Two weddings and a funeral.
Actually three funerals. I've had quite an eventful Summer. So far. With any luck it'll not get any more adventuresome. My grandmother, Gordon and today, Pops.
Bob and his younger brother Adam both got married within the last month or so. Their Uncle Gordon passed a month before that. Then my grandmother passed and today I hear that Pops died. I missed the funeral but was able to get my brother to cover for me so that I could rush out and show my respects to the family. It's sad when people lose those they love.
So I hear that there is a funeral and I go. No hemming or hawing around, I just bolt. Why? I seem to be turning into some weird social butterfly. If there's a party, cookout, gathering or get-together of any sort, I'm there. A freakin' funeral and I'm there. What is this sudden desire to be around people. I've never, ever liked being around people. This is all the more odd because I'm an anti-social extrovert. Suddenly I'm social. What's the deal? It's creepy.
Oh. And I'm a monster. I mean a real, live, fire-breathing monster. I honestly don't know what made me do it. But I did it. I watched myself do it. It felt like an out-of-body moment. I couldn't stop myself and I immediately felt terrible and have had the irresistible urge to admit my guilt to anyone sorry enough to stop and speak with me. I'm a monster. A monster. Shame. I think it's shame that I feel. That and wonder. I'm amazed and wonder what I'll do next because apparently I'm capable of amazing things.
No. I'm not gonna' get into what I did. Let's just agree that I have an ... "odd" sense of humor and leave it there. I don't feel like talking about it. Not specifically anyway. Let's just say that it was most definitely one of those "You had to be there." moments. If you were then you too could have looked at me with googled eyes wondering what had snapped and if I was dangerous or just plain weird.
It was okay. It was. Okay. Really. It was. I immediately made amends. Everyone knows that I'm a real sweetheart. I am. (I am TOO!) Which, of course, only make my sudden evil turn all the more shocking. O. My. Gosh. I don't know what came over me.
Alright! I'll tell you but you have to promise not to tell anyone else. You have to really promise and really mean it. Okay? pinkie-swear? ... I scared a baby. Well, a one year old but still. I scared a baby but it was an accident. Sort of. Or a momentary lapse of any sort of human decency. KID'S LOVE ME! Kids and animals. I'm talking, LOVE here! They do. Well, normally.
I'm so ashamed.
Boo.
Bob and his younger brother Adam both got married within the last month or so. Their Uncle Gordon passed a month before that. Then my grandmother passed and today I hear that Pops died. I missed the funeral but was able to get my brother to cover for me so that I could rush out and show my respects to the family. It's sad when people lose those they love.
So I hear that there is a funeral and I go. No hemming or hawing around, I just bolt. Why? I seem to be turning into some weird social butterfly. If there's a party, cookout, gathering or get-together of any sort, I'm there. A freakin' funeral and I'm there. What is this sudden desire to be around people. I've never, ever liked being around people. This is all the more odd because I'm an anti-social extrovert. Suddenly I'm social. What's the deal? It's creepy.
Oh. And I'm a monster. I mean a real, live, fire-breathing monster. I honestly don't know what made me do it. But I did it. I watched myself do it. It felt like an out-of-body moment. I couldn't stop myself and I immediately felt terrible and have had the irresistible urge to admit my guilt to anyone sorry enough to stop and speak with me. I'm a monster. A monster. Shame. I think it's shame that I feel. That and wonder. I'm amazed and wonder what I'll do next because apparently I'm capable of amazing things.
No. I'm not gonna' get into what I did. Let's just agree that I have an ... "odd" sense of humor and leave it there. I don't feel like talking about it. Not specifically anyway. Let's just say that it was most definitely one of those "You had to be there." moments. If you were then you too could have looked at me with googled eyes wondering what had snapped and if I was dangerous or just plain weird.
It was okay. It was. Okay. Really. It was. I immediately made amends. Everyone knows that I'm a real sweetheart. I am. (I am TOO!) Which, of course, only make my sudden evil turn all the more shocking. O. My. Gosh. I don't know what came over me.
Alright! I'll tell you but you have to promise not to tell anyone else. You have to really promise and really mean it. Okay? pinkie-swear? ... I scared a baby. Well, a one year old but still. I scared a baby but it was an accident. Sort of. Or a momentary lapse of any sort of human decency. KID'S LOVE ME! Kids and animals. I'm talking, LOVE here! They do. Well, normally.
I'm so ashamed.
Boo.
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