O, Cheeky Cheeky, O, Naughty Sneaky

Oh my sons & daughters
It's been too long
Has it not?
What can i say
Life is uneventful as of late
and I count on my memories
to blog me through

I could bore thee with so much
But why?
Is it not boring enough out there for ya?
Do ye not have so little to do already?
Is there no other chore one can do
Than to read or write these musings?
Have I answered my own question again?

Tell us about thyself, ye ask?
Well why not, here goes.
Did you know that i used to wish I was Paul McCartney?
That is, that I would've traded places in life with him.
A younger version of me thought that
Of a younger, but old, Paul (Billy?)
How's your math?
That's the 25 year old me
Willing to trade existences with
The 55 year old Paul/Billy

I mean why not?
He's Paul fucking McCartney and
I'm just little ol' miserable me
Surely his existence was infinately more interesting
I mean he was in Wings!!!!

Anyways, the point of this is to say that
No longer do I wish i were someone else
And no, it has nothing to do with that one-legged gold digger
No, not the pirate, the other one
I do not wish to be someone else

Am i perfect?
Hell yeah!
I am for me.
Listen.
I'm often rude
short tempered
crass
crude
and everything else.

You see, i've spent my whole life working on myself
I know what's wrong with me, i'm not asleep
And I know what's good with me
But somewhere along the journey
I became one with myself
So i've not changed all that much
I'm just no longer inclined to do much about it

I am a free thinker
I am not bound by religion
I am not bound by philosphy
I am not labelled this or that
I am not colored red or blue or brown or white
I am an individual
Everyone is...
but some are afraid to be...
some are frightened of themselves...
or what others will think...
what a lack of fucking imagination!!!!
it deeply disturbs me.

Cheerios.