Or, as some might shout, "I call BS Victurd, it's TMI!"
Eh whaddeva, that don't upset me.
As a single person, there is no "running this by you to see if you think I'm nutso."
So, you're stuck with me running this by you. Of course, I swear (infrequently, I swear)... I swear, I wouldn't get upset if you used the mouse and clicked the 'X' in the ULHC (that's, Upper Left Hand Corner for you shorthand gators.)
Why, oh why, do I spend an ordinate (or would it be inordinate) amount of time on things, interests that I know will never happen?
Back to the 'single, no one to run it by'... you there. You can glimpse inside the brain of your significant, or, BFF or whoever is the closest to you and tell them "That's crazy?", or, maybe comfort them with "I can understand why you do that, feel that way." Converely, they can eyeball, play shrink on you, your thoughts, ideas.
Inoherwords, and these are 'other' words, I can't see in your brain, but, I 'take all the clothing off my modula oblongota' (I type too damn much) so you can see mine.
I guess perhaps I'm backhandedly asking (hoping?) "Are you weird like me?"
Victurd? Examples please.
I look, every day, and twice on most, for an RV, conversion van, small pull behind camper so I can get the hell outta Dodge... forever.
All the leaves are brown (and the sky is grey)....BUT, BUT, I no likey renting, I ain't greatly fond of present living situation, so, up, up and away in my beautiful balloon (camper thingy) my problems are solved.
HA! Wanna buy some swampland?
I DO love independence, I DO love scenic, there is SO much I've never seen.
Then.
Reality sits in. I'm a white knuckles, speed limit is my max, get offa my ass.. I'm 72, suffice to say, my eyes ain't getting better with age... and.
That moment I'm finally parked, lights out, I would be Kramer/Barney Fife nervous someone would rob me, harm me, take whatever little I have. Even Barney one ups me, he's got his bullet. I don't, won't carry.
Besides, with no physical Addy for the USPS, how would the hearing aid companies, burial plot sales reps, extended warranty people find me?
Is that your only weirdness Victor?
How long ya got?
I'm in love with Alaska, homesteading, folks who live off the land. If I ain't watching sports, my TV is dialed to the AK shows on Discovery, Homestead Rescue, 'Bush living' reels on FB, that.
And, that's weird because?
Ahm, I'm 72. Afflicted. Elvis would hate me (I've never shot or eaten a rabbit - or any critter)... the thought of eating anything that ain't outta the meat aisle at The Piggly Wiggly makes me wanna upchuck. Besides, I hate the cold.
Ahm, OK. Done?
No. Close your ears, I like 'Falling in love.' I do so, but usually only on days that end in Y.
I fall for smiles. Niceness. Positive outlooks (rub off on me perty perty please). Eyes, lips, dererriers (forgive me Father.)
Victurd, are you REALLY gonna hit 'publish', then 'share to FB'? Uh huh, am.
A Cliffsnotes shrink might say "Victurd, you spend time enjoying things you'll never have because you suffer from Fear of Failure. That is, if you never jump, you'll never come crashing down.
Thanks, I think.
If you care to share, am I the only one with weird thoughts, weird brain? I'd promise not to laugh if you shared some facet of something your brainwaves might wave at.
In keeping with the musical touch of this blog, tune in next time when we dissect, and further inspect, Patsy Cline's Crazy (as well as Victurd's)
They're coming to take me away ha ha, they're coming to take me away, ho ho, ha ha, hee hee.. to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time...
Ahm, ok, cool. Will I be camping? Have a wood stove? Are there perty women there?
Love, Victurd
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