And Some Days...

... you find yourself cooking stew over a fire of wet wood whilst dodging hail, practicing kendo and wondering about the meaning of faith. You take a pause to shower and then attend a Jewish wedding and marvel at the energy behind the party. Later in the day you'll turn down an invitation to any orgy because you're just not in the correct psychological space.

When your mother warned you there'd be those days, this wasn't what she meant.

1 comment:

julie said...

If there is a correct psychological space for that sort of nonsense, I'm not sure I'd want to be in it.