Waiting for a winnebago
Brands are just vandals with a bigger budget.
Go out on the town, and get your hands wet.
A good man has his lady’s back. A smart one watches it.
Turn up the volume. Read aloud.
Your brain’s nothing but circuits and a bulb that clicks on every now and again.
Be generally dynamic
Know it, to the letter
There it is—My Christmas present. It settles over the Earth like a muted cloak, but clear.
Silence, darkness. When I speak, friends in San Diego, Omaha, and New York hear me. When I yell, it’s Budapest. This is the tinge of loneliness every man needs at least once in life. No conversation; just one unto himself. Forced to hear it, I wait.
Being uncomfortable with silence is a sign of social weakness. This is awkward. How does one with social anxiety even speak to himself? We start with introductions:
I am a lover-
But as a lamp without a match. Awkward, reserved, but gripping the darkness, savoring the moments before dawn.
I am a telemarketer-
Foreign and repeating a tired script, selling myself on improvement. I jump with the simple thought of personal success.
I am a counselor-
No decisions will be made here. I only guide emotions and clarify facts. I have no responsibility to my patient when the hour’s over.
In fact, he never leaves.