One day when I wasn’t paying attention things changed.
With little or no explanation, a large group of people decided to embrace a crisis of chaos.
Like a bystander lighting a wooden match and watching it exhaust itself.
Then another, and yet, still another.
Never noticing how close to the gasoline they were, or how even a used up match could still ignite a conflagration.
Never a consequence conceived within the action, but an automaton bent on all the innate ills of the turmoil caused by the certainty that only paranoia can provide.
Juicy secrets rolled around in a dark perspective and seemingly rational, just for a moment.
Then, though, comes the fear derived of being discovered for pandering to such nonsense.
Stranded in a painted corner, with one’s hand gripping tightly to the wet brush.
Nowhere to go.
Just waiting for the paint to dry, so then a leap can be made to the next hurtful idea.
One day when I wasn’t paying attention things changed.
The rational world fell prey to narcissists that refused to admit the hideous nature of their reflection.
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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Great post Chris
Thank you, Stephen