TBC

Originally Posted Thursday, May 16, 2013

I want to be quiet, but I can't.  I make the resolution often enough not to say anything to people.  I used to be better at it.  When I was younger, I was much shyer around people.  I am still shy.  But I was a keen observer then and had not seen enough to opine.  Now I've seen plenty.  I'm still a keen observer, but there is a lot of repetition in life that you have to live awhile to realize.  It is still good stuff, and I enjoy it, but I reckon that now I've had time to process it all and have something to say about it.  Human behavior, that is.  And most of it is bizarre.  My comments, I mean. 

And that is why people find me absurd and shocking, I guess.  Almost everything I say at the factory draws some sort of awkward chuckle or guffaw.  But it is infective.  It gives others permission to stretch the limits of their own expressions, I think.  I will take some credit for making the workplace more bearable and absurd. 

My friend C.C. is even better at it, as is Q.  When I am with either of them, the intellectual furniture gets broken. 

But we are a kind and loving people. 

I don't have time to finish my thoughts.  The repairman came and sat down and talked for a long time, and now I am late for everything.  But here is a fun picture for you.  You can't get stuff like this everywhere.