Yeah… a friend calls it douching, but she is also quite maddeningly, exacerbatingly antagonistic (which is not the only reason why she is badass)….. so she can get away with it. I am not sure being a guy can call it that without sounding utterly foul. So of course, I chose to open with that…. but as to what it means…
I just deleted a bunch of “friends” today… I prefer friends to be people I actively chat with, have made me think deeply, or are tangible existing friends in the real world. As for the bands, I am such a pervasive concert-goer (some may call groupie) that I feel close enough to these people after performance and after parties, cruises and hikes…. and conversations with the various people who make it happen… people in the scene, know.. what.. i mean. Sorry for the rhyme.
Anyhoo… welcome to the real world of real people. I know you. If I haven’t physically touched you, it means you have mentally touched me.
Let’s go from there… and something that meant something to me that I wrote a few days ago…
Simply….
Have a great night…
morning, day,
breathing time, and food eating moments….maybe some chewing.
enjoy cell replication and atrophy. Enjoy the process of living.
Hope you smile.
MICHAEL