Triggered. Prompted. Prompted. Triggered. Letting yourself “Go”.

Throwing yourself at another.

Any which way and loose.

Boundaries left someone on the back back or back side of another down the road, up the road.

Not sure.

Cuz’

I forgot.

Where I came from.

What I believe.

Who I believe and all that other good stuff that goes along with that. Or this.

Or you.

Or Him.

The “Big Guy”….. Open to interpretation and a grave worry is that the little voices that whisper or scream: “My God, My God, How did we get here”. All the talking heads with so much to say, not saying much of substance, yet the substance abuse is carried on and on and on and on. We may if, we are brave enough to, ask: is this the very best we “got” way to behave—how we got here. Or there. Not quite sure.

Because, there are too many heads vying for space in the office, too many cooks in the kitchen-and

(Things have been a bit “fried” as of late.)

Pardon me whilst I elbow aside the competition for a moment or moments. I got work to do. Work on you. There are many times in life we can aim and shoot.

One eye closed.

One eye open.

Pretending we cannot see what is or may be on the other side….

I got work to do on you.

But.Not on me. Myself.

Will the crazy, prompted trigger happy one please, PLEASE step forward and save some of the rest of us the misery of trying to figure it all out for you….in this lifetime at least. And. Please. PLEASE, can we “STOP IT” (lk) when say it is

“For the children”.

Conventional wisdom will eventually hold us all accountable. Conventional wisdom has whispered in our ears and has probably sternly explained to us that ship has sailed—long ago. We are up the creek without a paddle. Opportunities won, opportunities lost.

You made a choice. Perhaps. Acted on your choice. And are living the consequences of your actions “baby.”

Your baby.

The price and costs between the crazy-filled nuances of prompts and triggers stand at the ready.

Will you be ready.

Will you be prepared.

Were you ready.

Were you prepared.

Or simply throw yourself and all caution to the wind. Because and often

”The answer is there…”

Where?

Blowin’ in the wind.

And then you are not responsible because it becomes “An act of God”

Never, never ends.

The truth is never, ever lost though.

Not on me. Not in this lifetime anyway.

”They” don’t call it “The year of the cat” for nothing…….

But boy of boy can it turn into “something”……..A big something. A never say never something.

There is a big difference between the concept of hey, just don’t quit and hey, it is time to quit.

A very big difference.

Short of tying one’s hands behind one’s back, (Prefer not to know your personal business anyway) It is a strong self who can reign in the tendencies without constantly feeling the need or desire to

“Share” them with the world.

We all got stuff we’d love to sell. No. No. No. not that stuff, or that stuff. The strong will survive. Not necessarily the fittest nowadays. If ya can’t touch it, it doesn’t exist.

I hope not. I hope that is not where life is headed for us. Any of us.

”Knock, knock”

”Who’s there?”

”Con”.

”Con who?”

Your conscience. And it may be eating you alive. Elbows aside or poised “at the ready” to tonally, but not verbally say,

”Get out”

You are not wanted.

Incessantly thinking, ruminating,

But. I simply cannot utter the words, because a part of me needs you and I will never admit it. Not to you anyway. And as I just said by elbow(s) in your direction, “I cannot utter the words”.

Prompted. Triggered. Triggered. Prompted.

And, “Bammmm”.

What just happened?

A lot.

Not nothing.

Very much.

The superficial versus the supernatural that is the question. Where do you fall on the spectrum. Of understanding.

Things are not always what they appear to be.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

One eye open.

One eye closed.

Regrets.

Regerts.

Foundations of the heart and vessels.

Far and wide implications. Far and wide.

A good case for not letting one’s self go, throwing oneself at another.

One eye open.

One eye closed.

At best suggestive. At worst, may even suggest “Illusory”. A motivating, a false impression based on deceptive resemblance or faulty observation, or influenced by emotions that prevent a clear view.

Promoted. Triggered. Triggered. Prompted.

One eye open

One eye closed.

Your choice.

The year of the cat.

What will you do in order to survive.

Discrepancies exist. Deep within the conscience. A discrepancy between an openly declared or naturally implied aim or reason and the true one.

A discrepancy.

Differences.

Used to be celebrated. And now they are annialated. Elbows in, elbows out. How do you plan to proceed with your life? On the back, backside of another.

In harmonious union?

An act of God?

Anchoring your way any which way and loose?

“They call it “The heat of the moment” because it can get “hot”.

Nowadays, what, whom or who is in the “protected class” (ct). I must find me a good open house asap. There is a lot of baggage goin’ with me and I need quite a bit of storage.

Lurking around the corner.

Lurking around the bend.

Lurk, Lurk, Lurk, Twerk, Twerk, Twerk, Shirk, Shirk, Shirk.

Reminder: The year of the cat folks.

Here’s a tip: Usually. Level headed adults do not need to be spoken to like a four year old (AWA). Take it from me, the tone does nothing other than condescend. And if that is the goal, consider it a slam dunk of out in the open rhetorical nonsense. To the and in the space of the in the wide open of those who are aware and paying attention.

Very close attention.

The majority of individuals are not morons.

Tired, exhausted even.

But not morons.

Perhaps, a plan B should be considered, by you on the precept of your prompted, triggered, triggered prompted motivations.

We will be here when you are ready, although we cannot guarantee the shape of things when you get here or the shape of things to come.