Aw shit, just go out and antagonize a blockhead. It'll make you feel better!
It sometimes takes me an awfully long time to get my brain my mouth and the fingers, rat-a-tap tapping at this keyboard like a drunken hermanphrodite's ill fitting dentures, to agree with each other. Well, maybe agree isn't the exact word I'm looking for. Continuity sums it up better. Different parts of me seem to run at various speeds; a revolt against the timekeeping conspiracy that was wrested from the Swiss in a hostile takeover by a Japanese consortium in the mid-seventies. a random determination of lunar, martian and bio-degradable calenders all vying for dominance of my breakfast schedule.
I guess that I scared off some of the more straight laced people who aren't coming here looking for lesbians or David Hasselhoff Yeah, I dare you to click the link. You know what happened last time.
Where the hell is my guitar? Oh, here it is, good. I have started to become accustomed to typing with a guitar on my lap. It's not as much fun as a six foot tall Swedish model, but she doesn't slap my hands away when I get all touchy.
Been thinking about promises. Been thinking 'bout a lot of shit, but giving your word to someone seems to be at the top of the list these days. That's because I agreed to something and now I don't know how happy I am doing what I said I would do. I detest people who break their word and I have always voiced my opinion and peppered people who ran away from their responsibility with caustic remarks. No, not over little things like not being late for a Sunday brunch and a Little hangover helper or returning that damned Best of Polish Beer Drinking Polkas CD you borrowed four months ago, but things that need a handshake or the kiss of Don Coreleone's pinky ring.
Of what value is a vow? How do you measure the price of a promise? Does obligation outweigh happines? Honor over freedom? These are just some of the wheels spinning around in my head while my body is preoccupied with attacking the wild vegetation around my home, my in-laws house and the farm fields .
Misplaced Note: After reading the comments (thank you all very much.) I re-read this post and I can understand how one might have been mistakenly led to believe that I was talking about marriage (possibly mine) when in trality I was thinking about all kings of agreements; from spitting on your palm and shaking hands as a kid to signing that million dollar contract that floats around somewhere between Avarice Station and Lala-Land.Keep your promises or don't make 'em at all.
NYD.
24 comments:
Oh dear!!
Tip toes out quietly.
But it IS okay to antagonize blockheads, right? I have to have SOME fun. Promises. I wish I knew. I try to keep them, but when it's impossible or when it causes me more misery than is humanly bearable, I just have to break 'em. And when it's for the right reasons, I really don't think it's going to jeopardize my karma too much.
Yvonne: Where were you last night?
Rick: That's so long ago, I don't remember.
Yvonne: Will I see you tonight?
Rick: I never make plans that far ahead.
By and large, I keep my word/promises. Rule of thumb (and based on experience) – how will I feel if I don’t?
As for vows, etc. re: marriage – that seems to be a different kettle of fish! ;)
(and I am antagonizing a blockhead...)
blockheads beg to be antagonized.
the last paragraph...get outta my head! good questions. let me know if you get some good answers.
Since you are in Japan, I assume that if you fail to honor a vow, you will be legally obligated to slit your belly. But I'm in America, so I could be lying.
You have not scared me.
Tch Tch! now look what twittering did to you!
Some fingers do that deliberately. Like mine did today!
No promises can ever be made, as we do not know what We ourself will be like tomorrow!
You hit it on the head. I haven't been visiting because you don't post enough about David Hasselhoof. Now you know.
**looks in***
**tip toes out***
xoxo
No way was I going to click on that David Hasselhoff link!
Promises and Vows as they apply to a marriage:
VOWS: I do's that become maybe's before turning into I can't's and I won't's
PROMISES: the lure to not watch the Late Show
Mostly I think you should keep your promises. I know there are exceptions, but I try to avoid promises unless I'm sure I can eep them.
That's a tough one. Was it a two way promise? Did the other person keep up their end of the deal? Need to ponder that one a bit more.
I have no idea what is in that "wild vegetation", but you may want to avoid ingesting any of it prior to posting.
once again...
Misplaced, what is your name. At least tell us your first name!
Nice Blog. Congrats.
-Zakir Ali ‘Rajnish’
{ Secretary-TSALIIM & SBAI }
[Editor- Children’s Poem & Adult’s Poem]
What does Zakir Ali rajnessh expect?
You to follow his hindi poetry? Hehehe!
Misplaced ! I got appointed as a Professor of Communication!
Are you feeling existential angsty or just pissy about the gardening chores?
Will there eventually be lesbians? Cuz I can hang out until then.
Of course it helps to scroll down....
Well, I reckon your wife wouldn't take too kindly to the Sweedish model on your lap. Of course, with a Sweedish model, you wouldn't need an amp.
I've often wondered how much our inability to keep promises might be related to the decreasing autonomy of everyday life. It seems that there's really nothing one can count on, these days.
Is that hamster still spinning, my dear? Better get him outta there. Just think how dizzy the poor critter must be by now.;)
"Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs!"
"Keep your promises, or don't make them."
Tough words to live by- even tougher to expect another to keep.
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