Idiot is as Idiot Does

I am an idiot. Or, I can be.

One of my friends has children. Two children.

I hate the fact that she doesn't pay them any mind or attention. Even when she has visitation, she'd much rather do what she wants than spend quality time with them.

The younger one calls me from time to time. He wants to hang out. I constantly make excuses so that I don't have to. And it's simply because I don't feel like it.

This isn't one of my finer actions.

A little person is reaching out to me. He is coming to me, asking to be my friend. I reject him.

I'm thinking of becoming a Big Brother, but I don't have time to treat those close to me with kindness. This is where I should begin.

I need to learn to open myself up to those in front of me. I need to see and help those closest before I can help anyone else.

*Disclaimer* This is only from my perspective. What I can see. Maybe she spends much more time with her children than I assume.

End of Days

This was the summer of Twitter, ATAL's You Can't Take it with You and reaching for infinity.

In the heat, we lived all three.

These lines...They're hard to write.

Things are coming to an end. The tears are almost constant. Actually, they've been constant for most of the summer.

Lately though, they've been cathartic.

Out there, somewhere, exists an amazing group of people. On the surface, it's hard to tell what sets them apart. They seem unremarkable. Most of them are probably lying to themselves about making it beyond Akron. Still, they dream.

Summer has a way of doing that.

These people have a flow; a vibe that exists between them. A magic.




These people are my friends.