It’s cold in the house, and I am not talking about the actual temp.
Cold shoulder.
Silence.
Contempt.
Avoidance.
I know the reason, though I don’t agree and it certainly isn’t fair.
This isn’t a coldness that a blanket or a jacket can cover up. There is no bundling up against this kind of cold.
It cuts to the bone and straight to the heart.
Winter has set in during the middle of summer.
I am staring at the screen and I am not sure what to write. This is a rarity. I always have something to say!
So, either I am having writer’s block, I have run out of things to Piss & Moan about, or I am dead.
Could there be another option? Probably not.
So, what’s up with this? It feels weird. I am not sure what it is or how to feel. It’s kind of like when you’re blindfolded and have to reach into something to identify and unknown, squishy and slimy substance. When you kind of know what it is, but you don’t really know what it is. That’s kinda how it feels.
I need topics! Give me topics! Drop some comments about stuff that bugs you and I will give you my take on it.
That should work.
Or flop. Probably flop.
You’ll never participate much.
That’s kinda like sitting in an empty room talking to myself. I’m talking about important stuff, but no one is listening.
OK, GO! Do it now! Really, I mean it. GO FOR IT!
Piss and Moan 