Little Black Clouds

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Winner GLBT category

Yo, Girls, Wassup?

I am having a very good week,

looking  forward to seeing,

my lady,

swoon.

Still reading Montaigne,

it’s work,

but,

I like it,

stimulates the ‘ole’ neurons.

I am also retackling,

Henry James,

in the form of a lesser,

and, thus easier,

work,

The American,

perfect size for commuting,

and,

stashing in my bag,

future Broccoli reads post in the making

Working most nights,

this week,

at my survey monkey gig.

I like this job,

go figure,

uses my people skills,

not too much brain output,

just enough,

keeps me fresh to focus,

on creative tasks.

This type of work attracts,

a certain kind of person,

sure there are the,

young,

the immigrant,

the unilingual,

who need to get their feet wet,

acquire job experience,

but,

there are also,

many examples of people,

with mental health issues,

sometimes,

very smart,

personable even,

but,

who have trouble fitting in,

this job is a job,

for the misfit.

Some misfits,

are endearing and entertaining,

and,

then,

there are,

the little black clouds,

everything is bad,

they are always victims,

the job,

well any job,

is beneath them,

pain in the ass.

It’s hard to put up with people,

who,

don’t play well,

with others.

I have a special talent,

this is quantifiable and I have numerous examples of it

I attract black clouds,

have,

my whole life.

The ones everyone,

avoid,

flee,

well,

they all love me,

some might see it as a curse,

I often do

🙂

but,

it is also an opportunity to learn,

about human nature.

Lately,

at work,

I have been sitting,

not by choice, mind you!!

next to one of the most persistently,

black cloud people,

I have come across.

From the moment her ass,

hits the chair at 5 pm,

to the moment she leaves,

she bitches,

complains.

If I am having a good night,

it’s because I’m lucky

and she is so unlucky,

woo is her,

I tell you it’s enough to make,

an ole butch,

scream.

I believe I do better at,

the survey monkey thing,

because,

A) I don’t hate people (key component)

B)I am, pleasant.

Pointing this out to her,

would be mean,

and,

futile,

so I don’t.

I have never though of myself,

as an optimist,

I have a contradictory personality,

pragmatic-romantic,

works for me.

Little black clouds,

confuse me,

how can they think,

everything is bad,

that the whole world is out,

to get them.

Don’t they experience,

wind in trees?

good cups of coffee?

the purr of cats?

holding someone they love,

in their arms?

smiles?

music?

conversation?

egg rolls?

Life is big joys,

little joys,

loss,

and,

heartache too,

of course,

and,

dog knows I am no Pollyanna,

but,

I am alive,

happy and grumpy,

sometimes sunshine,

sometimes rain.

I guess the black clouds,

or the everything is always peachy keen,

types,

make me appreciate and see,

the nuance and joy,

of being,

alive.

I guess

😛

Later girls,

BB