Stupid…mumble, scowl…. expletive…. Jesus following, mountain climbing, shit storm called life.
Why is it so hard?
I get that following you isn’t the easy life, but I thought it was the instant life.
You know. I ask, you give. #blessed
I thought I was a leaf in the fresh winding stream, gliding along the buoyant waters, twisting and turning as you make the way for me.
So, WHATS UP WITH THIS CRAP. My leaf hit a rock in the stream and is being pummelled by oncoming water. I’ve been there so long I’m getting slimy. Other leaves whisk swiftly past me singing, rejoicing and reminding me about your perfect bloody timing as they high five me at 40 knots.
Can I just say your timing is tardy Buster. (I’m using a capitol letter to maintain respect)
So what gives? And don’t give me some ocean dreaming, paddock gleaming Instagram tripe.
And don’t. I repeat don’t say “you go this”. BECAUSE I DON’T.
So please lift my slimy and battered ass out from against this rock, pleeaassse.
Let me not have this but have you have this even though I want to have this and I think you need me to tell you how to have this and I’m not sure all the time that you do have this but then I remember you do of course what was I thinking sorry for doubting you but sheesh I’m only a leaf, can you please help me?
OK… *clears throat*