Ah, that Otis Redding. You kids can have your dang punk music. I've got oldies! I guess that's apt. I was born old, I'm living old, and I'll die, guess how, old. For some reason I can't relax and let things flow. I'm impatient, I want control and for things to happen when I want them. It's easier when you know that's impossible, you can resign yourself to waiting. But when there seems to be a possibility of immediate results, not obtaining them makes me anxious and uncomfortable. My mother blames TV and the internet, since we're so accustomed to instant "gratification." I dunno. I guess I just need to slow down my thoughts and desires. Let the current carry me instead of worrying "What's Around the Riverbend." Dear fake lord, I just quoted Pochahontas. It's time for bed. Cheers!
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