When I was five I got busted for crossing the street diagonally. Some nosey teacher observed my deviant behavior as I was walking home from school, she called my mom straight away, and I was in trouble before I walked in the door. I had to wait in my room until my dad got home from work. The worst kind of punishment. Sitting there for hours wondering if I would get yelled at, spanked, or lose my television privileges. I imagine my twenty something dad trying to work up reproach over his delinquent five year old daughter crossing the street diagonally? He probably had to toss down a beer before dealing with me. Those were the days…
I should avoid listening to the news, it’s depressing, but I have no self discipline. Hypocrisy is rapid, people are insane, and by the way, I think the guy across the street is building a bunker. It makes me anxious. Like, maybe I should have one? As I am sitting down to write this post a guy knocks on my front door. First thing he says, “I’m not asking for money.” Then he starts shoving this point sheet at me. He needs points to earn back his drivers license. I’m like what? (He probably ran over a pedestrian.) It was so confusing I told him he had to leave, try the guy across the street, I know, I know, I’m a horrible person. Trust me when I say, it was a very complicated system. Do I look like a rocket scientist? No, I teach religion. I can pray for you. Then I remember the lesson I just taught on generosity. Shit, I should of bought the guy some points. Now I feel like a hypocrite and I haven’t even changed out of my work clothes. When did life get so confusing?
I was at my mom’s the other day. We spent an hour trying to connect her wireless printer to the computer. We pushed every button, moved the wingback chair in case it was blocking the invisible waves, pushed more buttons, imputed several important looking number sequences, a light came on, we cheered, but it was a hoax. No connection. I hate technology. I remember thinking wireless would be so cool. No more miles of endless cords stretching across the house. Well, like everything else, it’s not as cool as I thought it would be. Remember the pet rock?
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I always want to know more about the life before the death when I see the shrines. Glad you have made it across the street safely.
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