Ah.....Sitting at my favorite coffee shop in Jackson - otherwise known as Prison City - Michigan. There's a cute lil' country gal playin' some music. She sounds good; Jewel influenced I'm sure, but not certain of other sounds. I'm not much a country person. Bluegrass perhaps, and Rockabilly, but that's leaning away from strict country.
Gonna be in a wedding in a couple weekends. And as one of the groom's men, I'll be donning a kilt. Now....to be traditional or not; to go commando or not. Probably will, but 'tis a funny thought.
And though I'm happy (and honored) to be part of my friends' joyous celebration, I am oddly uncomfortable with it. Not sure exactly why, but I feel awkward.I've never been part of this type thing and it seems so much a thing for an older person. Which brings up an interesting topic.....
Come July 5th, my ass will turn 30 (as opposed to the rest of me not being 30). Which doesn't frighten me, but I have odd feelings about it. It seems major, but not at the same time. Part of me is a perpetual student of Seussian philosophies.
Dr. Seuss said...."Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them." I can't exactly related to this; not wholly anyway. I don't feel like an adult. Then again, I don't know what age I feel like exactly. Part of me is still in odd childlike wonder at a great so many things. I can stare at clouds for a time. I hate sleeping until I pass out. I enjoy the company of younger people (which presents another problem I'll cover shortly). I still love Roller Coasters and loud rock shows and so on and so forth.
Oh...I'm aware of responsibilities that I now must concern myself with, but I don't feel old. Not yet....
Problem addressed earlier: There is a young lady I've grown to....appreciate. I'd say feel attracted to, but I feel a bit wrong. Is she legal? Yes. But she's a few months shy of 11 months younger than I am. Sure, in a few years, it won't seem wrong, but at the moment I feel wrong.
Lovely beast isn't she? She and I have made quick friends, but I feel wrong. I haven't attempted to make it any more than it is, and I've not put myself in a position that would be unseemly, but I'm beginning to feel a bit odd that I can't find someone my own age that is as appealing and interesting as she.
Awkward......I feel that my mind is without depth sometimes. And I feel like I'm losing the ability to put my thoughts to written word. I'll end this now. For the time being anyways.......
Much Love and Many Good Wishes People......
Andy Beau Jangles
P.S. I meant to share this in the main bulk of my blog, however, I'm a bit too lazy to restructure the whole damn thing. Instead, I share it here:
Wonders when sometimes making a wise choice (if it's wise) is really just cowardice in disguise. You feel something is wrong, so you don't act, but then wonder if it was just fear that kept you still and used prudence as a cloak under which to hide.
Gonna be in a wedding in a couple weekends. And as one of the groom's men, I'll be donning a kilt. Now....to be traditional or not; to go commando or not. Probably will, but 'tis a funny thought.
And though I'm happy (and honored) to be part of my friends' joyous celebration, I am oddly uncomfortable with it. Not sure exactly why, but I feel awkward.I've never been part of this type thing and it seems so much a thing for an older person. Which brings up an interesting topic.....
Come July 5th, my ass will turn 30 (as opposed to the rest of me not being 30). Which doesn't frighten me, but I have odd feelings about it. It seems major, but not at the same time. Part of me is a perpetual student of Seussian philosophies.
Dr. Seuss said...."Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them." I can't exactly related to this; not wholly anyway. I don't feel like an adult. Then again, I don't know what age I feel like exactly. Part of me is still in odd childlike wonder at a great so many things. I can stare at clouds for a time. I hate sleeping until I pass out. I enjoy the company of younger people (which presents another problem I'll cover shortly). I still love Roller Coasters and loud rock shows and so on and so forth.
Oh...I'm aware of responsibilities that I now must concern myself with, but I don't feel old. Not yet....
Problem addressed earlier: There is a young lady I've grown to....appreciate. I'd say feel attracted to, but I feel a bit wrong. Is she legal? Yes. But she's a few months shy of 11 months younger than I am. Sure, in a few years, it won't seem wrong, but at the moment I feel wrong.
Lovely beast isn't she? She and I have made quick friends, but I feel wrong. I haven't attempted to make it any more than it is, and I've not put myself in a position that would be unseemly, but I'm beginning to feel a bit odd that I can't find someone my own age that is as appealing and interesting as she.
Awkward......I feel that my mind is without depth sometimes. And I feel like I'm losing the ability to put my thoughts to written word. I'll end this now. For the time being anyways.......
Much Love and Many Good Wishes People......
Andy Beau Jangles
P.S. I meant to share this in the main bulk of my blog, however, I'm a bit too lazy to restructure the whole damn thing. Instead, I share it here:
Wonders when sometimes making a wise choice (if it's wise) is really just cowardice in disguise. You feel something is wrong, so you don't act, but then wonder if it was just fear that kept you still and used prudence as a cloak under which to hide.
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kaley:
Well perhaps next year I will make that happen!!
Well perhaps next year I will make that happen!!
rambo:
Haha, I just posted it yesterday! You didn't miss too much...
