Friday, August 5, 2022

2 Minutes. Go!

You have to look closely. You have to focus your eyes until they ache. It's not easy, and it's not supposed to be easy. You'll have to dodge distraction for one thing. You'll have to bear the wait of impatience on your shoulder. 

Polly want diversion?

Pretty soon, everything starts to look the same. You feel like you are seeing him everywhere. He's a ghost that haunts your waking hours. Sometimes, he enters your dreams, and you think: gotcha motherfucker. 

The hours and days will pass quickly, and you might be tempted to chuck the whole endeavor. It won't make you happy, though. You're in too deep. Too many hours stacked; they sit on the shelf like an old doll with wonky eyes. 

Still, you persevere, and, in this, there is some celebration of what it means to be human. Try to keep the faith, even though it is impossible. You have to believe.

You'll find Waldo eventually.


  1. Pretty sure he was just arrested peeping in women's windows. Gonna be difficult to spot now in that orange jump suit...

  2. Those magic eye things are way worse for me. Good build-up. I love the humor, too.

  3. Do you know how hard it is to appear to sit still while trying to scratch an itch caused by pantyhose? I know that I'm supposed to be listening to Father, but he's saying the same thing he's said fifteen times in the last twenty Masses, and the majority of the parishioners still aren't getting it. Father is a good man, but it will be very hard for him to convince this lot of backwater hicks that morality isn't black and white. I don't know what he did to piss off someone at the Diocese, but I'd love to hear that story. My mom looks like she's having a seizure, sitting next to me nodding at every point he makes while smiling with one side of her face and snarling with the other. I guess I shouldn't convince her to watch that Batman movie with Two-Face tonight.

    She's not alone. They all know that they are supposed to listen and they know that they are even supposed to agree. They just don't, is all. Good is good and bad is bad and there is no grey area. Moral ambiguity is not a thing in this church.

    In fact, it hasn't been a thing in any church I've ever been to, despite the fact that God and Jesus are all about the grey area. I super don't get it. But I won't have to worry about it much longer. I'm off to college in a few weeks, and then no more church of any kind for me.

    I believe in God, I just don't believe in hypocrites. Most of the kids I know feel the same way. Religion is dying because the religious can't understand what they believe. They want compassion to die. They want to nail it to the cross and cause it to bleed out. They don't want to turn the other cheek, they want to slap you back with a meat tenderizer. Surely I can find something more honest than this.

    1. The meat tenderizer! Yes, this brought me back. I didn't wear pantyhose, but I had those feelings. Nicely wrapped piece!


Please leave comments. Good, bad or ugly. Especially ugly.