The Path, Or Something Like It

Some mornings you wake up and just say, "Screw it, what's the point?" This, alas, was one of those mornings. Could have been otherwise. Should have been. But it wasn't. {{insert silent scream here}}

People, pets, machinery, house plants, animate, inanimate, and reanimated things, etc., etc., etc., can be complete enigmas. You might think they're going to take one path, and they take one diametrically opposite. You might think they're in a particular mindset, one that vaguely corresponds to yours, only to discover they're not. You might think they -- or you -- are over old habits. You might want to think again. You might sometimes find them in the damndest places. You might wonder why. You won't ever know. You might think they won't embarrass, annoy, or piss you off, or you them. You'd be an idiot to think that. When you're not expecting it is precisely when it'll jump out and bite you. You never know what's in someone else's head, any more than they (or you) know what's in yours. You're going to do what you're going to do, and so are they. If the two paths intersect and merge, great. But it's not a given and only a moron would count on it. Counting on things is what gets people in trouble, isn't it? You can't count on anything. You're doing good if you can manage to stay on your own path and not get lost in the dark woods and eaten by marauding bears.

Up isn't always up and down isn't always down, but sideways is usually more than likely sideways. Whatever. You know there's a full moon rushing at us, don't you? Yeah. I think that's what has my circuits scrambled. It's probably not a good idea to count on a coherent thought out of me 'til sometime on the 23rd.

I do wish you a terrific Sunday, though. And watch out for bears.