A Mission In Life

I’ve decided that since I must grow old I should at least continue to bring laughter and enjoyment to every one I can. On Tuesday I ranted and raved to my “Christina Agulara Doll” about my turning into an old man. She thought it was one of the funniest things she had ever seen. I think the part that put her over the edge was when I had run out of words and just stood there. A far away look in my eyes. Lower lip trembling. Holy cow that’s the worst Haiku ever written. If I take nothing out of today’s experience I can at least be proud that I have butchered one of the most beautiful forms of poetry ever.

The day of my birth
The swift passage of time
Lower lip trembles

For a signed copy (photo copy) of my book (page) of Haiku’s send a naked picture of yourself to… Oh hell if you don’t know this is joke yet I don’t want to see you naked. I don’t need to because I already watch you while you sleep.

I love my wander down the lane that is a Blog. Ok so back to my subject. Everyone I’ve talked to about my reaching my mid life and having a mid life crisis has walked away much happier about their lives. I can’t believe it but I think I make a difference in the world. I make the lives of those around me just a little more bearable. And I don’t even charge for the service. I’m a freaking humanitarian. I deserve a noble prize. Look at people like Mother Teresa and such. All they did is make you feel bad about your life because compared to them you were a more selfish and self-indulgent person then Hitler. I make people feel like gods. And yes that’s little G gods. I don’t want to step on anybody’s toes up there.

Yesterday I sat a rocked in my office here at work for about a half an hour, the day before I only did it for fifteen minutes. Since I seem to be doubling the amount of time I spend at work in the fetal position, today I will get a full hour of weeping in. That has to be good for you. Off to Weep.
Later