefer to wait and let the wheel of fate decide. If I've learned anything, it is that history repeats itself.

If I live long enough , maybe, just maybe the hip pouch

will be hip again, if it ever was.

Nope. It won't happen. 

I am a very positive person who believes hope springs eternal, but I can't even fool myself on this one.

A Citizen Of The World

History repeats itself.
And that's all history teaches us

 i'm hung over at work and and if my memory is correct,  I'm going to throw up on people, again.

As a species we really could benefit from maximizing the repeating of positive endeavors and
reducing our repetitive blunders.

I know, as a an individual I'm  really not pulling my weight.  It's not like I don't make improvements, I just lack consistency.

I guess that's the thing. As a group we are out of sync. We are not all pulling at the same time in the same direction.

Maybe that's the balance of life. I can't imagine what the world would be like if we all at the same time were not trying.

Maybe if Earth had some basic rules to follow and enforce.

Wait. We already have that. But we don't do it consistently. Hmm?

It's good to know I'm not alone.

Love Has It's Evil Tendencies

I don't have the ability to bypass my
immediate desires for my
future.
Will I ever learn?
Never.
I don't want too.
I'd rather keep throwing myself
with all my heart.

Bullseye

I have always aimed low and walked away quickly unfulfilled.

Now I've decided  rather to stay out here orbiting along the perimeter of her life
than go back to a 1000 safe predictable outcomes.

The universe is chaos, and it is precision; which neither I control.
Now I choose the unpredictable and leave it to the quantum mechanics.

I'll  make my aim true, set a trajectory

regardless of what I ask myself.

"In that swirling cosmos nestled in the encompassing beauty of her cranial orb, is there a random synaptic firing of the idea that our two celestial bodies will meet in the same space at the same time within our eternity?"


Meanwhile,
I will fill my days
with purpose, food, water, clothing, shelter and the affection of friends and family.

Thriving with the basics to happy living.

Sometimes the truth sounds like a lie

Inversely a lie sounds like the truth.

It's difficult in a world of messages, sugar coated hidden agendas, fear focus factoids crafted to drive you running with your wallet out to buy buy so long and bye!

Every so often you will have a moment where you realize your life is perfect as is with nothing required but choice. In that moment of clarity you are filled with the idea that your life is always awesome even if you don't see it all the time. And that the worst day on Earth is better than to not have been part of this knowing.

Most days are spent moment to moment determining your level of happiness, sounding your now off the wall of your past and future. Analyzing the balance between what is true of your life and what is false. We escape through our days by judging, rating our degree of happiness. But that is judged from the misconceptions of  indoctrinations.

Constantly sifting out the thoughts to a clear focus of happiness.


Best to turn off the noise, listen to the message inside you. It is there, hidden in the clutter of media, religion, school, government, parents and all else of opinions and agendas.