I know two people who admit they are reflecting over their lives so far (both wouldn’t call it that, but I could convince ‘em that’s the proper wording,) and five other people who are thinking about things rather deeply.

Too deeply for casual conversation.

I’d love to say I know what’s caused this introversion because I don’t know for sure…  Mostly since I’ve been in a reflective mood over the past two months, but I can make an educated guess.

Life sucks.  Things just suck.

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…But I tend to anyway.

I mean, what good are rules if you can’t break them?

:D 

So — my bar was… interesting tonight.  I mean, where do these people come from?

I got groped, man-handled, insulted in a commendable way, and entertained.  All for approximately $25.

I love America.

Yes.  I’m feelin’ the juice.

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Well, really, truly, foaming-at-the-mouth angry.  Being a little tweaked can lead to some interesting posts, but don’t do it when full of unfocused rage.  ’Cause blogging when a red haze clouds the vision leads to bad choices of words, and that’s just not a good thing.

So, I’ve stayed away, choosing that advice over succumbing to the bitter, nasty jumble of words and phrases just poised at the edge of my fingers, waiting to escape onto this screen.

When I was a wee-boy growing up in Duluth, I had problems with my temper.  I would say nasty things, behave atrociously, and was just a real pain at times.  One day someone said “Nate, you’re talking from your stomach too much.  Don’t speak from your stomach, just use it to start from.  It’s all just noise and smelly gas in your stomach.  Speak from your heart and your head.  That’s where you take that noise and gas and turn it into something useful.”

Well, I’m done typing the words straight from my stomach.  My head and heart are itching to get back to this thing what I call a blog.

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