Monday, May 16, 2011

Getting The Poison Out

Today is one of those days that I would prefer to be left alone.  Come to think of it, yesterday was one of those days that I preferred to be left alone.  I'm not sure why.  I have a really bad headache and I feel like I've been run over by a tractor-trailer.  But, other than that, I'm fine...thanks for asking.

Thinking my malady could be caffeine induced, I stopped by the neighborhood convenience store for a little visit with Juan Valdez.  Coffee in hand, I guzzled the contents expecting to be jolted back to life...Nothing.

Opening my office window, I contemplated jumping, however, the cool morning breeze actually felt good.  I took a deep breath and let the fresh air fill my lungs.  For a moment I thought this might be the therapy that I needed.  Wrong.  With each breath, my head hurt worse and now I could hear the birds singing outside my window.  I thought to myself, what the hell do they have to be so happy for?  Probably that they crapped all over my car and I just don't know it yet.

Turning back from the window, I realized that I needed to begin writing and begin writing...fast.  It was mental therapy that I needed.  I think that perhaps all of my negative, pissed-off thoughts had gotten clogged up in my brain and now the rest of me was paying the price.  So here I am...writing.

One of the items clogged in my pissed-off brain are things that are overrated.  I'm not sure how or why it got stuck in my medulla oblongata but it's there.  I must get them out...here are a few things I think are overrated...

Political Correctness - Who cares?  I refuse to be politically correct.
Pants - I hate pants.  I love shorts.  I wish I didn't have to wear pants to work.
Big Boobs - Don't like them, never did.  You know what they say...anything more than....
Being Thin - I've found I'm happiest when I'm not worrying about trying to lose those 20 pounds - again.

Well, I'm going to continue making my list because it actually is making me feel better.  Maybe I'll share my completed list in the future, who knows?   Sometimes you just have to get the poison out. 

Be Well.

Bill