a brief reflective tic...

Hey ho! It’s five oh; an anniversary of inhales and expels, so to speak. A half century of consumption of anything palatable (reasons for sustenance noted) and some things not (because I wanted to be somewhere else), transformations to waste and waist but wait, there’s more. A checklist of memorable reflections shows amongst the struggles for significance I have accumulated multiple accounts of pissing and sniffing, minimal occurrences of personal or public ascensions thus minimal reasons for delusions of grandeur, and an overwhelming sense of overall dissatisfaction with the quality of air I've been previously inhaling and expelling. I've never found a woman I would die or kill for, and that’s normally preferred though I have found a few I could overcompensate for, and have. My understanding of previous mistakes exceeds my willingness to make more, yet I'm not foolish enough to think I have no foolishness left in me. There has been an increasing seepage of "twang" into my speech and mannerism as noted by those close. Though suspected eventually inevitable due to a familial rooted hick-ness, this is not as annoying as I thought it would be and since left-wing intellectual hick is in vogue in certain mental environments... like the Edison Inn Tavern, I’m going to take up swing dancing with my ever so tolerant and lovely wife.