Something's coming

I promise.  I'm still getting used to a life without social media, although I am getting a remarkable amount of stuff done at work, and I finished the book I've been reading for the past 2-1/2 months.  The blogging and other me-centered stuff is taking a bit more time.  But I had a great idea for a post just now, and it's going to contain the following 2 sentences that I just used in all sincerity:

"Love is fine when you're young, but after a certain age, you have to start thinking more pragmatically.  If you're not in love with someone by the time you're 40, you should give up the ghost and just start looking for someone that will take care of you."

Can't wait for that upbeat little bit of prose, I bet!

There's an Avett Lyric for That

"Nobody will call
Not as long as I keep my phone off the line.
Not as long as I keep my voice down inside my mouth.
But it's getting harder to hide
And the brightness of colors makes it hard to describe
And the voices that seem to come from all sides
Make it hard to decide."

- "Black, Blue"

Time Management

I'm hoping you'll be seeing a lot more of me in the coming days.  I'm going dark on all my social media for 7 days (not deleting the accounts or anything, just not logging on) and have deleted all the games and other distractions from my phone.  I waste so much freaking time doing stupid mindless things, and then I get mad that I don't enough time to do other things that I want to do like write or read or just sit and think.  So we'll see how this goes.

Sometimes

I am nostalgic for dreams that I remember having.

There's an Avett Lyric for That

"I'd like to say it hurts me, but it don't.
And I don't know just what to do, but I do.
See, it don't hurt when you're just killing time.
I was killing time, and I think that you knew."

- "Pretty Girl from Raleigh"

A Sort of Poem about Breathing and Bad Dreams

Tonight on the train,
I stood next to a man who smelled like a nightmare I had when I was a kid.
I didn't even remember having it until he stood next to me
And suddenly felt waves of fear crashing over me.
I could have moved, but I stood in my spot, tentatively breathing in the memories.
I didn't gulp air, but as his acrid essence entered my nose,
I felt lighter and lighter.
As if the past was fading away with the oxygen as it turned into carbon dioxide and left my body.
I can't remember what the nightmare was about.

There's an Avett lyric for that

"They say you've got to lose a couple fights to win."

- "Slight Figure of Speech"