Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. I never got that one. It makes it sound like angels are penguins or emus, you know, big wings but flightless. I think the saying is supposed to be a stronger version of look before you leap because otherwise it’s saying be a chickenshit like angels; sure they kill people all the fucking time and are scarey, but they tiptoe to the task.
Um, maybe it’s where angels fear to go. I don’t know. I refuse to look it up. I say that a lot, sometimes with an excuse, mostly “ that’s like cheating”. I did do a whole twenty seconds of research for a flash the other day. I was drawing a blank on the name of parts of keys. Oddly enough a google search for Key Parts goes directly to parts of keys. You’d expect hilarity to ensue, but no.
Do the moderately intelligent walk briskly where angels fear to tread? Do the above average saunter into no angel treading zones? The line between brave and foolish is thin enough without wondering is the brave rush in where only timid angels don’t like treading.
I would declare that I’m officially out of ideas but shit that happened a long time ago. I continue to type where angels crumple paper and cuss.
Weird day today. I’m a little surprised that I don’t have a strong opinion on whether to continue seeing the shrink or not. I said shit today that would be cathartic if I haven’t said a hundred times, like, to you guys. With like ten minutes left I brought up Sunny and Levi, it was pertinent to a different discussion. I gave him the five minute version and laughed a bit at the idea that I had a version under two hours.
Not only did he give me the sad, concerned empathetic face and say “You’ve experienced great loss” but he asked if I remember any happy times. I was tempted to be a smart ass and talk about happy Levi times. He wound up making the fifty minute hour an hour. I’m not saying all that shit isn’t on my mind, it’s just more resolved than other shit. I really was getting at something else, but was kind of moved that dude broke protocol. I could be bitchy and use it as an excuse to stop going. But I don’t feel bitchy about it.
What I don’t want to do, and I know me, is tell shocking sunny stories. I mean I like shocking people. It’s not productive, and I’m holding out a bit of hope. If there were a question I needed answering involving her itd be more of a continuum of failed relationships. Yeah, I know, I’m the hero in most of those stories, but that’s probably not entirely true and the only common denominator in the continuum is me, so, you know. Selling my house for smack money and killing my dog, that was all on her. Becoming a lesbian, eventually, that was all on the seahag. There was shit in between. I sure would like to quit fucking up.
Old joke, but I think the last time I told it I assumed everyone knew it and just told the punchline, so here —
A man and his wife are in couples counseling. The women tells the counselor a summery of what is wrong with their sex life.
“He never lets me on top and, um, he won’t go down on me.”
The counselor asks the man why.
“I was with my father in the hospital when he died. He pulled me in close to give me his last words of advice. ‘Son,’ he croaked ‘Always keep your nose clean and never fuck up’”
I used to think the joke was funny. I mean I’ve heard it too many times to snicker at it.
That’s probably all I’ve got.
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