“It’s just too much😡” Zero to Ninety and Somewhere in the Middle

The suspense can kill.

Abandoned.

The kids who fall behind are the kids who may stay behind (bs).

For far, far, far, far too long.

Greed may be good. According to fictitious character Gordon Gecko.

Greed can also kill.

The hard to decipher, hard to tell, hard to hunch differences between real and fake. Do exist. Have an existence

A hunch Gordon may not have had kids “of his own” yet. The minutiae of the details of Wall Street escape me…at all times, especially when attempting to shut down truth.

The least of these. Coming in last place. Every which way but loose.

The proof may be in the pudding. The oooey, gooey, texture.

Ick. reminds me of something.

Prefer noisy, crunchy substantiated substance. That at least one can hear comin’

It’s always the quiet ones.🤧🤐 Who have the most doubt deep inside. And then suddenly.

”There she goes! There she blows!”🫨

It is not always easy to keep it all stuffed in.

Lurkers beware.

We low class doubters have eyes in the back of our heads. Are not easily flattered. Sometimes frustratingly so. Not easily bought and sold.

Sorry.

I can’t hear you.

There is a reason it is called sign language.

Sophistication. Pictorally. Frustratingly.

Too much of anything causes anything to shut down.

Submariners can hear when there is water in their ears👂🏻🦻🏻.

Mistakes are the way in which we learn.

Can we talk?

Sure!

Will we understand one another?

God only knows.

In the meantime, it serves the other person with grace when we act and react with grace. Otherwise, out a plane with no parachute, under the water and the ears fill up, up the proverbial creek, with no paddle.

Speak the truth. (bs)

My truth is not your truth is not your truth is not your truth, is not your truth, is not your truth, is not your truth, is not your truth.

True.

Recollections may vary.

Keeping one’s nose clean can be an impossible task.

An impossible task.

Will the person who has never made a mistake please step forward?

Or.

Start crying real tears of fearfulness?

Or.

Look away at the train wreck in front of you, us.

Or.

Do something about it?

Or.

Please admit wrongdoing?

In.

Order to allow another to move forward?

Sure. There is strength in togetherness. Depends on the kind. Of togetherness one assumes and where in the pecking order they consider themselves.

Yes. It is complicated.

More complicated than it needs to be.

Doing the right thing usually is. And.

Anything worth its weight is complicated.

Fairly certain no one person chooses to be left behind.

Even when they may have been outsmarted. 🙃

Do the right thing. (lk) Even if and when you are lost in the shuffle of the outsmarters and doubters.

It is not easier said than done.

It is easier. To do.

Non-truths, gossip, lies and complications take our hearing from “can’t hear you” to total deafness real quick. Trying to decode the message sometimes, to figure it all out, takes a gracious and patient heart. Looking still or crazy in the process is simply part of the process. Cause there usually are not instructions or directions. moving on takes on a whole meaning.

Time and distance do not always help our hearing. Help us to hear better. Help us to speak with confidence and certainty, competency. Ironic. The unpleasant often follows us as a chip on the shoulder would. Boulder even. History can and does have a way of repeating itself.

Grunt. Or. Punt.

That is the question.

To gain the attention one craves, just plain needs, just plain wants.

Greed is good?

Isn’t it one of the cardinal sins?

Can’t blame God. The other Gods. Questionable hearing. Or. Twisted truths?

Rocking to and from to forget that which we do not care to remember. Can’t hear. Don’t want to listen to. Again?

Too much is too much. A flood.

Imitation can be the sincerest form of flattery. Or not. Life can be like a box of chocolates. You never know what you are gonna get.

For sure. And is less than appealing when one looks in the box and sees “bite marks”. less than satisfying to say the least.

Have you ever been on the phone. And someone comes into the room and tries to converse. it is virtually impossible to have two conversations with one person, and yet the flattery seeker, brown-noses circling circler, drive-bys continue. To seek what they cannot seem to find on their own.

Ugh.

Has the opposite effect on me. One of “gotta get outta here”, or at the least plug and cover my ears to the incessant madness of it all.

Madness as listed on the NHS and Health Registers of WHO and the like, as the varying degrees of persons “in your face” behavior continues on and on and on and on.

There is much to be said for being prepared. Embracing the spontaneous, scripted love of the game. And then again.It is virtually imposssible, virtually, not virtually to hold two conversations at once. And yet the madness continues.

Disillusion is a place for the disillusioned. Or for a someone who desperately wants someone to agree with their perspective or point of view. Some are just plain better at expressing their point than others. And some do what they can. And sound less than, well, less than an average “Joe”. In the middle of the storm.

Blatant.

Repetition.

Some make a career outta the backs of others.

Greed? Or. Smart. Or Outsmarted?

Platformed or de-platformed.

The truth is not the point for some. And they love to hear themselves talk. Good for them. Really. We are not obligated, at this time, to listen. Or hear.

But sadly, the world seems a hard to hear kind of place to be.

Being alone does not mean loneliness. A person can be in a room full of co-friends and still feel like no one hears them.

It is a dance.

If you choose, can, are capable to join.

In the perceived so called madness.

It is the Hustle.

The Macarena.

If you can stand the brights lights, loud music and all the groovy-under-the-table moves in the room that are incessantly bouncing off the walls.

I think I prefer a room with padded walls!!🫨🤪😜🙂