Former Champion's Smirk

Originally Posted Friday, October 25, 2014

I can go back into the files for just about ever and pull up photos to post.  But meanwhile, I only think about getting out to make the new ones.  This has been a terrifically rough week, worse than Renee Zellweger's,  I'll bet.  Maybe not.  Could be about equal.  When the crowd turns against you. . . man, it feels like. . . well, like everyone's against you.  That is about how profound I am this week. 

Everyone has turned on me at the factory.  It is not like the Frankenstein movie with pitchforks and torches, but a very subtle movement which is safe to join.  The difference between the new liberal and the old is as distinct as is the divide between old black and new.  There is nothing you can do about it.  It is just how things roll.  And one day, it seems, everyone just decides all at once that you are probably irrelevant.  You don't like that very much, of course, and you will make a stand, but it is pathetic looking and futile.  Everything is perception and you have just fallen on the other side of the mirror. 

What comes next is to be seen.  I am in for a bit of soul-searching now, "a time of quiet and waiting," as they say.  Exercise, rest, meditation, strong teas, reading. . . and silence.  I will need to think instead of talk, be mysterious rather than known.  Perhaps one day I'll even regain my rascal's grin.  It has been replaced, I think, by that caricature-like former champion's smirk.  I will lose that quickly enough.  It is just a matter of what takes its place. 

My computer is getting dangerously low on power, and I want to post before it dies, so this will be it for the day, a curious intrigue without resolution. 

As if there ever is one.