As usual, there is not enough time to do the things I want to do. I get it. I do. It's because I am an adult, and I have to do the things "The Man" wants me to do. Bullshit. If said "Man" knew what I was doing in my free time, inside my head, the color wash that pours through my brain, oh, Damn the Man! He would be jealous. It's the thing that cannot be taxed, taken away, pulled away from, left behind. This, my dears, "The Man" cannot control. Now "The Man" will try. Of course, culture does not help with,"Dontcha wanna think like everybody else?????"
Sometimes, I fall for this bait. This ill-fated, and poorly thought out plan by as, I will call it from now on, "The Machine" that tries to control the said "MAN" once again. Pitiful plight I would say. What a horrible existence. What a nightmare.
You, may be living in it. Get out. Now. It's not too late.
It's going to be a beautiful next 3 weeks. Full of what "I know what I can do........"
Maybe you, won't feel so disappointed in yourself. Maybe I will inspire you to try harder.
After all, I believe that's part of my purpose.
If it sounds like I'm being full of myself, this is the correct assumption. You should look at me and say sassy things under your breath, because, it will push me harder.
And maybe, YOU will try harder.