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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
I've Had Enough of Just Passing By Life
It can be sad.
Feeling this way recently, I decided it was important that I immerse myself in life again.
Thus emboldened, I betook myself to my trusty neighborhood watering hole. Because of the hour of the day, I expected to see only a handful of patrons, some of whom I might know. I did not expect to walk into a raucous crowd of merrymakers reducing the available real-estate to a stool or two in the back of the joint.
And I knew these partyers. I knew them by name which means I had known them long enough to have memorized their noms de bar.
And I realized I know a lot of people, and these people I know are crazy!
I held on for an amount of time that would not have characterized my leaving as a hasty retreat, but I was cognizant while I was there that I was missing my sad old man-cave and its solitude, its seclusion.
The parade may be passing me by, all right, but somebody’s got to stand there on the street and watch it.