Yesterday was St. Patricks's day, so, naturally, I felt obliged to drink. Twist my arm. It doesn't take much. Sure I'm part Irish, just look at my freckles and reddish hair and pale skin that burns too easily and stays red for too long after I exercise. I'm also Italian (Sicilian to be exact), Polish, Welsh, French, and who knows what else. But does this really give me the excuse to drink? Sure. I mean, genetically I'm predisposed to drinking. My ancestors had to drink alcohol because the water was so polluted. It's this European evolutionary adaptation that may come in handy for my line one day when we once again pollute all the available water. I digress. And really, that's what this post is all about: digression.
Before I started drinking, I went down to the elementary school to pick up my son. The place was all green and leprecauns and rainbows. And I had this weird thought as I was walking in to the school. "I am the rainbow." I thought. "I am the pot of gold." I was in a good mood. I started thinking about GOD and all the weird ideas that have coalesced in my mind about this being or power or whatever he/she/it is. I thought, if god is everywhere and all-powerful, then god exists in that fat woman's ass in front of me. God is down at the bar on a drinking binge. God is doing terrible things. And why not? God has been known to be a vengeful, judgemental being. Did God make man in his image? If so, God is weak and enjoys all the good and bad of the flesh that we all do. It was a weird, ranting thought about God that started with rainbows and leprecauns and that fat woman's ass.
So then I came back and had "happy hour" while chatting on-line. And all the while, I've not written anything worth a turd in a long time. What a waste! I manage to find time to sit around playing scrabble on-line or drinking a 1/2 bottle of wine and BSing but I'm not writing and that really bothers me. So I wrote this. Scrabble anyone?
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