I’ve been so busy, I’ve left writing started and unfinished. As usual my life is an ongoing stream of frustrations dealing with other peoples’ drama.

Honestly, people who know me well know I don’t invite craziness, but somehow I attract people who have too much drama.

Perhaps I’ve been living a too much benefit of the doubt life. I confess I used to do that a lot. But, over the last 8-9 years, especially, I’ve done a lot less of that.

I have so much self reflection going on in my mind right now. I’m trying to make sense of it, and have wanted to write about it, but my mind is stuffed so full, every idea I have is stuck inside. My mind is a new bottle of ketchup, which sucks because I know in my heart that ketchup is an abomination.

It’s 1:52 am. I hope I will get the chance to return later.