Tales of The Fencesitter

As expected, I dug myself into a warm spit of drama midway through 2008– kinda surprising as I usually do that thing during the 1st quarter of each year.  But the delay only served to enhance the potency of this year’s emo episode.  Rationality didn’t kick in until after almost a month when I was tethering on the edge of self-destruction.  Haay, the drama that I allow myself to get into. 

Anyway that’s done and to remind me of the folly of this annual exercise, I got myself a 42 inch reminder of how stupid I can be when I allow myself to almost drown in self-induced misery. 

Now I’m in another level of anxiety, one that will surely evoke some serious head shaking (while I dig deep into my very shallow pocket) month after month for an entire year.  Still, it’s not often that a fella comes to his senses just before deep frying the goose that lays the golden egg.

It’s wonderful how materialistic pursuits (no matter how degenerate) can divert one’s attention to other things when hurtling at top speed down a slippery slope.  A lot of folks (mostly women) subscribe to this form of escape.  It’s not really a solution to what ails us, merely a digression from the current pain.  It’s like banging your head against a wall when your tooth aches.  You just supplant one hurt with another.