Listen, I’m no one and that is a good thing. You don’t “need” to know me.
I’m like a log, or a well established area of moss. This isn’t about me. It’s about you, and me, and “this” and then how you process that information for the forward trajectory while trudging forward.
I think it sounds pretty basic, but I hear that there is some unperceived complexity that exists that is unseen by veterans; and some of these newbs are really throwing an unexpected glitch into the game. The realistic nature of this conflict is unavoidable, so I am sure life is going to get even more complicated and interesting. I just attempt to keep the balance.
Seems like a crazy task when the table has one leg, but the memo said “This is your job.” So what was I going to do? Not show up? Nah, man. I knew shit was going to get weird. Instinctively I wore cargo shorts. I had to face the fact the next journey was all about storage and flexibility.
Pocket 1: Eight Energy/ Nutrition Bars. One Emergen-C 6 Peanut butter and Chocolate Naked Bars(my favorite.) Two random bars no one wants. One packet of grapefruit Emergen-C. (Label pocket #1 Delicious Last Resort.)
Pocket 2: Two used paper towels; strip club match book, coupon for store brand *ish*, a clump of tissue discarded,( unused but crumpled tissues from Grammy and half of one peanut butter and cheese cracker/ (Label pocket #2 Worst Case Scenario.)
Pocket 3: Dead phone. (Label pocket #3 Death.)
*Reassure yourself of the four spare pockets and rename Pocket 4:Hope, immediately name Pocket #5 “Resilience.” Transition some contents from previous pockets to new homes.
Find a good hiding place for your whole body and rest for the night. Tomorrow, has a plan to kick your ass in a prompt and swift way. You are going to have to be smart in your execution… and yeah, something may die. Hopefully it is your/my bad attitude.