sometimes i wonder. all the whining i do, and i do whine, not always outloud but believe you me there’s a whole lotta snivelin’ goin’ on at any one time, somewhere inside somehow someway. and yeah i don’t always get what i want.
but people who know me bring me strange little shiny objects, yes, when people see small glittery things headed for a wastebasket, they think of me. which is utterly delightful.
and then there are random kindnesses that are so out of left blue yonder and just in the nick of time, a tick or so before some detonation. it’s no wonder i live well the hell in denial most of the time, you would too if the universe had saved your sorry ass as many times as it has mine. it’s not that i expect it, it’s just it’s become fairly difficult to envision the terrible things that might happen that are supposed to happen that are just about supposed to be right about now … now and … and then there’s this sort of swooping scooping move, this graceful save out of nowhere and …
maybe this is normal and i’m just really paranoid about bad things i shouldn’t even worry about? no.
no, it’s not normal. i’m not sure i entirely deserve it either and before you go disagreeing may i just say you don’t know everything about me, and we’ll leave it at that? ok then.
wow i’m not really good with thankyous am i? in case it’s not clear, that’s what this is.