It Don't Come Easy
It's 11:15 pm on Christmas Eve. I sit here alone, contemplating life. I don't mind being alone. I do mind simpletons who have an easy life. Everything falls their way, every roll of the dice and flip of the coin.
I've paid my dues and then some. Some folks get all the shit they want and some folks just get shit on and there is where I lie. Christmas is supposed to be the birth of Christ, a time of peace, love and joy. All I see in this world is hate, jealousy and greed. Everyone seems to have an agenda. How they can use someone or take advantage of someone.
I ask myself, what am I doing here? Why am I wasting my time in a place I really don't like. I don't like most people. I find them uninteresting and dull. I am sure they find me a dotard as well but I really could care less. I am trapped and there is no way out. Of course, it's mostly my fault. I don't have any interest in fitting in or being a follower or a pretender.
I especially hate winter. Cold weather is morbid. My one bit of solace in winter is playing hockey. When I'm on the ice I forget about everything else but the game. I suppose that is good. When the game is over, it's back to oblivion. I wonder if I could be like Walter Mitty and lead an imaginary exciting life. I guess my imagination isn't quite that terrific or maybe my depth of delusion hasn't got to that level, yet.
The Harsh Truth
Of The Camera Eye
There always seems to be a Morrissey song for every occasion.
This one brutally applies to me also.
We celebrate being celibate.
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