Getting older seems to lessen any concerns I might have had about how others see me. Or who they might think I am. I also seem to love (slightly) less obsessively, and more for The Other than The Self. (Tho still r remnants of old patterns.) I find most people and most situations funny, unless they cause undue pain. I would hate to be unable to do stuff - art for the day. I do therefore I am to some extent. I am less judgemental, tho more ironic? As a perpetual waiter I see so much in faces, in the short play played out where I work at tables. Oddly this has made me more and not less tolerant. I loathe Only My Way sorts of thinking that exclude room for difference, for self choice, that demand one creed trumping another. Im ok, on most days, with just about anything. And I am consistanly amazed by the humor, courage, and outlandish approach anyone takes to their lives, loves, jobs, art. I forget a lot. It doesn't bother me. Im on time with a vengence. Im up late and get up late. I remember every intimate moment with everyone I have loved.
my sisters fried up a can of Alpo and told dad it was corned beef hash, over easy eggs on top. a morning hangover 'breakfast surprise'. dad loved it. ate the whole thing. the best he'd ever had. they never told him.
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