no title
When I was first coming around and hanging out with people trying to get and stay sober a day at a time, I’d say that ‘The Animals’ song, “Please don’t let me be misunderstood,” had been a constant theme of my life – that people wouldn’t get me – and inherent in that, get that I got it. This was before I didn’t know that I didn’t know.
Now I’m clear that I am going to be misunderstood nearly every time I open my mouth. It’s a clear nudge to remain silent. Even here, at Couch Surfing, writing and posting here. As such, there’s an ongoing reminder to not be so esoteric. And an equally impressive urge to be even more so. Hmmm. What’s a boy to do?
Fortunately I have no opinion about any of this. Though ‘The Animals’ song had cool lyrics, and – trust me – was easy to dance to.
Is it any consolation to know that you are not alone? I just got a notice from the state of New York saying that I owe them $50 for speeding on my farm plate. Only problem is I haven’t had the plate since. 2018.. Haven’t looked it up, but I suspect that Mercury is in retrograde again. On that other more important matter regarding patronage – it’s a long boring story that I won’t go into here, but the stoppage was unavoidable. I hope to rectify it soon. As always, “twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift. Look out kid. It’s somethin’ you did. God knows when, but you’re doin’ it again”. , Pat
Thank you Pat, your comment brightened my day – though not the Empire State’s psychotic behavior.