Tuesday Morning Thoughts

Tuesday Morning Thoughts

The way things are. . .

The Problem:

I’ve spent another Monday, thinking about life, and the people that I care about, and how I may not really fit into their pictures. Seems, my picture is a bit lonely.

Writing

Maybe, they hope if they ignore my writing long enough; that I will give up, and quit. I’m not certain that is what they hope; however, I do have reason to believe, that is their hopes and plans.

Seems like they really ignore me well. Seems, I’m not important enough for them to give a pleasant remark. Thanks!

Bored almost to the point of tears. Nothing going on. Between, the isolation; and the problems I’m faced with; life seems pretty ruthless. Maybe the problem is my attitude about the whole thing?

Doing what can be done, to keep my attitude; from reaching toxic levels. Yet, it doesn’t feel like I’m heard, or seen. One must be very careful, how they deal with that kind of treatment. It matters to stay balanced, and keep things in proper perspective.

I’m not here

Likely not going to renew my hosting plan for my personal website. Really wish that it was something that I wanted to keep for a long time. Haven’t seen results from it, and it seems to just piss people off that I have it.

Someday, I won’t be around. I’ve spent a lot of time on that website. You would think, they might want to keep it around, to remember me. Maybe not, no one really cares about my efforts. Seems everything is destined to be erased. They won’t even remember me.

Often I’ve thought about formatting the hard drive, and pulling a map up, and going somewhere else. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Seems everything winds up, back here, on this cul de sac.

Doesn’t Matter What I Say

Doesn’t matter what I write, no one is reading. No one cares, or listens. Doesn’t seem to hit home with anyone but myself. Felt like it matters to me, and because it was something that mattered to me, that others would find some value of that. Doesn’t seem to count because it is my work. If it was their work, it would be a different story.