Saturday, April 16, 2016
If you know me, I rarely stand on the stump (or crap-pile) of social media and spout, spew or sputter my opinions, let alone what is really on my mind. I'm just not that kind of guy, or I wasn't, or maybe it's just that I don't think I can effectively communicate much by recycling someone else's twisted meme.
It ain't me.
I am the kind of person who thrives on positivism, and in the social media world I am branded as a "liker." You can tell who I follow by who I "like." Hearts, thumbs, smileys, they are my footprints into the lives of those with which I am intrigued.
I am a pray-er.
I will stop and pray when someone requests it. It may only be a one liner, but I can tell you, God favors the intentions of the heart. I believe it's one of my callings.
I am a creator.
My world largely exists between the asymmetrical cartilaged tools attached to the sides of my head. Orchestras dive and dip, timpani bellow and guitars scream in there. Love is spoken, hate is substantiated, and whatever touches the human heart gets identified and turned into prose. It's a loud meat-grinder sometimes in that fool head.
Here I am.
I am taking the first step to tell you, oh Ethereal Vacuum (VAC-you-um) who I is, what I be like. Let's hope I can get to the next page.