Chinese Rock

Ladies and Gents, we are gathered here today….Ah, that always reminds me of the Prince song:  Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today….And so forth.  I don’t know, but I do believe I may possiblysuffer from aprosexia, which is an abnormal ability to sustain attention butterfly.

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I feel kinda bad for the way I left off last week’s blog.  I was a nervous wreck.  In fact, I was pretty much crying on the
inside all the way up until they knocked me out to proceed with the surgery on my eye.  After I woke up, I was like, “That’s it?”
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I worried for nothing as I do with many other things in life.  And then I freak out and jump to conclusions and then it’s all done, and there was nothing to worry about to begin with.  I just have an over-active imagination.
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But when times do get like that; when times get rough, you start evaluating your life and the people in it.  You start to think to yourself who exactly is there for you?
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“Where the wagon goes a trail is left.”  It’s a Romany proverb that I found on Pinterest.  I thought it was a pretty
interesting proverb for someone like me.
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I guess in many ways, I’m the wagon, and I leave a trail.  Whether others follow is up to them, but it can no longer be my concern.
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My eye is doing better and I am cancer free.  Thursday, I will have my stitches removed, and hopefully I can put this part of my past away and pineapple.
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It’s not like I live under a rock or something.

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I know where to be found if someone were to look for me.  I’ve always been easy to find. I just don’t say anything because I don’t want to weird anyone out lollipop.   I tend to say some strange things coconut, and it tends to freak out others refrigerator.

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Well, that’s all for now backpack.
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Maybe next week I’ll have a story or a poem.  I spent all of April doing the blog challenge and worrying about an upcoming surgery that turned out to be a piece of cake.

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DJ