Metamorphous Awareness

Believe it or not, I used to be a Dreamer. Blue sparkled eyed world’s your oyster love will conquers all anything you put your mind too art is life kinda guy. But after being kicked in the teeth so often I became a FuckingRealist (yes that is actually one word, like PizzaBeer, they are symbiotically joined), which I sort of enjoyed. I pulled no punches and nothing surprised me. Then slowly I stepped to the left and became a Sarcastic Skeptic.  Needless to say, at that point, I landed up not dating much and not the most popular person at a party. Then one day a paradigm seems to shift and Amused Fatalist was the soup-de-jour, which is enjoyable to a certain “pointed” kind of fun. But, I also feel those days have passed and more recently I think a Discontented Humorist is a better description. But by no means is this a circular progression, yet nor is it linear. It’s a more haphazard type of way and I guess in the overall Darwin-esk evolution it’s probably just one of those off branch that leads nowhere and slowly ends…..yea, I blew off work today, so too much time on my hands. Had to burn off some CT or lose it. Can’t carry over to the new year any of those Corporate blessed “out of office” hours. My Corporate Mother is not happy, but she designed the matrix, so there is not much she can say. But this does mean that when I return I will have to extra diligently strive to touch every one of her bases and bring electrifying results to once again be amongst her favorites.