At 1449, the Squirrel meant to text his wifey. After saying prayers/singing music to the SHJ and IMH at 1519, I texted a reply “Haha! Duh! Wrong person!” My bad!
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I now realize the meaning of “keeping in touch”. While sitting here in front of my primary computer (Windows 7), upstairs on the hard/padded steel/folding chair, under the warmth of sunshine filtering through opened window and past wooden blinds to my right and upon my highlighted “blond ambition” hair, I feel disconnected not communicating with both the Boss and his Mom. These two mysterious people are like my second skin – the roughened reptilian thickness that is difficult to shed, let alone, to figure out.
It’s only been less the 24 hours since texting her and I’m wondering if she received my “thoughts” to just drop-it/don’t bother calling me/don’t worry because I’m a bad girl who will show up next week or maybe tomorrow if y’all still “really” need me! NOT! Besides, it’s none of my problem as a volunteer, who is an outsider orbiting the group/stranger looking inside for fun as support, not “supot” (a Filipino word for “bag” or an analogous imagery meaning “sack”!) Bahaha!
It’s been one-half week between seeing and texting the Boss. Now, really, that’s what happens when people appear to work VERY well together – cooties! That’s right! Things could get too personal. Humor me, freaks! But it’s okay because we’re all artistically weird with problems of our own. Hopefully, as Christians we could learn NOT to pass judgement so quickly/harshly and forgive just as easily like farts/burps/hot air.
I think that’s why I’m feeling worn-down/sleepy. I got too involved emotionally/passionately on something that I thought that I was REALLY good/loved at heart – music! Bahaha! Whatever. Again, I better just enjoy the ride and do my best NOT to mess up the parishioners worshiping the invisible god/goddess/graven images. It’s not worth troubling myself over since I may NOT stay long. It’s getting rather “boring”. Yawn! My bad! As a creative soul, I can create stuff and over flourish the essence of my writing.
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