from: explodingdog.com

shalom.

Rags Next to Silk

My first day of Orientation at Target Distribution.

Out of the big group hired, there was one guy who stuck out.

He was the same age as me.

He had been married seven years.

He had two children.

One was two and a half years.

One was five and a half months.

When held up to the silk tapestry, we realize how many rips there are in our fabric.

I am definitely not a grown up.

And, I am going to convince myself that that is a good thing for as long as I can get away with it.

shalom.

Speak Fido, Speak.

Changed the look. Hope you enjoy it. If you don't, just act like you do.

Anyways,

I think I realize what blogging is for-- sharing wisdom.

The problem is that everyone thinks that they have wisdom to share.

I do.

I think it is because I am extremely humble... or modest.

Joking aside, this is my wisdom to share.

I started journaling on penzu.com again.

I felt much better from it.

We need to talk.

We need to be heard, if by our own ears, so be it.

Talking is the key, though.

My life, or my mind I should say, has been in a very rough place.

I think it has to do with the fact that I regret everything I say.

I hate my own voice.

That is not good.

The more I hate what I say, the more I say stupid things... the more I joke around... the more I avoid talking about serious things.

What a conundrum.

That is all.

For now.

sha lo m.