Some people are quick to embrace friends long lost, quick to learn and use the names of new friends. I've never been that way. I'm one who stands back and waits for some sign of where we stand. I'm one who has to be approached first. I don't like to impose. I have this assumption that people don't want to meet me, that I'll be able to see the irritation on their faces, that I'll be rejected but tolerated. I don't like to feel tolerated. No one does, but some people believe the benefits outweigh the risks, some people leap. Not me. Standoffish, that's me.
This job is cold and it stinks. They fill me with ice and throw dead trout and catfish and hunks of salmon and tuna and shark steaks into me. I'm always disgusting at the end of the day when they mercifully rinse me out. The water feels warm after all that damned ice all day. At night they pull the plastic cover over me and lock me down against thieves and vandals. I can hear the waves lapping at the shore not far away, and feel the warm and cool breezes at night on this abandoned boardwalk. Nights are nice. Stand of fish, that's me.
Just playing around. That's me.
Hello, friends. How are you?
Later. Love.
P. S. - I know I just sent you there the other day, but this one by Todd Levin also cracked me up. Thanks for stopping by.
P. P. S. - Aphter: Five is up at my cogito site. Thanks again.
