At the back of the hill

Warning: If you stay here long enough you will gain weight! Grazing here strongly suggests that you are either omnivorous, or a glutton. And you might like cheese-doodles.
BTW: I'm presently searching for another person who likes cheese-doodles.
Please form a caseophilic line to the right. Thank you.

Friday, June 03, 2016

LONE WOLF. OR LONE FERRET. OR BADGER.

It is somewhat baffling that so many people are rather nice to me. Well, nowadays. When I was a lot younger I was probably much weirder than I am at present. I suspect that I have quieted down and learned how to behave in far less Aspy ways. And possibly I am more likable too.
Which is not something I planned.


Years ago I was rather full of myself. I have since then gradually come to realize that I am perhaps not destined for greatness (which I couldn't have described anyhow), and have also become more interested in people. And I've gained expertise in how not to rile folks up, or inadvertently hurt their feelings.


I just wish that growing up did not take so long.


All this would have been valuable knowledge when I was a teenager.
At which time I was much more inclined to be social, though far less adept at actually functioning as such.

Sometimes nowadays the extent of my sociability is gazing out of the window of a bakery while enjoying a hot cup of Hong Kong Style Milk Tea. Perhaps while fondling the pipe I have just finished smoking, or intend to smoke once I leave.

Having someone else there would be nice. Provided she too enjoyed pensive silences in a noisy environment, and long quiet times.
But I do not know anyone like that.



I have become sort of a codger.
Agreeable, but restrained.
No wild parties.




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1 Comments:

  • At 4:42 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I realized when I started feeling mature, I was getting the aches and pains to go along with it.

     

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