Conversations......... Did you ever have to make up your mind?

Did you ever have to make up your mind?
And pick up on one and leave the other behind?
It's not often easy and not often kind
Did you ever have to make up your mind?

Heads, tails.  

You can't do that!   Why not?

Did you ever have to finally decide?
And say yes, to one and let the other one ride?
There's so many changes and tears you must hide
Did you ever have to finally decide?

I've noticed......... (OH JOY, here we go!)....

Bite me, I decided to say/write that!  I've noticed, outta ALL the forms of communication - all the elements involved...  he, she, me, him, those over there, the fleeting "here, lemme hold the door forya"... texts... phone calls... the one seated on the barstool to the left, and don't forget the one on the other side........

MOST..........  THE MOST conversations one has is with themselves.

Sometimes there's one with big blue eyes, cute as a bunny
With hair down to here, and plenty of money
And just when you think she's that one in the world
Your heart gets stolen by some mousy little girl

Oh sure, there's that.  But for most, that's remnants of yesteryear.... Homecoming dance... sock hop at the JC Hall........  the mixer in College...  Real life stuff after the 'come on and take a free ride' of living at home, semi (OK, mostly) dependent upon parents... "Uh oh, now whatinthehell do I do, which way do I go"... in relation to a relationship - but too......

That ain't what this is about.

And then you know you'd better make up your mind
And pick up on one and leave the other behind
It's not often easy and not often kind
Did you ever have to make up your mind?

This is about comfort.  Sure, little things like the buttons to adjust your driver's seat... the up/down of the steering wheel - and the Goldilocks of "juuuuusssttt right".......

I'm talkin' morals.  Decisions on BIG stuff... uh huh, oh sure, everyday stuff ("Have it your way, have it your way at Burger King..   Putt putt... to the Pizza Hut... You deserve a break today.. so get up and get away."....

Sometimes you really dig a girl the moment you kiss her
And then you get distracted by her older sister
When in walks her father and takes you in line
And says, "Better go on home, son, and make up your mind"

Well that ain't the kinda moral dilemma I was referring to, but, it is just that.

Any........ everything.

I was..... tossin and turnin'... I couldn't sleep at all last night (dooo doo doo doo)... Cause i was tossin' and turnin', tossin' and turnin' all night.

Then you bet you'd better finally decide
And say yes to one and let the other one ride
There's so many changes and tears you must hide
Did you ever have to finally decide?

However many years left.  The hell now, next?  I ain't never done (this)..  should I?  I've always wanted to do (this).. Can I afford it? Is my health good enough?  Will they laugh at me (Hark, if you believe that one then I ain't never deprecated onya enough, as in, I don't give a rats ass what most think.)

And therein may be the bottom line.  After one wonderful nuclear family... two, count em, two marriages... two, count 'em, two 'living in sin's.. (scroll to 'Hark').. 

I think.......... the ONLY person we ever really really know, trust, is ourself.  AND, sometimes, doubt creeps in.  Not always, and maybe not a bad thing.

Victor, you've said a lot without really saying a lot.

Eh, whatever.  Lemme discuss what you just said with my confidante... 

Me. Muah.  Henry Gibson.  BR549.  Alfred E. Newman.  Victor Kendal Schultze.  Victurd.

THIS GOES AGAINST ALL OF THE ABOVE.. 'cause I just looked up the saying comfort in one's own skin........ and AI (ugh).. of all people, whoeverinthehell they are, wrote:

"Comfort in one's own skin" means feeling confident and accepting of oneself, embracing your unique qualities without needing to change to fit societal expectations, essentially meaning you are happy and at ease with who you are as a person, flaws and all. "

Tune in tomorrow...... Damnit Victurd, since you got ridda wi-fi, you DON'T WRITE every day, whatdda ya mean tomorrow?

Tomorrow, or maybe a week from Tuesday, we just might plagiarize Art and Paul's Dangling Conversation.

And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me

Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives

Victor....... you're really weird............

Lemme think on it........... baby baby lemme think on it, I'll give you an answer in the morning... or... wheneverinthehell I write again.

Decorations by AI......  Verse by BR549... (and Henry)

Close by......... Paul Harvey............. Good Day.

Love, Victurd