I never suggested I can't be friends with someone when they're down. Fie, I say! ( I have no idea what it means, but I like saying it. I hope I pronounce it right).
I dream, Rambi. I dream of sleeping better, so I can dream better. As for moo-moos, I guarantee you I look worse than you in one.
Perhaps I'd look better in someone else's moo-moo. Or feel better, if I find them in it.
I spent much of the past 4 years in a town of mostly old people. It aids my perspective about middle-aged woes. But the thing I like best about many old people is the lack of huge egos. They need impress no-one anymore and many talk truth better then than at any previous point in their lives. Tactless, perhaps, but I find it refreshing.
Being around the very old or the very young can be a tonic to the soul. But the best blues-lifter is simply feeling necessary.
I no longer search for the meaning of life; life just is. I think it's important to try new stuff and explore a lot. I like it when I can shed folks who think they have some right to expect lots of things from me (it's hard enough meeting one's own self-expectations). I give more time to those who simply expect me to be me, full of imperfections, and like me like that.
I may not be important or rich or famous, etc. but I know, every now and then, someone... friend, family, or stranger.... for some odd reason, briefly considers me necessary. I consider it high honor.
It kinda sounds like someone oughta make you a cup of tea and bring you some fuzzy bunny slippers. They make the perfect complement to a moo-moo.
And a feather boa.
Children have the advantage of 'unconditional play'. Spend time, as I do, scheming to take that advantage back for yourself.
Bullwinkle helps. |
