Busting Something

 

Chewing on my vitamin gummies, after taking a shower and downing my pills. A neighbor from the other building takes her little Frenchie out for a walk. While a daddy follows behind a toddler chasing the neighborhood cat who gladly stops and welcomes a rub. As for me I’m stuck behind these four walls much like McCartney, but stranded by my own choice. Now Granny, who am I kidding, Great-Granny has finished walking the dog and the cat from yesterday is stretched out on the sidewalk.

Wearing my new uniform of a green plaid oxford shirt, an orange t-shirt, and grey shorts. I sit behind my table pretending to know the next thing I’m going to say. With little to no imagination I press the keys to entertain no one other than myself through a morning of anticipation and grace. Before I got out of bed I heard the anger of a new friend against a newly remade app. Listening to their frustration as my “Good Morning!” to them was being sent.

But I understand the situation, for I have them many times myself. Anger when some things don’t go right when it seems you’re fighting against a soulless entity, which by the way, you are. So I sit here taking in one breath at a time logging down my long boring story. Reminding myself and you, that life is an imperfect balancing act. That most things don’t go our way. And that when we try to force that square peg into that round hole, more than likely we end up busting something.

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