The Magical Pull

So let's put it this way.

It’s like when you go on a really wonderful holiday--experiencing the best food, comfortable bedding and pillows, clean bathrooms, 5 star entertainment and in the bestest, funnest company of people.

And suddenly the holiday ends and you have to go back to that drab lifestyle of long hours of work, people pulling stay-outa-my-way faces and horrors of all horrors, stranded in the middle of nowhere. I mean, you know, metaphorically speaking, IF.

You’d think that I’m fairly accustomed to the jungle ways and I am, just that I refuse to CONFORM. By this I mean conforming to ways of certain groups, certain opinions, certain rules. I refuse. The best advice I ever heard is to NOT LOSE YOURSELF.

I SHALL NOT BE UNHAPPY DAMN IT.

That said, I still miss home and that concrete jungle.