So, … To Show Avicii I Was Cool

I have been writing some entries on my phone and everything looks okay.  Then I hit publish.  Then I go to view and there is no spacing.  Drives me batty.

Which is why I am going it old school … as in desktop.

I am in a reminiscing mood.  I was thinking about a friend who wrote a very special note to me to commemorate our graduation.  I do not remember the exact words but I thought it could have been in my yearbook.  I could not remember which year though so I looked at all of them and cannot find it.  More driving me batty.

Then I read a comment on my V/R post about passing notes.  Ah ha! I think maybe her words are in a hand written letter.  You see back in the olden days people wrote letters to each other. Shocking I know.  But true!!

If B was not asleep, I’d go into our closet and into my trunk and get my box of letters. I am a pack rat extraordinaire but not as much as before the incident because after that happened, I went minimalist.  If I saved something you know it was very special.

My friend was super creative, smart, and funny.  I miss her bunches.  The words she wrote over 35 years ago capture my thoughts this night almost exactly.  Damn I wish I could find it.

Something about being my fists to kick some ass and being my ears to listen to my secrets.  So very poetic and deep.  Well as deep as a teenager might be.  I am exploding with secrets y’all and I fear I might burst. But I want to keep them to myself. But I don’t.  But I do.  But I don’t. But I do.

Damn I feel better.  Forget shake it off.  Just write it out.

Not sure if it was the writing that helped or maybe the pill I took in Ibiza is finally kicking in?  No worries either way.  Both are prescribed.

As always, more to come.

P.S. I wonder if anyone will understand my title.  My own attempts at creativity. Plus I needed to rid myself of the Mike Posner ear worm.

So, … V/R

Now that I have captured your attention, let’s play a game. Not as in Mathew Broderick War Games but a game just the same.

Nevermind. This is going nowhere. Rabbit 🐇 hole or rat 🐀 hole alert. I’m going to try to land the ✈️ though.

Society is acronym happy these days. I just learned what FOMO means. And there’s a boat load more. IMO, BTW, SMH, FML, BRB, WTH, FINE and so on and so forth. The mister pipes up SNAFU as I’m making this list. He claims it’s the original and the only. He’s been watching too much Full Metal Jacket. He could be right though because that goes back to 1944.

Land the plane J-Dub. I hear you and I’m trying. Back to V/R. I first saw V/R in the valediction of an email. I thought it was a typo. Or worse I thought it was like using regards. Maybe you’ve seen that article floating around about how regards really means you’re a jack ass and sincerely means FU. But I paraphrase. And I jest.

Anywho. Anyone here know what V/R means? Well I’ll tell you. It means Very Respectfully. Ha! And not in a snarky way. And I’m borrowing. The person who uses V/R has to communicate with all levels of the company. Adding V/R is a class act to IMO. I joked that I was disappointed, I thought I was special and the only one worthy of his V/R. To which he quipped, well you are special and worthy! Everybody is!

Awww. Nice guy award. Made my day after such a crappy start. Now we can cue music. The bird is on the ground. If you’ve made it this far, you deserve a prize.

As always more to come.

#1linerWeds. 7/11/18

Time for #1linerWeds.  Yippee!  I need to get out of my current head space which is Errrrrrgh!!!!!! You’d be pissed too if you were lied to on the regular.  Anyhoo, I digress.  No time for complaining.

Every morning as I drive to work, I pass an old school billboard.  Not a new fancy electronic rolling sign but the classic high in the sky message.  I’d love to get a picture of it but I don’t want to cause a wreck with my distracted driving.   Bad enough that I look to read the words each day as I am changing lanes to merge onto the interstate.  For the two seconds that I am even on the interstate.

I’ve have toyed with the idea of taking a walking tour around the area to snap pictures of the billboard and other assorted murals.  There is a treasure trove out there waiting to be captured on “film”.  That is my loose connection to Linda’s mention of ghost in pictures.

Now without further ado, here is the message:

Fear is contagious but so is hope.  Optimism is within you.

Hopefully optimism will find its’ way back to me.  The alternative is exhausting.

As always, more to come.