Have you ever just stared in the mirror and thought: “What in the $&#*& were you thinking???” I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I can’t see the forest for the trees. I am drowning and worried about a steak dinner. There is not an ounce of anything that could cure what ails me. Everything gets on my nerve. Everything makes me want to stab it lifeless. Everything is going to hell in a handbasket. I want to become a cat lady. I want to move away and not tell a soul. I want to slap everyone silly who defies me. I have a complex. I’m perfect imperfection. I want to crush every bug I see including butterflies and fireflies. I want to send a brick through a car windshield. I want to slash tires. I want to cold-cock life right on the chin. Dead in the jaw. Uh, I’ll be fine.
Remember this? The real thing.
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