I ain’t your daddy, but where I lay my hat, I sleep. It’s about time that I lay my hat somewhere else. The time has come. As my tenure in this place on this planet draws to a close, I find myself becoming quite excitable, anxious and freer.
It’s like my heart dares the unknown to taunt it with voyeuristic tendencies. It whispers lewd nothings that stimulate me to euphoric heights. Every now and then, I come down and while I’m sliding down that frictionless slope, I get to thinking.
I think about a great many things, ~ what I want to be when I grow up ~ what I’d like to do on the other side ~ What I don’t want to be ~ what choices I’d make, given I’d have had them to make ~ the list goes on. On this particular day, I was struck by the things that I would miss about this place and the things that I would not.
Somehow this all seemed like a concept in progress for the blogosphere. Hell, I am a lazy dreamer. It is now the basis and concept behind this particular post. He we go:
I will miss the brats, not the ones that cry when they see my face. I will miss the brats at my school, especially their squeaky voices. I will miss their big heads and tiny bodies, waha. I will miss that old aunty from the kitchen who always smirks when she talks to me in the kitchen. I never know what to do, so I pretend not to understand.
I will not miss the dude that lives upstairs, nor his three reining terrors, nor his wife who turnings into a wailing banshee when their love is manifested. What a flower. I will not miss the regular thumping that accelerates and decelerates as they guide themselves to pleasurable heights. I will miss this view. It’s beautiful. I get to see all of the rice paddies, the town and ummm them a bit of the mountain. I will miss these sliding doors and windows. I will miss the smell of organic fertilizer in summer.
I will miss the bus rides in the morning, evening and weekends. I will miss being largely alone on these trips, but they give me such pleasure. I will miss the serenity of the countryside. I will not miss how far out there this place is (“somebody give me a sign!”).
I will miss the new faces, mostly. I will not miss the disrespectful, ignorant ones. I will miss how we came together with such randomness. I will not miss getting hit on every other day I went into the city. I will miss having an excuse to keep my hair covered most of the time. I will miss the cheap love motels and even cheaper guest houses.
I will not miss the light of love, for that is with me every day. I will not miss the fact that I have touched many and vice versa, for they and I have grown for the better. I will miss a great many things, but what I will not miss is not what I will miss.
Peace.
Written by a dude for poop and squiggles.
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