As You Age

Why does it take so long to see how crazy you were/are? Is it because the world is just as crazy, or not as crazy, or slipping up and down on the crazy curve? I think it’s number 3. That crazy curve is one hellofaride. Not Hello Faride, but hell of a ride. I knew a Farid. He was a nice man.

We don’t seem to ever appreciate the people who walk in and out of our lives. Appreciation comes with age. We probably need to age like wine…no difference. Too much aging is like too much wine. We need the walkers to keep us from falling. We can’t seem to sort out thoughts. What was I typing about?

The crazy curve for old people: The world is just as crazy and seems not as crazy when you turn off the tv, and the world does slip up and down on the crazy curve — landing on it’s under-the-bottom-of-the-globe butt. I have no idea what any of that means.

What was this story trying to say? I have no idea.

The fan is going and it is a big distraction. The heat is probably cooking brain cells right now as words are forming inside this laptop. When the cells are cooked where do they go? Do you blow them out of your nose? Do you put them carefully in a tissue to then memorialize your thoughts that never came to fruition and then bury them outside? Yes. Do it. I like that idea.

The tissue is sitting right here and I’ll post its picture.