Please Read These Words

Teh.  Teh heh.  Teh heh heh.  The worst day of your life might never happen.  Mark Twain wrote that most of his troubles in life never came true.  How true that is.  We’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Waiting for the branches to snap and come crashing through the window.  Why?  Who the hell cares why.  Asking why too many times is part of this whole problem we’ve got going on.  So and so asks why, and then whatchamacallit thinks he has an answer, and then what’s his name comes up with something different that so and so likes more…  Now we have a problem.  What’s his name is now winning some race to no where, and whatchamacallit is jealous of something, based on nothing, that got no where way before the race began.  The first thing to remember is that being clever with language is perhaps the biggest copout ever.  The next thing to remember is to not care what people think, and say it anyway.  You were meant to; otherwise your lips wouldn’t have moved, or your fingers would have fallen off long ago.  Long before the ice age, bronze age, and that favored time of Disney–feudalism.  Serfdom and maidens.  Coned hats with lace flowing from their apex, leaning from the stone tower window, above the moat containinig a dragon.  Then the eighties arrived and the dragon was defeated by a Transformer driving a monster truck.  Boy George was singing Karma Chameleon,  Prince licked Purple raindrops off himself, Judd Nelson and Molly Ringwold had careers, and we passed the time buying cigarettes from vending machines in diners at the tender age of thirteen.