Discopants and Haircuts

We read Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken‘ in class on Tuesday. I have read that poem a dozen times. I never have gotten sick of it.

I am the poster child for roads not taken. I often find myself depressed with my decisions. I often, also, find myself proud of the decisions I have made. It comes down to this…

I don’t feel like explaining myself anymore. When I have the chance to say something… silence often feels like the right thing to do. Don’t get me wrong, I still have a big mouth. I just…just.. struggle with every word I write or say. Deb often is thrown for a loop when I say nothing after a long story.

I have just reached a point in my life when I say, ‘So be it.. Here is what is happening.. This is the way it is.’

I am not so stupid. I can actually spot shady Norwegians pretty well. They may even look legitimate. I used to like that when I spoke English, exclusively, as well. Some may call it a bullshit detector.

I’m getting off topic a little. Silence. Inside I feel like the guy who could talk your ear off about anything. But something inside also tells me to shut up more often than I have in the past. What gives? I have a theory on this. It’s pretty simple.

Let others learn on their own. Let life give the lessons. Support but don’t fall in. Listen to them but withold advice. Yeah, I said it.. Withold advice. Don’t give anyone advice unless they openly ask for it. Even then, give it sparingly. I wish I knew this when I was younger.
I have seen so damn much. I have experienced so damn much. I have learned so damn much. I would like to think I have a Phd in life. I’ve been around the block more than most. I like that I have been spontaneous and crazy. Yet I am still a dick. I still fuck up like crazy. I still do such stupid things. I suppose I could also qualify for a Phd in idiot.