Time . . . .

Time puts such an interesting perspective on events and people in your life. It never ceases to amaze me how I can feel like someone is SO important to my very existence that I may not be able to continue to breath without their constant communications.

However, the sun rises and the sun sets. Every day I wake up, and every night I go to sleep. The people flow in and the people flow out. People buzz all around speaking their "speak" and doing their thing. And I watch.

I peek out of my shell and pretend to join them sometimes, but it doesn't change their rhythms or rhymes. I'm welcome to run along with them, but they run whether or not I go. And if I don't show, they just keep running.

I'm forty years old, and I still don't understand this. In my own country, in my own city, and in my own home I am lost in translation.

I can still get angry, but the anger hurts only me. I can cry, and that helps now and then. But when you get right down to it, that's just a snotty pressure valve - if you have tissues, then let 'er rip!

Reminds me of that little ditty at the end of Monty Python's Life of Brian. "Always look on the bright side of life." (you know the rest of the words)

Whooptee f*&king DO!!!!!