Muddled Times

These are the middle times were thoughts are muddled, hmm? I sit through summer filled with maudlin and fuzzy thoughts of now and clear thoughts of the future. How is that, and shouldn't it be the other way around?

It's very disconcerting when you know who you want to be, but you don't know how you are going to get there. You have a destination, but the paths to get there aren't just a maze. It's a terrible labyrinth that doesn't include David Bowies's crotch.

Honestly though, there are so many paths to get to where you want to be, but make the slightest misstep and you're a different person. Not necessarily a bad person, but instead of driving a Honda you have a Dodge, or you buy a Dacshund instead of a Japanese Chin. (Or a MASTIFF! Whoo!)It just amazes me how all these tiny little deviations can eventually lead up to who you are. Amazing.