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Friday, April 21, 2006

Mistakes? What Mistakes? ©

Here I am fresh out of bed.
Did I say fresh?
Let’s just leave it to just out of bed.

Going through my comments from the last couple of days and I will answer them BTW, there is something that has been recurring that bugs me.
It’s no ones fault but maybe the way we have been brought up to think.
People have been referring to some of the things I have done in my life as mistakes.
I don’t like what I have done being called mistakes.
I prefer them being call choices while walking down the road of life.
I didn’t open the wrong door and end up where I was, I read the signs, I asked for it.
WHY we do some things is a mistake.
The first joint I smoked I asked for it.

Hey bud, you got any hash?
The fucker sold me 10 grams of sheep shit wrapped up in saran wrap.
And don’t anyone dare ask me if it was good shit or not.
But the choice was freely made by me to try out drugs, the mistake was, that I was curious.
I still smoke pot.

We cannot go around and saying things like buying that car was a mistake because it broke down later.
The engine died.
The mistake was that you bought it because it was black.
It’s still black, just dead.
Or marrying a person was a mistake when if fact it was a choice, why you did it for was the mistake.
Life is like a drop of water running down the side of a window.
It goes with the slop of the times and the choices we make are the twists and turns that drop makes.
We can’t go around saying some choices we made were mistakes because the end result wasn’t to our satisfaction.
You learn nothing that way.
The WHYS are to blame.
Why did you make that choice and you usually find the mistake there.
The most mistakes are linked to curiosity.

OMG what happened to your hair.
I stuck the butter knife in the socket
Just curious

What’s the matter Johnny?
My toe is stuck in the faucet.
Why did you put it there?
Just curious

Hey Frank why you limping?
I got hung up at the Blue Oyster bar last night.
That’s a gay biker bar.
Why did you go in there?
Just curious

You get my drift.
So the way I see it the choices we make are not the mistakes but the reasons we made them are.

Please don’t call my choices mistakes because I made so many that I enjoyed.

Mike poured a gallon of paint on me and Philip said if I fill the bathtub full of water and put a gallon of turpentine in it all I had to do is take a bath.
All my hair fell off everywhere, I’m peeling and my balls…………………..
WTF did you tell him that for Philip
Because I knew he would do it LOL

Ok, there may be some flaws in my theory

This is my Easter weekend and I have church and more church.
Not that I am overly religious but the priest and I do have some interesting conversations. Not that either of us win but it does have us reading the bible a lot.

So, in Greek we say

Xristos Anesti

Enjoy your weekend

wait wait


Tonight I thought he was acting weird.
We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink.
I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.
Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk.
He agreed but he kept quiet and absent.
I asked him what was wrong; he said nothing.
I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.
He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.
On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving.
I can't explain his behavior.
I don't know why he didn't say I love you too.
When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
He just sat there and watched T.V.
He seemed distant and absent.Finally, I decided to go to bed.
About 10 minutes later he came to bed, and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else.
He fell asleep - I cried.
I don't know what to do.
I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.
My life is a disaster.


I shot the worst round of golf in my life today, but at least I got laid!

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