Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Yosemite and Friends Sortin' Out Knotted Guts and Disquieting Self Flagelations

Whud-a-ya git if you cross...Good Ol' Coyote bustin' Yosemite Sam...

With that lovely and serene spirited critter... the Tasmanian Devil???



It's not a cross that a lot of people conceive as a blueprint rising out of a well considered plan... and lacks the expectation of yielding much of a harmonious outcome..

Annnnnd... Some might say... what you're likely to get is...

... A bald headed, puss gut, Motorcycle ridin', Mountain Cowboy with a bad attitude!

... who's been known on occasion to do things that make no damned sense to normal, civilized people...

... just to see what happens... and to poke the dang Devil in the butt with a sharp stick... just to make that varmint howl!

Yeah well... normal... and civilized, are generally not words used much when describing yours truly... fact is, most aren't really sure I'm even house broke.

Thing is... and I've been contemplatin' it a considerable amount of late... the surest way to get your shorts in a knot is to try to stuff your size nine foot into the size six boot of somebody else...

... cuz something twisted your brain into thinkin' bein' like them was a good idea.

Only thing is... You don't fit inside their hide... and they don't fit inside yours.

Nope... just take who you are... and shine that individual up to be the best damned off-the-wall, straight and plain, Loco Whack Job you can be! If a loco whack job is who you are! Be damned proud of your Loco!!! Bein' YOU is the best and proper use of what you have.

Tryin' to be what you ain't in some attempt to quiet all those people squallin' about what you coulda been... is a blueprint for a machine that does nothin'. And doin' what you don't want to be doin'... because "somebody" told you it's the right thing to do... even though it rots your guts and liver... is just plain dumb...

It's like sitting a race horse down in an office cubicle and tellin' it to organize the warehouse records.

It not only ain't gonna happen... it's a tee total waste of the built in talents that critter has.

I'm thinkin' that most of the potholes along the way, come along as a problem... cuz too much time, energy and the soul filling spirit of life is wasted... pouring it down the hole of goin' along to get along... leavin' ya with too little to deal with what would have been no big deal in the first place...

Nah... I think the best choice is to just smile and nod at all those folks droning on about how they know your proper path better than you do... and just go on about those things that put a jiggle in your wiggle... and see how many folks you can make howl with your shenanigans along the way...

Yes sir... do what makes sense to you. Even if it makes not one bit of sense to anybody else... This world desperately needs a few more Free Spirits.

Just Sayin'...

Brian

1 comment:

martin said...

At this point it's probably your best shot at happiness, so go for it man, and good luck to you!