Love is a pain in the ass. Erudite n'est-ce pas? Who cares. There is so much to do: Stay healthy, pay bills, take care of friends who need an ear. Today I bought a 69 cent loaf of bread. I didn't even know you could find something that cheap. I am highly educated, taught at a high level, own my own home and am practically destitute.
And then there is love.
The school called today. "Want to teach a couple of courses in the spring?" No! I don't want to fucking teach in the spring. I want to sit at the beach and read and write and live in a fantasy land. I want to eat as much as I want without getting on the frigging scale in the morning. I want to fill up my car without driving to a particular station. Yet, if I get those courses I will be grateful. As well off as I am. And I am not! I am one of the nouveau poor!
And then there is love.
Love is sweet-observe blog title please. But, love can kill you. Be careful. Stay away. Are you sure that you want that little tidbit? Are you sure that you want to give up those restful nights, those freedom graced moments when you look around and ala Scarlet O'Hara say "I'll think about it in the morning", when you get in the car in your sweats and go to the drive through and order onion rings, when you ...........
And then there is love.
When, even at this age, BTW, if I tell you my age you won't read me anymore. You are not supposed to be in such a STATE re love at my age. You are also not supposed to fucking curse! When, at the age of 50 I informed my mother that the woman I was visiting with that day was gay, my mother, quite an astute lady said, "Oh, you always did anything you wanted to do anyway!"
Not true. That's only when I really started. That's when I started sleeping with women and started to sleep with my dead cat. Some people think one is worse than the other. I am cool with both. WTF!
So there is love. Oh! my dear just the tip of the iceberg to be sure! Moi? Winsome as a lark!
"We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed."
Thomas Fuller
Acrimonious?
Moi?
Nay!
Winsome! Says I!
Make it a good one guys. No one can do it for you.
and as Charles Schultz said
"Happiness is a warm puppy"
or did he say
"meowmeow"
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5 comments:
effin' erudite sugar!
Excellent. I believe my own mother has accused me of doing "whatever the hell I want to do" a few times in life. I've not slept with a dead cat (although I do love cats), but I have slept with women and in my opinion, it's a wonderful way to go. I'm just sayin....
I do tend to go my own way most of the time too...
never slept with a dead cat... but women, I get that.
When we do our own thing, we are grown-ups. Not so easily achieved I fear.
Thanks for stopping by ladies.
Very great start to a new venture here! I'll be back...no, wait, that was Arnold Schwarzenegger. I will return...no, Douglas MacArthur.
Hell, I'll just have to blogroll the damn thing.
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