No need to be flashy.
Chance to be average.
Give your self a break.
Take care to not make waves.
Too much pressure causes stress.
Focus on the present and do as much to be a person of non-interest.
No need to be flashy.
Chance to be average.
Give your self a break.
Take care to not make waves.
Too much pressure causes stress.
Focus on the present and do as much to be a person of non-interest.
Sit down.
Steaming mug.
Cat crawls into arms.
Refuses to leave.
Stuck cuddling while the hot chocolate cools.
Things you might not notice
will seemingly randomly happen.
Mainly because the universe
is chaotic.
You can either fight it
or accept it.
One will be happier when life throws the curveballs
and you can dodge them.
If you are lucky
you can bat them back full swing.
Negatives come easy.
Stopping them is impossible.
Changing them into positivities is hard.
Patience and consistency are needed.
This is a very hard challenge for someone like me, whose brain short circuits at the best of times.
Living creates friction.
People move, breathe, live.
Actions have consequences.
Deterioration will happen.
Maintaining something special
takes effort
and time.
The strength involved can be tremendous.
Wishing as your main source for circumstances being solved
may come at a price that costs too much.
Awkward pauses.
Silent stares.
Unusual mentions.
Illogical leaps.
Understanding does not dawn.
Choose to leave early.
Four way stops are ludicrous
at least to those who want that parking spot.
The walk through the treacherous throngs
means you must be quick enough to dodge elbows.
Even standing looking at what you want to buy
usually gets interrupted by someone taking it.
Do not make me go.
Please, not this year.
I’ll be good.
I swear.
Entering my old workplace.
Telling my old boss
how their refusal to help me with the bully
(I was told to ignore her)
led to the atmosphere turning toxic.
How her style of leadership proved wrong
for everyone under her.
I was thankful for the experience,
I just wished it was less painful.
All of this runs through my head
as I drive past the place in question.
I don’t even know if she’s still the boss.
A bow tie.
The long tie.
A hair tie.
A bag tie.
Any kind of tie.
Clip it and go.
The frigid air hits the face.
Crisp and cold.
Cold enough that as the air hits you
the smell of fries and burning oil
from the nearby burger joint are amplified.