apparently this needs clarification

If I find myself attractive, it does not necessarily mean I am gay. It does mean I am keenly observant.

eternity

My tooth hurt, and then my jaw hurt, and now the whole side of my face is a dull aching weight, and death seems like my best option, but I don't want to die...or go to the dentist.  I wish I had taken the time in life to enjoy a comfy pair of slippers, back a couple of hours ago when I still could enjoy. 

six fifty six

It is 6:56am. Have you ever been here? I know you have, at least once a day. I thought I would apply my unique perspective to it, with the written word.

It was 6:56am.

Life is funny, but I stopped laughing.

Life is funny, but I stopped laughing.  I wrote that.  But, it is so clear - and relatively obvious, that I thought it must have already been written.  And it may have been.  But, I did an internet search (google) for the phrase, and did not come up with any direct matches in the first few pages.  That really surprises me.  So there you have today's post, and a disclaimer - it's too good.

wrestle with this

I have been trying to come up with a catch phrase I can popularize that would mean "tackling a tough problem". I think I finally have it.  Here it is – “wrestle the goose”.  I like it, sounds like it is just waiting to be unleashed. But, now that I’ve written it, I am not so sure; I think it could sound a bit vulgar.  I mean, if you ask your mom where your dad is, and she answers, “don’t bother him, he’s wrestling the goose.”  I am thinking I am not going to bother him.

jimbo doesn't count

I cannot get over the fact that I have never had a cool nickname.  I have been spending some time, a lot of time, trying to come up with my own.  All I have right now is – NOT anything that ends in  -eezer.

from the outside, inside

I got myself out of my chair.  I moved because staying in that chair would have been giving unspoken approval to the unnoticed hurt, the pain of jealousy, the crippling anger of selfishness.  And that is how February is.  This time of year, without snow, Illinois is very brown,  Very brown.  The low arc of a winter’s sunny day brings a deep blue backdrop to the brown earth and a quick end to the day. Inside my house, at night, I am a small figure taking a small space in the dim light of electricity.  Inside my kitchen, on a chair, at the short edge of a table, in the evening, and I wonder how I appear, from the outside, through the window, to a stranger passing by while walking his dog.  When he looks in, does he know that I made a mistake?  Do I know he did too?

brunch with jimmy

“jimmy, write me something pure.”

Believe in yourself.

“okay, but it sounds selfish.”

Depends on what you believe.

“okay, but it is vague.”

I think it is universal, not vague.

“okay, then it is trite.”

Okay.

“Okay?”

Believe in yourself.