Have you ever found yourself on the listening end of a conversation when the only responses your brain can seem to articulate is something along the lines of , “uh (pause) huh”, “Well…” or, “(long) O (pause) kay”? You struggle to relate to what is being said, or you misread the context because, I don’t know, maybe the context is missing. Your tongue trips over the complexity of single syllables and conjunctions are the only pronounceable elements that stand between you and drooling.

It’s like that, only I’m the speaker.

Rather than subject anyone to the uncomfortableness of obligatory interaction, I’ve opted for claustrophobia, even thought it gets crowded in my head. At this point, I am seriously boring myself. There is nothing of importance here, just details, tedium and a laundry list of chores. Too inconsequential to mention, too heavy to forget, and too thankless to delegate successfully….and then there is the irony of remembering there was a time I looked foreword to being an adult. Breaking the boundaries of discipline, staying awake past midnight, doing things I wanted to do only I am mired in my own inertia.

H20
Enamel paint on old rusted sign
13″ X 22″