The buddhist’s say life is suffering.
I’m not buddhist but I agree.
That’s why I’m not complaining so much as stating the facts.
I think the heat is getting to me.
I’ve been in a foul mood lately.
Not exactly not
I want to make a list of what’s wrong but that’s not what’s wrong.
I’m what’s wrong.
The other day I saw this guy who had been my friend.
I won’t go into why we aren’t friends anymore other than I’m glad the one-sided relationship is over.
Anyway, I was at a conference and I saw him standing next to a Big Book exhibit talking to a mutual acquaintance.
He saw me and gave me a hesitant nod.
I walked up to him and said, “I hear you’re tellin’ folks you have no idea why I don’t like you anymore.”
He stepped back and his eyes opened wide. He tried to joke his way out sayin’, “What? You psychic or just hearin’ voices?”
“Hearin’ the voices of flesh and blood people we both know. Would you like to know how my whole ‘not liking you’ came about?”
My former friend held up his hands, palms facing me.
Somebody patted my shoulder and said, “C’mon, Joe. Let’s go to the hospitality room and get a cup of coffee.”
“Not now,” I said. “This is too much fun.”
And it was big fun watching my former friend turn tail and take quick, wide strides to put distance between he and me.
A few minutes later, I walked into the hospitality room, put an empty styrofoam cup under a coffee urn and filled it with hot, black coffee.
The coconut donuts looked good so I put two of them on a paper plate and sat alone at a round table in the middle of the room.