I am feeling good these days. I am the happiest I have been in recent memory. Despite me being sick I have friends that love and support a sister that worries more about me than I do and makes sure I am okay. I have a house to lay my pretty head to rest in. By far and away my best divorce ever! I believe I will have a friendship with my most recent ex-wife for the foreseeable future.
My life is starting fresh. It is like having someone deliver a brand new six-yard dumpster for my personal use and all I have to do is avoid a dumpster fire.
I know what causes dumpster fires, I have set many a dumpster fire in my life, one might even say I could have gone pro.
For the past two weeks I have been filling my brand new dumpster with used oily rags and now that I have filled up the dumpster to the top I have decided to throw lit matches into the dumpster.
I possess the intellect that I am able to take a step outside myself and look around and I say to myself, self what the fuck are you doing? That is going to cause a dumpster fire!
I immediately stop throwing matches into the dumpster but I leave it full of the oily rags and then a couple of days pass and I find myself throwing matches into the dumpster.
In case you don't know me and the analogy is lost on you, the oily rags are people with "issues", and the matches are bad decisions. Truth time, the oil rags are women with "issues" and feel l some kind of heretofore unheard of force of attraction. I was going to leave it vague but there are two groups of people that read this blog, the first are people that know me and know I have an issue chasing the "wrong" women and the second group are people that may not know about dumpster fire analogies.
I think I need to go on vacation and put some distance between me and my dumpster and maybe avoid a fire.