sicpowered

ive been so heavy with the gift of gab of late, that i'm thinkin i'm in word debt. Buying ahead of schedule to bring long fast and ridiculous passages of wild and useless opinions, observations, jokes. A performance every minute, every line another trail of bullshit, however humorously rendered, however delightful it may seem. at the end of the night it takes a clever person to have at the least followed it all, but more so to call me on my own trappings, and then summarily challenge me to break them. yes, this happened, no i did not rise to said challenge. i'm not even too good at rising to the challenges i set for myself, much less that others put before me. i said i was going to cocoon more and socialize less. i've said many things, both true and not, some smart, some not. the whys and wherefors are not important it seems. So it is....

you get what you pay for, you pay for what you get

laundry is done, work tomorrow, chores and petty trials and games are behind me for the day. i am reminded there are precious few mistakes, only choices made. Made for reasons both known and more subtle than can be reckoned at a glance. or explained in a phrase, over a pint. things work slower in real life, many long minutes for what seconds we enjoy.

question: how much past should we consider when making a choice?