Holidazed

Morning Journal
Friday 11/29/24
09:30

For me, it’s all about the “bandaged heart” emoji now.

These emotions feel weirder, tinged in holiday-washed tones, like SEPIA, but with twinklier lights everywhere. My own feelings took a hit yesterday. It’ll all work out, just like the logistics wizard in me always works things out.

I guess that’s just me. The UNSPECTACULAR QB. The Game Manager.

Also, maybe this is why I write poetry. Because way down deep inside of me, I want to be appreciated for more than my game management skills. I want someone to be MIND-BLOWN by just a short burst of words, so that, spontaneously, they go…

“What the ACTUAL fuck?!!”

All because something amazing, that was always inside me, that my day-to-day game management skills otherwise camouflaged, exploded on the page right in front of them, and they don’t know how to react to it, other than with the eyes of a child, and the vocabulary of a World War II sailor.

That’s not asking too much, is it?

Guess I’ll find out if it is or isn’t, someday very soon, because I’m about to pursue it, headlong, like Jay Leno, falling face-first down a hill. Bloody and bruised, with nothing more than a shrug and a smile for The ‘Gram. And that reaction,

“What the ACTUAL fuck?!!”

from anybody who was paying attention.

Talk to you tomorrow.