I feel like I need to write, but I'm not quite sure what about - I had one of those conversation where you've heard it all before; so you can tune out and come back and the conversation would remain familiar, which allows you to chime in with the well placed uhuh, ok and true. But, I'm to old for those programmed responses - I've attained the age, and a bit of grays, where I will simply say that statement is non-sense; of course not in such well mannered words; then again I may choose to entirely ignore the conversation, silence is just as effective in communicating that you view the contribution of the speaker less than worthy of a response.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
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