Embarrassment shields.
I think one procuring waste-of-negated-mental-space lies in what I talk in debbie-downer-dialogue without being a Debra myself… is most definitely embarrassment, shame, guilt, indecision, and burnout. I’m introverted – I get tired of it all.
Fake accounts and faked phone calls under “family names” every so often and old regions looking to pull my leg into a loan application or supporting their business or trying cop my business model acting confused when their simoleons could feed a third of the world and mine barely propagates a paycheck-to-paycheck living.
Makes Vultures look worse in ecology than the term that applies to people.
Disrespectful, even to my accord of my opinions of the birds that plague.
They stop by and say hi and chitter chatter and whistle their tunes that were my tunes and I’ve realized they’ve learned all my little songs and don’t take much time to hear mine new ones.
Maybe that’s how the grieving process is on the outside-looking-in.
Embarrassment, shame, guilt, indecision, and burnout are the succession of perhaps cyclical-primordial-origin of what depression, anger, bargaining..guilt, shame, anger…whatever richter scale of psychological accord you could refer too..they’re really just the same feeling described in dualitious terms.
What else to do but break out the etymology when I’m not lacking in morality to purvey myself in shame when it’s those looking for a copout and attention.
It’s Art.
If my other work finds musings upon or even inspiration to motivation and drive to keep writing… so be it.
Your own failsafe of a lack-of-talent does your own justice.
I hope you enjoy that life while I pursue the one I’ve always been dreaming of.
One with Stability + Adventure, all-the-same.
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