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Sunday blog full of cheer and merriment…

I went on a date (trying to get my groove back or maybe I just misplaced it! LOL) and it was so funny how my date pointed out my text messaging style. He said I write text messages like we’re on BBM and I could not stop laughing because it’s true. This has been brought to my attention before but he seems to think my texting style is a direct result of me owning a Blackberry.
He continued to tease and asked why don’t I convey all the information in one text because I send lots of one liners. I thought that was an interesting observation.

I don’t even use BBM that often and I actually no longer have it on my phone. I told him it’s more about me trying to convey all the information to him because when I think it, I want him to know it. I don’t have time to wait and type it into one text. I’m super impatient! Next thing you know I’ve sent him an epic text. No one wants to read all of that! Personally, I LOVE to read but when someone sends me an epic text it drives me insane! Unless, of course it’s a sweet, doting text. That I can deal with! Anyway I’m off to send a bunch a one liners 😀

Resignation

Consumed by the weight of time,
Nothing consoles me.
The sound of the clock ticking off seconds,
Sounds harsh and accusatory to my ears.
Is this punishment for some past, heinous crime that I committed under the influence of you?
It burns me to know that I settled for you,
And look what you’ve done!
You’ve trapped me here in this space called nowhere.
You intend to do nothing to help me escape,
Strangely, the fault is all mine…

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Sometimes I wonder about my importance in the world and how long it would take for someone to notice I’m missing. For instance: If I leave my home this morning, I could presumably stay out all day and all night and no one would wonder about where I am. It wouldn’t necessarily be strange for no one to hear from me as there are days when I’ve gone nowhere, spoken to no one and all was well with the world. How many days in a row could I leave the house and not speak to anyone before someone wondered about me? Three days? Five days? I’m not sure but I’m alarmed that I’m not sure. What if something did happen to me? What if I were kidnapped? Taken for ransom (fat chance but work with me here)? How many days would my family wait before reporting me missing? I mean I am grown, and taken to staying out with friends or a lover every now and again and I’ve always come back in one piece but still… Perhaps I need to seek out a designated person who knows where I am all the time so in the event that I ever went missing they could have the timeline down. Isn’t that how it works on T.V?

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