What's The Matter With You Rock?

And life keeps moving.

Every day guess what? On my way to work I pass reminders. My descansos. Different spots and places and visuals that spell it all out from then through now. All of the different places it lived and died speak to me. The whole story gets told to me again on my way to work, every morning.

I suppose though, that I could choose another route.

Ha. As if I would. This is my penance, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Tonight is different though. I left work with this ginger from my job, this saucy dude who is in my department and actually gives me a run for my money on the pool table without making me feel bad about it. I decided he's a solid citizen and that I'm glad to have him on my team. This is a big deal because I have to adore the people I work with. I know that's selfish and high-maintenance or whatever but it happens to be true.

Noteworthy: I can find a reason to adore just about anyone. I just have to feel like doing it.

But you could say that of almost anything: If I felt like doing it, it would get done.

Being driven always by desire means a few things. Most of them are trouble but occasionally there is a diamond in there. For instance

The determination required to maintain a selfishness as profound as mine is just about unmatched.



So I wonder. Could I make the whole world's best interest into my best interest?

If I could do that, we'd all be saved.

I want to learn to belly dance.

Sweet Dreams.