Not That Fridays, or Saturdays, Or Sundays, or Mondays Mean Fuk – All to Me,
But I do recall, Once Upon A Time, That The Day-of-the-Week was important.
These Days, Not So Much.
One Day Just Bleeds Into The Next.
But Y’all know what? I am Good with that.
“Just One More Year And Then I’ll Be Happy.”
I’ve been blowin’ this same old, recycled smoke up my ass all of my life.
The Jews had a better, more sophisticated version:
(Halfway to Jerusalem)
They ‘got theirs’ in ’48.
Cemented in, in ’67.
Funny, or perhaps ironic thing, or stupid thing:
I still ‘Mantra’ this Mantra at me, aloud even.
(But always while Alone—Don’t want people to think I AM THAT much Certifiable)
Point is, and I have written on this before…
Point is, I am a Cock-Eyed Optimist.
No one, No Event, No personal Tragedy, No Spilt Booze Will Ever Rob Me of My Naïve Optimism.
(OK, Spilt Booze just Might Make Me Waiver—For a Moment)
But other Than Spilt Booze, Never Gonna Happen. Never gonna lose my optimism
And for that resilient resilience, I am grateful.
Here is the Lame FaceFuk Post which was the Geneses of this TT&H post.
I drop it in only for full-disclosure / transparency purposes.
“You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now
Another year and then you’ll be happy
Just one more year and then you’ll be happy
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now.”
(Shared By Lance: “The Happy, Upbeat Camper”)
And Thanks to Gerry
P.S., “And then he’ll settle down, in some quiet little town
And forget about everything.”
Yep. Did that. Doing that. Livin’ The Dream Right Here in Commerce, America. Who says ‘You can Never Go Home Again?” I call ‘Bullshit’ on That Sentiment.
Realizing full-well that I have been on my ‘Soapbox’ of late, and I may have come across as somewhat ‘Preachy,’ but please understand:
I am NOT trying to tell ANYONE how to live their life.
I am merely communicating how I choose to live mine.
For me: It is a ‘Survival Thing.’
And if, by some Disturbance in the Ether, just one person ‘Gets’ me.
That is just gravy—and worth my efforts.
I drop this in for levity.
Because, as is my wont, I always try to end a post with a bit of humor.
This clip is not at all germane, but actually…
If you explore my archives and read about my relationships with women, it kinda is…