2ndclepunkbuddha

While I have taken a more liberal stance than most people in my acquisition of adventure, excitement and learning in life, one in a similar position will often times find themselves attracting unstable people.  Those who live on the edge tend to gravitate towards one another, feeding off one another's abilities and input as well as create situations that not even the most gifted of writers can create.  As I age, I have become more fond of peace and quiet as opposed to the endless noise that was once enjoyed.  One thing, however, that does not seem to ever go away, is the presence of dramatics.  There are many layers to our personalities, some things will ignite a fire and other things will not, and variables are fluid for all people.  While I am not trying to speak to nor feed into individual or group angst or paranoia, it is a disconcerting feeling to know that there are people out there who we may encounter who are unstable.  You could never know that the...

A few minutes before I left the house, I sat there on the couch wondering whether or not I wanted to actually put forth the effort and go.  I had a talk with myself.  It wasn't one of those "Don't be lazy" or "You don't feel like going out but you don't feel like staying in either" kind of talks, but wondering exactly why I was doing this.  Months ago I got an invite to go to a junior high school reunion, and I said yes to it and marked the calendar for it.  The day had at last arrived and I was sitting in front of the TV thinking "Why am I about to do this?"  Perhaps it was sunlight deprivation syndrome since it was a cloudy, rainy day it was taking place on, which was a shame since it's been an otherwise sunny summer.  Maybe I was afraid.  But what was I afraid of?  That I haven't accomplished much in life?  It wasn't quite the same as fearing going to your high school reunion, that's a separate set of circumstances (one t...