If I was a roller-coaster, I’d be enormous fun! I am so up and down at the moment it is not
funny. One minute, I’m in the depths of despair; the next I’m rocking about the
house to some weirdo clown music!
Okay; the clown music is not organ/carnival music, it is electric
guitar and the clown is Puddles the Clown. This guy virtually single handedly changed my
perception of clowns. I was coulrophobic;
which in the scheme of things, means I’m a clown hater. But anyone that has to hide their face behind
all that makeup is a John Wayne Gacy underneath I think. Still, I have to admit I kind of like
Puddles. You can search him out on
YouTube; just look for Puddles Pity Party!
But I regress…
So I hit rock bottom yesterday and by last night, I am
literally dancing and singing around the house with the vacuum cleaner. I can’t think of any one thing that happened
to make me so satisfied with life for that second. I still only have my part time job with a
miniscule wage that accompanies it. I
still owe on my house. I’m still
single. I’m still waiting for my life to
start up again!
And yet strange as it may seem, I like being single. Oh not all the time; it is nice to have
someone to go out with every so often. Maybe
see a band with. But I’ve been out with
a few while single this time and I think “nah…”
My house I’ll be paying off forever, but the alternative of
not having one; being at the mercy of some owner or agent… Kicked out when they feel like it and moving;
packing everything you own again and again!
My job… okay the money is atrocious but I quite like it. It isn’t too stressful and they gave me the
chance to get my brain working again.
