What is really going on?
i guess i am doing what im supposed to with life. i love to take care of my son, and my other kids when i can get them. i have two jobs, both are good and in the same field. i dont do drugs. sometimes i drink too much, BUT, i only drink "too much" when its ok and i dont have the responsibility of being the care taker for my children. i dont get hangovers very often so my work dosent suffer. and i try to do whats right even when i REALLY REALLY want to do otherwise.
i mean there are lots of things that i do wrong. i dont mean to sound self-righteous, but i feel like i reasonable guy. why , i wonder, do i find that i cant get what i want out of life? am i just unsatisfiable? do i have it and just dont know? am i missing the boat here or what? im not angry, just ready for love. man this is depressing. HEY!!! now for something compleatly diffrent. or not. im sure that many others feel this way, like there has to be more to their lives. more love more passion, more joy, more tenderness, more appreciation, more of those long talks that you have with your best friend while on a long trip, more of that talk about nothing with your lover that has nothing to do with sex, even though youre both laying accross the bed, more of those times when your kids gently grab you by the chin and make you look them in the eyes so they can say that they love you soooo much.
maybe i just need to go home and sit in the rocking chair with my son and talk about rideing his "dirt bike" cause its not a motercycle, its a dirt bike. man, i need to work less.
i mean there are lots of things that i do wrong. i dont mean to sound self-righteous, but i feel like i reasonable guy. why , i wonder, do i find that i cant get what i want out of life? am i just unsatisfiable? do i have it and just dont know? am i missing the boat here or what? im not angry, just ready for love. man this is depressing. HEY!!! now for something compleatly diffrent. or not. im sure that many others feel this way, like there has to be more to their lives. more love more passion, more joy, more tenderness, more appreciation, more of those long talks that you have with your best friend while on a long trip, more of that talk about nothing with your lover that has nothing to do with sex, even though youre both laying accross the bed, more of those times when your kids gently grab you by the chin and make you look them in the eyes so they can say that they love you soooo much.
maybe i just need to go home and sit in the rocking chair with my son and talk about rideing his "dirt bike" cause its not a motercycle, its a dirt bike. man, i need to work less.
posted by Marc at 7:12 PM
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