Rules

We live by rules. We can't function without them no matter how much we may lie to ourselves. We all go about saying that we live how we want but most of us just want to be regular folk living life. That's called a society, civilized living. And to do that we establish rules.

I have rules. Before Gibb's spoke it on NCIS I have always carried a knife. That has been an unspoken Rule #1 for me for years. I've had a knife since I was eight or nine years old. Boys don't get to do that anymore, have a knife at that age. We've moved beyond that, away from that, somehow. I think it's sad. Boys will be boys isn't even a true saying anymore. They aren't allowed to be.

I don't let people waste my time either. That's another rule. It non negotiable. You can never get your time back. If I can help it at all I am efficient with my time. Although, since I'm probably the only one reading this, I may have wasted it here. Maybe not. This is therapeutic for me. Writing down what comes into my head.

Today was a hard day. Short enough, but irritating to an extent that just had me so worked up I couldn't stand it.

I enjoy working. Doesn't matter what the job is, as long as I'm happy and can provide, I'm good. I make a little progress everyday with people I have to work around. Some I have just fallen in with from the start and I really like that. Who wouldn't? It's hard to explain. We are close, but not too personal? Friends, but something more? Something less? I don't know.

BIG RULE.

Rudeness will not be tolerated. I cannot abide rudeness. You have to be respectful of people if you're around me. I'll call you out as sure as I would one of my children. Everyone deserves respect until they show that they don't.

I always try to make sure that I leave a little more with a person than I take. Friends come and friends go. Some will love me always and some will hate me, always. That's how it is and some things weren't meant to last long, some are.

I have friends all over the world. I know doors I can knock on and be welcomed in like not even a minute has passed when in fact it has been decades. It's nice to carry a history of people and feelings like that in your heart. It's nice to know they are out there.

Anyway, where was I going with this?

I don't know.

As Joel Secrest used to say, God rest his soul, "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP! Tomorrow's Friday."

I can get behind that.

Thanks for your time. It's precious, you know?

Don't waste it reading my drivel.

4.2 miles today. Still walkin'.