It's About Time

"What time is it," I asked the first person I saw as I headed out the door. He just looked at his watch and then kept looking; I guess the clock the hands had stopped working. He said, "Oh, I don't know, I really don't know," and then I remembered a song that said, "Does anyone really know what time it is, does anyone really care?", because it's just like a bunch of energy balls with light going around, Spheres and gas giants and the Sun and the Moon and the Earth and we're just going round and round evolving, I mean what else is there but so we take it as it comes, deal with it as we can, and here's a little story for you.

One day a little mouse was walking along the floor. It saw an ant and played with it, but the ant got away and ran quickly to a crack in the wall, and disappeared. So the mouse went along its way too, along the side of the apartment's wall. I sat looking at it. I like mice, but I don't really like them in my house, but I just let it go and watched is it scurried under the refrigerator, probably it's home temporarily. My home was temporary too, I thought sometimes although it would take a lot to leave and I liked living here though the pros and cons were very extreme. I had to move here 2 years ago and a lot has happened since then, but this is an upgrade from where I was and I'm happy to be independent, not bothered by my program staff. I get much more money and I have friendly people around, though sometimes or rather often I feel like I'm being made the butt of a joke. I won't go into detail about that but I'll just say you know sometimes I can just tell that people are laughing at me, (paranoid as you may say I am), so I looked out the window, and it was raining and I said I'm not going anywhere today even though the rain wouldn't usually stop me. I just don't want to use my blue umbrella and I don't feel like getting wet really, so I'll wait and see until I'm called into duty for whatever it is anyone wants of me. I've been relaxing today and it is very calm and peaceful, a change of pace from what I'm used to for the past 35 years. I was put into mental health at 17 and I've made my way into Independence so it took me this long. Now I have a nice community and neighbors and acquaintances who, and we get along pretty well most the time. So my family stops by, brings me stuff, or picks up stuff on presents for holidays or birthdays and then goes out without me.I don't drive so I take the bus if I ever want to go anywhere. I know the story is getting boring but I'm just reflecting because this is a chance for me to do so and you seem to be an avid willing listener and audience for me, on this reedsy app I won't mention, but I already did but anyway, so at a young age when I was 12 I believed I could do anything. I had a newspaper a printing press in my room my dad made; I copied it at my friend's mother's work at her copier and I passed out little cute comic book magazines (newspapers) stapled together and I put on a play with my sister and my friend in front of my family in my room and I had a little restaurant there too. Since then, I don't even want to talk about anything that's happened since then. I just want to go back to that era that decade in the 80s. So we may go on with our lives and things happen when we forgive and forget or don't we or do we, but and it just means the same that there's obligations we have to fulfill toward others, and ourselves. Hopefully we care for ourselves too give ourselves time so we can replenish our well-being in order to be in of the service for others, so the world goes round and round as my story for today thank you.

Okay here's the hard part since I have like 260 more words I have to produce here in a cohesive yet (though it is rambling on), narrative so here's a little parable about the snail and the porcupine.

One time a snail was going to Grandma's house and the porcupine saw the snail in the little wooded area and never saw one before and pawed at it and the snail curled up in a ball the porcupine hit it lightly with his Clawed Paw and saw it roll laying helplessly into a ditch and porcupine just went on its way and started then the snail uncurled after about a half hour of waiting making sure no one was endangering it anymore then he found his way up back onto the path from the ditch and continued on to Grandmother's the porcupine had gone off and was sniffing dog urine on the trees LOL I don't know they just animals like to do that so that came to my mind but so and the dog that so before stated was happily walking along with its owner on the path the bike path so the snail was trying to be unnoticed and unheeded on the side of the path and the porcupine was just looking around by the tree and the dog was just happily traveling along in Waltzing along with its owner the owner was on the phone a lady a business woman who liked her dog because she could take it for a walk and everyone like to pet it and she liked the attention she actually met her husband that way he said oh I like your dog and she said oh the dog likes you then he said yeah what are you doing tonight and then the rest is history but anyway so the snail made it to the grandma's house and the porcupine is just wandering around hitting stuff and wondering what everything is and the dog is happily asleep in front of the fireplace at home where the boyfriend moved in she made him her boyfriend with the business woman we'll see where this goes to be continued the end.