About Junk

Post 99:

            Well, I got home late last night after a show and checked the mail. I know this isn’t exactly a nail-biter from the offing. Go with me.

            I’ve recently moved, but the unsolicited coupons, this crap finds me. How I don’t know. I think there should be an inquiry.

            Nonetheless, there it is. An overwhelming amount of worthless paper that good trees went by the by—by. Not a thing I’m ready to understand.

            But it had me thinking. Oh Lord, it had me thinking. All at once in a moment of clarity I realized that I might be junk mail, like the “save this” and “buy that” bleeding into my hands.

            Nobody wants to be junk mail, me included. But it’s the way of the world sometimes, throwing it out there, hoping someone responds and says, “yeah.”

            Who says yeah? I can’t imagine there being someone on the other end of the mail thing saying “yeah,” but there must be. They can’t be sending this crap out for the fun of it, can they?

            We’re not all just trying to foist ourselves on others, not always. Sometimes there’s something of worth to foist, and now that we’re foisting, let me say that the real trick is sifting through the foist to find out what's worth sifting and what’s for the rubbish bin.

            Not sure. Think we all just want to be received. Being received full-heartedly is probably one of the things we long for most in this frigging world. I do. I try it on a daily basis; still trying to figure out which pile I go into.

            Later animals. See you after.