The Secret of Manic Monday

“When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us” ~ Oscar Wilde

“I know now that human beings are creatures of awareness, involved in an evolutionary journey of awareness, beings indeed unknown to themselves, filled to the brim with incredible resources that are never used.” ~ Carlos Castaneda

Where to start? Coffee all gone. Cat in deep sleep. Dawn beginning. I feel groggy but not groggy. I guess I could go either way with it. But it is Monday, and on Mondays I am nearly always obliged to be essential to society. Mask on, gloves on. Good humor on, compassion on – as much as possible. I guess I feel some compassion for folks all knotted up in conspiracy theories. But mostly it just pisses me off. Makes me want to launch into a tsunami of pedantic persuasion, whether or not said persuasion is successful or not. And sometimes I struggle to not see these theorists as holding on to blankies and teddy bears. It’s a scary world out there – today more than ever. Yeh, I feel powerless and insecure at times as well. But I do not want it to be all the time. That just ain’t logical, nor does it make self-love likely. Nuff said. Business has been very busy at my venue of gainful employment. Exhaustingly so. But it’s all life. Isn’t it? Yeh, that’s what I say. Yesterday I wrote of tharn, that deer in the headlights phenom. It’s humming along not far below the surface today. I guess I could blame it on the Chinese or the Bilderbergs, or even David Ickes. But not today. Think of the artist sometimes known as Prince, and the Bangles, singing “Manic Monday”, then note that that is Manic Monday at the dispensary, which means 15% off . I’ve got a Manic Monday of my own to deal with. Sometimes things just all blend together. My blend is just like Mr. Wilde’s opening quote. My secret is not The Secret. Just sayin’, k? Onward.

All is well. Goof gloriously.

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