Intro

Well...as an alternative to bitching on Facebook and bombarding others with my sometimes interminable logo rhea I decided I'd give this medium a go...so that they might choose to abide in this bliss or no...in any case it's not finished yet because of a chronic, long habituated tendency to procrastination...School has been interesting. Being the oldest in a group of others mostly right out of high school feels good. It helps to forget for a few minutes at a time the relentless march of age and the toll it takes upon one's mind and body; but then again I've never really felt young, and even as a teenager I remember telling an ex-friend (and these are in the majority--I've found friends to be like passing clouds that come into view for a while and then pass away, although some of them leave a wisp behind...) that I felt "old"..."ancient" would've been more accurate. Life has long felt too slow, now it races by too fast. Well, we're all dissatisfied with our lot in some way, excepting a few lucky souls that seem to be on their toes, and I tip my hat to them, however they got there.
     I don't really feel in touch with things as they are, though, and that bothers me: It's a dulling of one's mental sharpness; a tendency to stagnation that might result in a bad end, or even The End. I need to get out, stop being such a Hermit, and communicate with some humanity...even if it is these damnable weather-talking, truck-driving, NASCAR-nutter individuals with whom I find myself surrounded. Either that or turn into god-damn Steve Irwin & have my jugular torn out by some beast...that or one of my animals might hurt me. I feel safer with them...honest...I know where I stand. If an animal doesn't like you you know it in a matter of seconds, but "Southern gentility" demands that people be "respectable" to you. That's right, they smile and they're you're friend...right up until the moment you turn your back. Because they can't be seen being bastards. That's what Southern hospitality means: You keep it under the rug! You can be a piece of shit human being but you mustn't be seen doing it publicly. It's private, and meant to get to others only through the rumor-mill, so that they can deny it to your face. If you speak out and complain you're "rude"....and so I end this for the moment, because it's fucking early and my mind is obviously all over the damn place...