My Life

I've no idea how you run your lives or think about what you do or what you say.. to strangers or loved-ones. Most times it's just chit-chat and trivia. It's a known fact that we can't endure silence for very long. Someone has to chip in to fill any silence. Otherwise everyone tends to get just a little edgy. So some idiot offers his two-penneth into the equation and why do I always, always, always offer my two-penneth when someone elses is probably following with probably something far greater in terms of whit or profundity. I've recently been contacted by my old school chums to attend an old school reunion. I've told them that I cannot revisit all the crazy, stupid things I did or said. The problem is that I have remembered all the bad times. I have stored up and replayed and replayed all the ridiculousness of my teenage years over and over and over these past 40 years to beyond the point of excruciating embarrasssment and boy do I not want to re-visit any of it. So I have politely told them that I won't be there.