At Least They're Committed

JESUS! While it’s true ‘I don’t talk so good’ in general — which makes me a prime candidate for a desk job, which fortunately I have — I admit I stumble over words more when we’re alone and I feel I need to fill space. This is not so much because I’m self-conscious, rather it is because I’m occasionally taken aback by the words that fall from my lips.  For some reason I tend to forget my place in this universe and Playful Tripping Raul comes, well, tripping out. Then I’ve said too much and I start to pull back and it’s too late and you always say, ‘Huh?’ and then I attempt to rephrase my statement to be slightly more if not entirely appropriate for the designated social structure, even though I’m fairly certain you heard me the first time and are only buying time.

Of course, whether or not a statement is appropriate does in some instances hinge upon whether or not you’re here: I always assume you are not while looking for signs that maybe you are. I haven’t seen any indication to the positive as of late, which would mean that, as I suspected, I’m totally full of shit.

Definitely a new one, but I’m rather enjoying the ride even if it is all in my mind.