have you ever been the person to make a misstep that inevitably leads to a recurring regret? How about the guy who greets the day knowing it's going to be full of torment and antipathy without relief? This blog is for times like those, and perhaps, for people like those who need to air what err they may. I know, having a sounding board will eventually bring back all of those unfortunate memories. However, I like to think of my mistakes as practice for a life that has yet to be realized. (I'm already regretting that last sentence) That said, I will never be as grand, or as graceful, or as tactful as I suppose myself to be. Therefore, let it be known that with each and every episode I post, I'm not going to be inspired by, or transfixed on the moment to find a clear reason or learned example to imitate in ode to self-preservation. Nay-I'm looking for a bit of humor and a touch of the poignant to get on with my day. I may, from time to time, wax sentimental on the lesson to be grasped following a clusterkerfuffle that easily could have been avoided, but I have keep that to a minimum, as violins seem to play endearing, romantic lines in my conscious narrative whenever I do so.
And so, I shall begin with a quote from one of my favorite poets, Theodore Roethke: "I am nothing, but what I remember." May this serve as a reminder to you all that I reserve the right to forget and realize events in a manner that lets me read as less of a jackass or oaf, and more as a humble lad who is the star of a serial of unfortunate possibilities.
