Random Pics, Chosen At Random. Randomly.

I'm a bit blah today. More than a bit, truth be told. I'm very mood-oriented, so not only do I try to surround myself with good people but I try hard to be one myself. It's why Not Brent, who's just bad beans, at his worst is only vaguely naughty.  I'm my own company and all that, so it pays to get along.

It's strange the thoughts that occur to you. While I wasn't a bad person, a decade ago I wasn't exactly nice either. I liked to argue, to fight - verbally and physically. I enjoyed it. I had zero tolerance for ignorance; I confused it with stupidity. For the genuinely stupid, I was practically cold.

Ah well. I'm not sure where this is going, except that for whatever reason when I get down I find it hard not to live there. From experience, I know it has to run its course.  Still, these days I have genuine people as friends.  Those are the best kind, but if you don't know why I'm afraid you'll learn.

Yes, I'm a Social Worker.  No, I didn't imagine that's what I'd be ten years ago.  Yes, there's a story but let's not pretend you want to hear it.  It ain't that kind of blog, is it?  Thus the interspersed pics!

Though my stories are pretty funny.  I'm usually the punchline, though.

My story after all. :)

Ah well - off to eat.  Shiner Bock on tap: that's how I choose restaurants.

Brent

PS: It's all relative though, isn't it?  Big Jim just had his stuff stolen.  My week isn't so bad at all.

Good luck, Jim.