If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. Henry David Thoreau
it’s taken about a week, but i really believe i’ve come to terms (again) with the pitfalls in my own sense of survival. now if i could only work on my picker. i must have a damaged picker. i learn things from my poor decisions undoubtedly, but i admit i could very easily get used to making less poor decisions. perhaps in the next life.
maybe i trust too easily. i often listen to what people are saying- and listen to what my reaction is while that is being said. somehow though, my natural affinity to decipher caca becomes dwarfed by my eagerness to please with a big dash of let me do what i love. and when that happens, i somehow enter into relationships that will not meet my expectations nor tickle my satisfaction bone for very long.
so, like a foolish teenager i find myself on a lot of “first dates” and walk away scratching my head. frankly it’s tedious. and i am ready, oh spirit guide, to move past this lesson and on to the next level in my game.
one think i do believe is that i do not have to do this perfectly. so just like taytay sez:
I stay up too late, got nothing in my brain That’s what people say mmm, that’s what people say mm I go on too many dates, but I can’t make ’em stay At least that’s what people say mmm, that’s what people say mmm
But I keep cruising, can’t stop, won’t stop moving It’s like I got this music in my body and it’s gonna be alright
‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off…Taylor Swift
here’s to any good reason to rock a lip sync or 2