Briefly, there is a dark, thoughtful beauty.
Feet, hands, and fingers stick to my desire.
Glances, yes furtive.
It’s not at all likely,
but I wonder if I could be as young.
Then an old maid,
hair in bun,
smacks me
with her suitcase.
I look up hoping for an apology,
but she is mean as hell.
American Culture, Angels, Compassion, Day Job, Depression, Travel
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#1 by booguloo on April 22, 2011 - 8:22 am
I have an answer for you: http://booguloo.wordpress.com/2011/04/22/just-kidding/
#2 by Carl on April 22, 2011 - 10:27 pm
That is the most amazing insight in that piece. Sardonic but fascinating insight.
#3 by booguloo on April 23, 2011 - 12:12 am
I believe people enjoy an equal reaction to their actions. It creates a balance of respect for themselves and others.
#4 by Carl on April 23, 2011 - 12:14 am
But do you get intense fatigue in the process of trying to create that balance?
#5 by booguloo on April 23, 2011 - 12:29 am
Interesting question, falling back to sardonic wit… Hose them longer and they’ll tire quicker.. My opponents enjoy an equal and not be the one who conceded or defeated anyone to easily. If one is over run, they need a different opponent.. Saying all that to say this… Have some fun turn their inward anger into outward joy with balancing the efforts of one another.. Hogey pogey spit in the eye.. who is this guy and what kind of meds is he on…. I’ve rambled long enuff to confuse anyone by now.. Time to go nighty night.. smiles
#6 by Carl on April 23, 2011 - 10:44 am
To your point, it is much better as a game, and it is important not to get run over.
#7 by booguloo on April 23, 2011 - 5:41 am
After a nice nap… Yes I have suffered from fatigue in dealing with the elderly. It was an extreme situation, my Mom ened up with dementia about 5 years before she passed; people suffering with a mental or physical disease require God like patience and love from us at all times. It was a test I didn’t do well at.
#8 by Carl on April 23, 2011 - 10:45 am
No one can excel at that unless he might be a saint, right?