I was told the other day that the only reason why I wanted something to work out was because I can't stand the thought of looking like I had failed, not because of the actual failing.
My first thought was shock, then it traveled through hurt and ended up somewhere in anger with no directions on how to get out. I have to admit, I have a horrible temper, I have lots of faults ( don't we all?) Even though this comment really hurt, the anger subsided and has caused me to look deeper into my own swiss cheese of a head. Somebody Someday.
So my journey begins, travel with me if you dare...


I go deep into my mind...
....deeper.....through the cerebrum.... past the thalamus.......
Hello Mr. Hypothalamus (He controls my hormones and triggers me to wake up) He seems to be sleeping with a "tent pitched." Hmm.. that explains why I have a hard time waking up and I am always horny....it appears that Mr. Hypothalamus is a lazy and perverted bastard....
traveling deeper...
Ugg Me want cheese, me like cheese, me love cheese... whoops back up a little... my primitive brain seems to like cheese....
and we arrive..
I am sure that my brain is just like anyone
else's... maybe a few less cells, but oh was the time worth the loss of those guys. I spend a moment replaying taps in my mind and bowing my head. For those glorious cells gave the ultimate sacrifice so that others could have such wonderful memories....
Fair Winds and Following Seas my
matey's..