I often have people tell me from time to time I should author a book. I really am at a loss about it too. Why me? I'm just a basic boogerhead with no focus on the outside world other than a few observations about stuff I see around me. I saw a black guy at the bus stop in Independence today on my way home and he was waiving his arms all up in the air and screaming and kicking at trash on the ground. I know YOU are probably thinking you should lock your doors and drive faster when you see stuff like that... Me? I just take two seconds look at that and think, "Dang, someone must have pissed him off something fierce" and I chalk it up to the dude just working it all out. It's just a matter of how we interpret things.
In the town where I work in Kansas, there is a guy who wears long hair and skirts and women's shoes and rides a bike. Now most people think "hey? who is the nut job" and they make fun etc. Personally? I've not worn a skirt to ride, but I got to thinking about it... if you ride and a lot of wind blows up your skirt? it's got to be like an ac unit blowing up there in that area that gets hot when you work out... so I thought to myself? Maybe he is on to something? There are times that I think I'd LIKE some ac blowing on my... well... "Area" down there and wouldnt' mind a cooling system for physical activity... call me crazy..
The point is this... We all have a different way of looking at things. People think I'm a little needy because I post on FB all the time... Okay.. so your secure in your thinking and you think everyone should think like you? How much fun is that? do we all want to wear plaid shirts and khaki's and bostonian topsiders with shiney burgundy leather? I think not! I think Facebook exists as a proving ground for humor... somedays I'm the funniest guy alive? somedays I'm an idiot.... most days I mean. But if you are sharp and you work to hone your craft... you can see the world from a different angle and start accumulating stories to tell. My story is a good one and it's getting better all the time. That's the fun part about being a writer. You can change it with that crafty little delete button located on the top right corner. I refer to it as the do-over button... I wish my life had a do-over button... I've often thought I would have it on maximum warp overdrive and be hitting that bad boy every time I spilled coffee or posted something I shouldn't on Facebook... but the more I think of it? the less likely I am to hit that button. I'm finding more and more on a daily constant that I am less likely to be wise and more likely to be voted "most likely to smoke crack" by anyone's Sr. Class. I screw up more stuff than the guy that tests the reverse button on the drills at Ryobi...
but you know? I'm wiser than I was before I jacked up a few things in my life... somedays I am brash and arrogant and quick to do stupid things and I learn from those mistakes. The more I learn.. the more I realize how little I know. I think that's the definition of becoming wise... knowing where you stand in the midst of what you don't know and how much you are willing to be transparent so that others know you are just trying to "work it out" ; )
I guess you can say I have some really great friends... cause when I mess up? Those that mind don't matter and those that matter? well... they just don't mind : )
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