A Great Start To The Week

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Apparently, when someone shouts, “Hold the elevator!” they aren’t asking you to give it a hug. Sorry, guy with 4 bags and one box piled in his arms.

(Although the elevator and I shared a moment.)

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I is an american

For my friends overseas…

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The only thing sadder than seeing an adult who just realized that they have decades remaining before they can retire is seeing that same adult with a sword stuck in their left shoulder.

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The only thing sadder than seeing an adult who just realized that they have decades remaining before they can retire is seeing that same adult with a sword stuck in their left shoulder.

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I know that I have far to go in terms of being a good human being. This realization is due in part to the fact that I witnessed a bully getting exactly what he or she deserved and needed in a very specific moment. Not only did witnessing it warm my heart like almost nothing else but I find myself relishing the next opportunity for a repeat of same. Enjoying an ass getting what he or she has coming is not a great attribute but one that is almost impossible to describe in terms of personal pleasure.

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It is a bad sign for intelligence when you realize that someone’s critical thinking skills are so poor that they must have grown up playing with Play Duh.

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of one thing you can be sure
in every meeting someone, somehow
spreads manure
they speak, fervent and beady-eyed
unaware that logic cannot hide
but they insist, with shaken fist
that things are not as they are
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I wrote this in a meeting the other day, as I often doodle, write, or note things which careen through my mind. Meetings in general are the refuge of the dolts of the world and it’s our duty to keep our minds from being trapped in the constraints of them. The gentleman who read this as I wrote it almost choked from trying not to laugh. I think he must have seen the truth of it?

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I had thought it was about me surprising someone with an unsolicited gift, but the tables turned and it became about him surprising me with a gesture of appreciation. Gratitude is a gift of mirrors sometimes, isn’t it? I wonder what the person’s story is and how it must have been over the last few years. In an unrelated coincidence, I then got in the car and a very few seconds later, ‘the’ song came on, 1 of several thousand possible songs on the flash drive. Ghosts might not walk among us, but their shadows certainly cast their influence when we least expect it. It is a pleasure that I live in a world which allows me to share things, knowing in my heart that they are connecting in ways I never hear about. I’ve had several people write me and tell me that the song punches them in the face when they realize who the song is about. It’s definitely for the few % rather than the many. (I posted this song on FB in March but almost all the commentary has come through SoundCloud or my blog, through strangers seeing themselves in a song I wrote.)

‘The’ Song

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And if this is never the case for you, I hope luck and good fortune forever stay close to you and yours.

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