Having A Great Summer, Wish You Were Here.

So the other day she sent my mother
my forgotten birth certificate in the
mail.
Apparently she found it while doing some cleaning and
thought that I should have it.
(Or so the enclosed note indicated.)

Well I'll be.
It only took seven months to finally hear something.

She ended the note with a hearty:
"I hope you are all well."
Well isn't that cordial.

I listened as all of this was relayed to me and
I mostly felt a heap of nothing.
Enough time has gone by
that I have all in all stopped
caring.

However, if I were her
I would have skipped the well-wishing.
One should be aware when words perhaps are no longer
warranted.

Even the nice ones.


My roommate is being cheated on by his live-in girlfriend.
She stands in the driveway and relates the hows and whys to me
and it is interesting to listen to the other side of
misery.
Listening to her I actually get insight into many things
about my past that I failed to understand and
the lessons are valuable and I am sure improve my experience
if ever so slightly.

Yet I can't help but be nauseated.
Loyalty is a dying art.

But who am I to judge?
I'm just taking it all one day at a time and
if you are reading this
then I hope you are all
well.