It's amazing how the human mind works, how we have one thought and it links to another then another, by the time you get locked on the one solid thought, it can be so far removed from it's genesis. I looked down at my feet at my repaired dockers slippers which I so love (yes I love an inanimate object); they were quite pricey and I was a bit distressed when it cam undone; at the time I thought, I need a new pair - but I can't afford it right now, I felt torn to discard of them, so I packed them away in my closet. I dug them out recently with the thought of trying to get them repaired, unsure that they could be, but a mere $5.75 later, they were back to functional, oh glory.
I looked down at my slipper and I thought, that's why it pays not to throw away your old stuff for new, they could always be repaired, restored - and that thought brought me to a post I wrote some years ago, I think it was titled Old Shoes. Then that got me thinking, never throw away your old friends for new ones, your new friends will just as quickly abandon you, which made me think of my brother from another mother who said to me "...gassa I never get vex with pussy..." That thought made me smile broadly, gave me a moments pause and reflection. Sometimes it becomes necessary to move on from the new, or find even newer, but just as important, never let go completely of the old, old in the most unexpected of times can prove to be quite functional, and in the case of my repaired slipper a whole lot less costly.
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.
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