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I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, then I realised it was just the on-coming train.
What could I do?
I just stood there, like Wile E. Coyote (super-genius), lookin’ kinda sheepish and opened my umbrella.
I feel like all the Salieris of the world. Sure I may write and draw a thing or two, but will be forgotten in a generation or two, if I am lucky. I’d like to leave some kinda legacy behind, but I am more realistic than that. Maybe my nieces will tell stories about me to their children. Perhaps this will stay online forever. No way, who am I kidding…….
I think just the ring from my grandfather will survive a few generations. I hope no Jewellery Buyers will get it. God knows I’ve given enough money to pawnbrokers. I hope they don’t get their claws on my things. Then again, I’ll be dead, so I won’t care either way.
I’m no genius, let alone a super-genius. There are probably billions of folks in my state, billions better off and billions worse off. So there I am, stuck in the middle with no-one. All hail mediocrity!!!!!! After all, that’s the tie that binds all humanity together. Most people wouldn’t like to be the person that’s the worst off, but I think it would be worse to be the best. I mean, when you get to be the pinnacle, there is nowhere else to go but down. Who wants that. I ask you.
So I say proudly, (say it with me) “I AM MEDIOCRE AND DAMN IT, I’M GLAD!!!!”
That’s my story and I am sticking to it.
I sprained my ankle the other day. It hurts like the Dickens. Am trying to walk like a person again. I guess that’s a misnomer. I am trying not to walk like Quasimodo on a bad day. “Sanctuary!!!!!” I other news, my hamster, Moe, is becoming more like a normal relaxed hamster, though, truth be told she still likes my nieces more than me. Maybe that IS normal. I like them better, myself. A poor yardstick of normalcy, I’m sure, but one works with what one has, no?
Well, that’s it for now. Inane, I know, but I have to type or else, I’d go mad…
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy…..