There are Angels on my Shoulders

...and they're laughing at me.
The dawning of another week brings optimism like the last brought. What are you going to do this weekend; Are you doing something Thursday night? Each one may bring the next chapter, or they could spell another let down from it. I am starting to believe in the theory that if you don't have expectations, you're never dissatisfied. It's not unlike myself to hype up an event to the point that if things don't go as I wish, I'm not happy. For instance, at my old job, my boss joked about going to Las Vegas on a Friday, and coming back to work on Saturday morning. I said why not, what else am I going to do. I learned quickly it was all talk. Since, I stopped listening to what they had to say when it came to making plans. By the way, I lived in Florida at the time. If nothing else, South Carolina has taught me patience. From the two hour bicycle commute to work, to the trains that stop you every morning, to my job, to my car in the shop. I am slowly learning of my hero's trial. In keeping tradition with optimism, I am excited for nothing. I am twiddling my thumbs in earnest for something to come along. If I knew what that was, it wouldn't be worth it.

This gift is my curse for now.
Current Music - inkwell