Do I Belong here?

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I’m not sure I belong in this world. It’s either sped up, or I’ve slowed down. One thing I do know for sure, though, is that I’m a bit out of touch compared to where I was 15-20 years ago.

It seems I haven’t kept up with the happenings around me. More than likely, though, is that the world has not waited for me. It just zoomed along at it’s chosen speed while I crept along at mine.

Let me tell you about what has me all discombobulated. Continue reading

Just Tweet It

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It is so comforting to know that the State of the Union address is finally going to be delivered on February 5th. It’s had me worried ever since the Speaker of The House informed the President of the United States that he was not going to be allowed to stand before Congress and deliver the much ballyhooed information that our nation’s leader is bound, by the Constitution, to deliver from time to time. For many, many years now it has been delivered verbally, and I so look forward to this speech each year that I actually lose sleep in the days leading up to the address.

In all fairness, though, this information is supposed to be delivered to the Legislative branch of the government, not the people. It’s a state of the union address. Our Congressmen have no idea what’s going on in this country, so they rely on the President to tell them. That’s a scary thought. Continue reading

Escape to Freedom

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I woke up early and twitched around a bit, and tried like hell to grab that extra patch of sleep I knew was lurking somewhere in my future. At that particular moment, I had been hoping it was in my future. I’m not so sure I have much of a future now, though. At the time, I just wanted to postpone that sudden drop into the pit of Hell—that daily excursion we call life.

You know, if you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and ask yourself what the hell happened to your life, then you’re probably walking in my shoes. They’re big shoes to fill. Not too many people can screw up a life like I’ve screwed up mine. Each morning I stand in the bathroom tightly gripping the counter so I don’t fall over, looking into those bloodshot brown eyes staring back at me from that piece of glass anchored to the wall above the washbasin. And every morning, I’m amazed that a waste of good space like me can make it this far down the road of existence. Continue reading