Why She Left
March 22nd, 2016
I am at a coffee shop in Houston called Siphon. . .and this is my first attempt to post to Tumblr as a matter of course, instead of in my journal.  I have mixed feelings about this idea. . .On one hand, the handwritten record - it’s so real, immediate, private --- it is truly a historical document, a relic of life as you live it and write it!  -- And yet simultaneously, I often find my diary impossible to read (can’t decipher my own scrawl!), and impossible to share.
But some things aren’t meant to be shared! Â
I have to believe this -- some things are meant to happen just to you and be reported to the rest.  But I suppose. . .that’s sharing?  Oh what do I know? I think my point is not every thought has to be shared, but the danger is -- what if the world would be a better place if just one person’s thoughts were shared in full?
Mine?
All my actions heretofore judged by family and friends as mysterious and intolerable would suddenly have a paper trail ON THIS BLOG. Â The underlying thought patterns contributing to any troubling course of behavior would be documented here. Â
She rose abruptly from their conversation with a strange look on her face. The nice man, in the moment understandably surprised by the abruptness of her departure, would go to her MindBlog archive later and shake his head in dismay. Â A beautiful lady; horrible diarrhea. Â Of a type surpassing both explanation and hope for rescue.
On that note, folks, let’s put the Mex in Texas! See ya in the ladies’ room!
Muah,
Chairmeowww
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