When a Bottle of Rum is a Trade-Up.

The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one.

The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who haven't got it.

~George Bernard Shaw.

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Beginning another tale. Penmanship needs work, so tap the keys instead. It is all starting to make sense, to meld together. Use the strengths you have to smash the weaknesses into granules of dust. But do it quietly, do it softly, do it with a thought for those who are less inclined to want the disturbance in their lives. We are finally living, now. Welcome to the club, my newest readers. This is your shout out.

Such a very placid day today. The weather was nice. There was a small breeze and the sun shone until the late afternoon. Perhaps the weather mirrored my placid mood. I felt slightly sentimental, even slightly inclined for romance today, though I didn't go out in search of a conclusion to either feeling. I sat in this red leather seat, I turned on the laptop and I struck the keys gently until the letters became words, which became sentences, which became paragraphs, which became chapters. And I took a few minutes out from my schedule to observe a small shift in the tectonic plates of my emotion. When the plates shift, they cause an earthquake in me, and the tears come gently, then recede. And so it was.

Such is life.

When the sun set I had merciful hours in the corner with my counterpart. We spoke forthrightly, honestly, even a touch remorsefully about this current sad situation. But we are not only romantic, we are realistic. And as such, we came up with solutions which make sense in terms of the head, the heart, the body, and (if there is such a thing) the soul. What does that all mean? It means, you ever-alert owls, that there is nothing we can do. The walls will land where they fall, and we will shelter as best as we can from the cold winds that blow through us. It is not right for a person to feel that nothing can be done about a situation. Human beings are made for Action. We are designed to see a problem, to solve it, and to move on. When there is no solution, we become fixated on it; unable to turn our attention fully onto something else. If you think about your life, there will have been many of these moments. Some of which you will never let go of.

So let's just curl up in a huge bed together. Let's burrow deep down under the sheets and hide from everything that has been worrying us lately. Any of you can come. We'll make this our own little fort, where nothing can come in but quiet laughter, perfect warmth, and blissful sleep. Goddamnit, the thought alone is putting weight into my eyelids. We can sleep hand in hand, or shoulder to shoulder, or intertwined. It matters not. I just want to hide until it is safe enough to venture out again. When the summer is over, when the pill cases are empty, when the deluge has ceased inside my head. If you want to stay and help me through, then I'll be ever-grateful.

And you will know where to find me, if ever I'm needed. Just burrow down deep, close your eyes and there I'll be. How good is that, doves? How perfectly simple.

And that, I believe, is enough for me tonight. My mental-fortitude is almost spent. It has been a nice day. Tomorrow, I'll think of you all again. Roll me through your heads as well. Its only fair, after all.

Who was your first crush?