Pick a battle ...eenie, meenie, miney, moe

Seems lately my blog, about nothing really, has become a rant against stuff and things and that isn’t me. When did I become a curmudgeon? I mean, I certainly don’t think of myself as one, I like to have a good time. Honest I do, be that it in the wall flower sort of way which is my own version of a fun time. Who says fun has to be amplified and echoing off the canyon walls. Excuse me for a moment, (whispers) Really? (More whispers) Well, who knew? Seems that it loudness is a widely held version of what is considered fun, as well as frolicking, jumping joyously, varying degrees of intoxication, and mad capped shenanigans to include running about with little to nothing on. You will be happy to know, that as to the last bit of “fun”, I will remain fully clothed at all times in the presence of others…ah hem… most others, to include myself in proximity to mirrors. Still despite my, shall we say, less than exuberant displays of frivolity I like fun, I enjoy a good laugh, chuckle, guffaw if you will, I just simply prefer my buffoonery to be a bit more subdued, on the down low and perhaps a bit more high brow but I do enjoy a good bit of gutter humor as well. However, there are times when I see things that are billed as fun and I’m thinking that isn’t really fun so much as it is tormenting others for shock value or to elicit some sort of reaction which can be mocked. Is that really fun? My thoughts are that this is sadistic? But given how well the poorly penned tome about bondage did perhaps we have swung to the sadistic side of things and I just missed the boat or a bus. I’m sure I’ve missed it, if I can’t figure out if it was a boat or a bus. Mayhaps, it is that I’ve just gotten to be eld, and have forgotten what it means to engage in a bit of tomfoolery. Which can’t be right because I surely don’t think of myself as a grown up yet. There are things to be done, cans to be kicked, and larks to be had. The mental image of me is less like the person who stares back in the mirror. Maybe I just never knew how to have fun and it sort of accidentally happened around me and I just thought I was fun because it seemed to be that way. Feelings of satisfaction do sometimes wash about me and when they do I’m usually alone but not always I do some times have fun with other people but then I worry because I’m some what eld that they must think that I’m irresponsible because I’m doing something fun and the eld aren’t supposed to have fun anyway. Then I go back to doing the wall flower type of fun things which entertain me but then I worry that people think I’m the creepy eld dude. It feels that I’m a square peg when I should be round and a round peg when I’m supposed be a triangle and a tetrahedron when I’m supposed to be a rhomboid. No wonder I can’t figure out dating if puzzling out fun it this complex. It might actually be rocket science. Well, that’s all for now, other stuff to follow most likely Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday Today’s title: Lyrics from Alt J “Left hand free” Thank you for reading, please subscribe, Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood. Ciao, PS 3 / PS4 Gamer Tag: invisible don Invisible Don PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015 Send me Post Cards … I love Post Cards