Monday, May 6, 2024

Just a Bunch of Words

I wasn't going to post today.  I don't know if I can keep posting like this "on the reg."  My life, my thoughts, are beginning to bore me.  The struggles of a single, solitary man in virtual isolation, etc., is getting too repetitive.  I don't wish to keep whining about being a romantic boy unrequited.  Maybe, I think, I'll write only when something truly happens, if I meet someone interesting or go someplace new.  Gymroids, cocktail waitresses, and dinners with mother. . . what is there left to say?  I could begin to write real stories, but that takes more than sitting down in the morning and banging something out like a gonzo news report.  It would take me a week minimum.  And maybe that is the thing, a weekly posting.  But I know that once I stop the daily report, the whole thing will just disintegrate.  I mean there is something to reading about another person's miseries.  "But for the grace of God. . . ."  

I do find succor, however, in putting the daily doldrums down in writing.  And I am stupid enough to believe that my friends are all much happier than I.  They are at least more distracted from their internal worries--jobs, husbands, wives, children, travel, etc.  I do believe it, though.  I always have.  My wife used to tell me I had to stop believing what people said.  They weren't all what they said they were.  But she was wrong, I think.  They are exactly what they say they are.  It is a sort of manifest destiny thing.  Tony Robbins and all that.  

Tony Robbins is one of the most renowned life coaches, self-help authors, and motivational speakers in the world. He is known for his high-energy seminars and his ability to motivate people to take action and achieve their goals.

I, on the other hand, ridicule life coaches.  Maybe I should have paid for a seminar.  

This is more than I wanted to say, though I have said nothing.  It's just a lot of words.  

I don't think you even listen to the music.  

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