My Plea

Temporary insanity. I'm sure that more often than not, I'm just not thinking straight. As my step brother would say - I'm a few sandwiches short of a picnic. It's not that I'm recanting what I wrote earlier. Yet I have been thinking, hard, and there is a reason why we call it jumping to conclusions.

I have learned good and plenty to be especially careful to heed the red flag when it's raised, and figuratively waved in front of my face. There are more than a few warning signs indicating me to just leave it alone. I should know better than to make assumptions, even about my own feelings.

Ever like the idea of something? I suppose my overwhelming loneliness likes to speak out every so often. I'd like to be with someone, but this is far from it. This certainly isn't love. Probably just a 24 hour, viral thing. . . . . .