Hey! Get outta my way. Or. Get offa my cloud!!

“It’s three a.m., there’s too much noise

Don’t you people ever wanna go to bed?

’Cause you feel so good

Do you have to drive me out of my head?”

I was sick and tired, fed up with this

And decided to take a drive downtown

It was so very quiet and peaceful

There was no body, not a soul around

“I laid myself out

I was so tired and I started to dream

In the mornin’ the parkin’ tickets were just like a flag

Stuck on my windscreen” (rs)

Loudly. Alarmingly.

The alarm went off.

I awoke and sprang up herky-jerkily.

And stubbed my toe on the way to bumping into the wall on my way to the toilet.

To begin my day.

To begin my way into another day.

To begin my way into another day of abhor-is paradoxes.

Exhausted.Again. Naturally.

This was nothing new and everything the same.

Instead of the bump and grind. It oftentimes felt aimless. Like I was actually moving in a forward direction, but not really going anywhere.

The deep dive I came out from under.Seemed centuries ago. When it was really just last week.

A return to the new normal or the old normal or whatever normal is defined as nowadays.

I did not think life would be returning into the-bumping-into-walls-so-fast kind of existence-normal so normally fast.

As I made my way up the crowded roadway, it was impossible. Impossible not to bump into anyone because everyone’s heads are,

down.

No “hellos”.

No “good mornings.”

No “how are you today.”

I call this new normal, “the bump and grind.”

Humans. Nowadays, just walk right into each other.

How rude.

As I walk along. By the way. My head is up high. Proud and high. Looking ahead. Taking the time to look in front of me.

For obvious reasons.

I do not want to bump into anyone.

And.

My tether to the world is safely tucked into my back pack, so I do not violate the order of human rudeness by,

bumping into another

As I walk, I think: A theory can only be true when its terms may not be re-interpreted in a given situation. On the other hand, a reinterpretation can make some theories and laws applicable to special cases, without being true of false.(wk)

With that.

Someone just bumped into me and did not even notice.

I noticed it, him, because he stepped on my toe and it hurts.

I limp along. So I can get to my next “thing.”

Some may call me strict.

I prefer to call it safe.

We never know, in whatever moment.

Who may turn their back on us. So, they, too.

Can get to where they want to go…..or think they want to go.

This is the part that gets “dicey”. For me.

Here and now.

I must move forward.

While doing so.

I’d like to share a secret. I mean what I say and say what I mean.

I do not want to bump into anyone because it really does hurt. Sends a chill up my spine that I cannot shake it off for days.

The nuances come. The nuances go. I can stare down another with a confused look of haze and it all means the same thing to me.

Ouch!

You just bumped into me.

Didn’t notice.

Preferred if the door hit me in the way out.

Didn’t notice again.

And.

Now.

Wonder why I do not care to talk to you while you consciously made your way bumping into me.

GET A LIFE.

At the least. Get offa my cloud.

I am too polite to ask you to get outta my way.

Today, at least. While there are no sounds bouncing off of the wall.

Because. I am outside.

Breathing in the pollution, but diligently trying to make my way through it quicker if you would stop bumping into me. Or. Get outta my way. Get offa my cloud.

I ain’t getting any younger.

And.

Neither are you.

I am simply walking to the bus stop.

To get to my next stop.

The next step.

But. When I look up.

Everyone else is looking down.

Perhaps that is why car sales are down and no one wants to drive anymore.

Too dangerously dangerous.

Ouch!

Again.

This time I got a blanket “sorry”.

From the person that just ran into me.

I saw her coming, tried to bob and weave. She almost looked drunk, with her staggered gait and pounding on the keys as she looked up at me in horror while rudely invading my space on the wide and open side walk.

I grunted back at her in acceptance of her apology.

And walked on.

Thank God, I bonafidely believe in God. Otherwise my life walk would be a scarier walk indeed.

Ironic. As I walked along. Head high. Ears open. I was heading to spend some time with the big guy. Hoping to God, I would make it there in one piece. Today. On this day of

Distraction.

Did I mention I abhor paradoxes?

Nothing anymore is straightforward. It’s all “bobby-weav-ey” and confusing to say the least. Even when the quiet presents itself, sometimes it is all too tinnitus”.

Ringing. Ringing. Ringing.

Maybe that is just the memory of my dreaded alarm waking me up.

Reality can be dreadful. The getting from here to there can be mind boggling to say the least. Or, to say the most. At this moment, I don’t know.

WAIT!

Why am I talking?

To myself.

Because most often.

I make the most sense.

Or at least try to make sense of the nonsense around me.

Day in and day out.

Dreadfully sometimes.

Not so dreadfully other times.

Incorrigible. I have been referred to as. The mind mapping of my brain renders itself with a corrigendum set of facts. I process through them daily.

With the corrigere. Well. With the hope of correction anyway.

Maybe. I think on, what I really romanticize mostly about are persons, places and things. ” And desire most is to bring about some order.

Bring to order.

Yes.

That explains it better.

With that.

Yet.

Another person and I bumped into one another at the door.

We looked at one another, smiled at the same time,

I said, “Hello Father!”

He said, “Hello Son!”

With that, we walked hand in hand into church.

And.

Never looked back.🙏🏻