I am, herein, expressing my opinion from my own perspective of what I did last week . It is simple but sad all the same. I have since 2010 been going to breakfast at the Waffle House in my home town, mostly every day. Now I have seen many come and many go from there. Some that I use to talk to left for good, their time card was punched and their pink slip received saying their days on earth had come to an end. I, on the other hand, have grown tired of the early rise in the morning just to go there and socialize with other old people that had to go to work, yet not able to, laugh, and pay a lot just to sit there and criticize each other just for the heck of it.
Well, last week I made the decision not to go all week. I honored myself with that decision and this morning I went to see what I had been missing and enjoying for a week. It did not take long for me to see what I had not missed. luckily, one old friend did come in and we talked a bit, he as I, do not desire the attitudes of some, so we had a great conversation and he went to the gym and I came home. I may go back on Monday just to say hello to a friend that works there and will be in at 5:45AM. Then I think I most likely call it quits and cook at home much cheaper and to my taste. No attitudes, and child play of 70 year old or older.
Last week I slept better, ate better, felt better, and just plain enjoyed myself as much as I could. I am not at the age that I have to just do the best that I can and hope it goes well with the Boss upstairs.
It’s been a week for a decision, I have now made it.
Thinking back a while, I believe that I may have overstated my eye and all of my immediate problems at the time. I am guilty of insecurities in my life. If my overstating a subject was boredom I do apologize. I have moved on, the eye is history, many other things is a history gone by. The second site is not working out well for me, it will become history very soon. I hope to be more colorful in the future, to be more articulate, and more artistic as well (if that is possible). I hope to see you down the road, I can promise a smile and a hello. I will promise no boustrophedon as that would for sure confuse me.
As I finger my keys to produce a word, relative or not, I wonder if the word is correct or not. Most of the time I say not, as I know not if I am right or not. My fingers wander over a board of keys, they seem to know where they are going and for what they are doing, I know not, so I say not as to know. At one time years past, a 120 wpm production was almost with error, today a 20 wpm production has two or three errors. Can it be that I am out of shape, that my fingers are old and losing direction, or the old mind has lost its gyros of directing the fingers?
I say not, as I know not.
I guess I have no right to complain or to be upset when I know what to expect from others. Ok here is the deal:
As I stated a few days ago about the same or similar subject in Suggestive questions, rejective decision. I hired this person to help me here at home and I have found that they have marital problems, business problems, and provocative morals none of which I need in my life. I will use them this month and I am sure I will have to either cut them way back or out completely. I have decided to help by paying some in advance for this month and that will help them a little. I am not a sugar daddy, no desire to be, nor do I have the funds for such activity.
So many suggestive questions have aggravated me by association and led me to rejective decisions.
If you are into spy stuff www.wiseupshop.com is a place, I am not really into that kind of deception.