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THE FOLLY OF DIVA’S

As I sit here at the billiard’s spot off of W. 81^st drinking a Miller High Life, one of my favorite spots to haunt , the clicking of the pool balls and the juke box bring me back to reality.   I drop a lil lime salt in my beer before I take a sip.  I look around, I find that things are not surreal in reality. 

Everything is clear. When I get up close to something it doesn’t change what it was from far away.  I used to look at surreal like it was a dream come true.  Boy was I walking in ignorance.  It aint a dream come true if it appeared to be something but is something different in reality.  

My belly thinks that it is hungry.  Not too many people are here right now.  I feel like this dark place is mine.  I leave my stuff (computer, wallet, etc.) to go to the restroom then pick up a menu.  I may as well order some food to go with this beer. 

My meal caused me to consider my dream man.  What would he be like?  What type of man would he be?  He definitely wouldn’t be something that I could only dream of having nor would he be just a fantasy. 

I don’t want a king.  I wouldn’t want a man with glory.  He doesn’t have to be a star. He don’t have to be doing great things.  As yall can tell I’m country.  This is mess that country folk build their existence on. Yes….  :-\  …..and? 

Since I’m superficial (worldly not religious) all my dream man need be is shallow and materialistic.  This type man would be the yen to my yang.  He would not mess up my fung schway.  You know?  Holla if ya hear me!

Anyway, I know what’s going on here, it’s too complicated to get into.

SOT; This calls for a mind with wisdom

WTTW:  Wolves love wisdom.  Sharks thrive on wisdom.

SPACE INVADERS; WE ARE NOT ALONE

SPACE INVADERS; WE ARE NOT ALONE

I look to my left.  There is a couple calmly arguing about their son.  She is accusing him of not being a good dad.  He can’t understand why she says this because he was there when the boy woke up that morn.  After walking about 5 feet I wish that I had said something.  Something like, like…..I don’t know.  They probably would have slapped me for saying something. 

Now I look to my left.  What I see and what folk are doing doesn’t matter.  I’m not alone.  I don’t see anybody that I’m attracted to.  I don’t see anybody that I want to talk to.  I sit, I pretend like I can’t tell folk want to talk to me.  I hope that no one talks to me.  Dang, this lady just said something to me. 

Because we are not alone I wish that I were a butterfly.  Why?  A butterfly gets away with so much.  A butterfly is the culprit but never expected as or to be the culprit.  A butterfly is given sanctuary then never bothered.  If someone trys to catch a butterfly its to put the butterfly in a safe place so that it can live and survive.  The butterfly gets away with murder.

I’m thinking all this while this lady is speaking to me.  When she’s done I smile and nod my head yes as if I had been listening or interested in what she was saying. 

Thank God we are not alone.  If I where alone I wouldn’t have a place or time to be ugly. Or a time to let the butterfly wander in my mind.

I don’t know what that lady was talking about and I don’t care. All I remember is that butterfly flying around in my head. 

What do you do when you realize that you are alone?  Panic?  Stop breathing?  Anxiety about your breath?  I invite you to stop such foolishness, instead let the butterfly dance in your head.   

SOT; A little folly outweighs wisdom.