Riding out the storm…

Just a little pit stop here before we make our way to the circular file. Can’t seem to help myself, at the moment. Irrational dissatisfaction and hopelessness have settled over me with another one of their bi-monthly visits. I can almost set a clock to it, it’s uncanny…I just have to remember to keep ‘ol hunter s. thompson’s sage advice in mind; be quiet….be calm. Hey, hey, hey! What’s the word of the day? Maintain, my man, maintain. Don’t do anything stupid now…something, perhaps, you might regret? You know the drill…suppress the urge to communicate the wrong things to the wrong people, and come tomorrow you’ll get your ambition back. Also, don’t just start walking and forget to stop…obligations come first. One loss after the next didn’t help, but I’m sure we’d still be here regardless. And then there’s the loss that just keeps on losing. Stubborn one, that. Though what began as a daily smack in the face has dwindled slightly…becoming a slightly less fierce punch in the gut instead. Ah, there it is again…thank you lord for teaching me humility. To blame the world, or blame the self, that is the question…at least for those of us non-cogs. Chances are it’s just me that’s momentarily fucked in the head, and the world is just fine and dandy…it’s not that I have nothing in common with anyone, it’s just that I don’t encounter enough fresh personalities on a daily basis. Monthly basis. Yearly basis… Lifetime basis…….and really, that’s not entirely true. It’s just that loyalty and independence go together like shit and strawberry shortcake, so any kindred spirits I might have wouldn’t stick around that long anyhow…though I am a loyal independent hybrid, so perhaps my definition of kindred spirits needs to be refined some. Shave a little fat off of the starving ethiopian boy…