Shoulda Coulda Woulda
Ah, Its been about a month. Hello, I am back, it is I
Lately, there has been this lingering feeling and thought of "SAYING WHAT YOU MEAN, MEAN WHAT YOU SAY." I have ran into a bundle of people some who are close to me and some who just happen to be that passing through stranger. These people I come across are either struggling to say the honest truth or just ultimately not understanding what the other person is saying. People are confusing and words are hard.
GET TO THE FUCKING POINT
Why would you want to waste your own personal time talking to someone (who may not give two fucks about you) when in reality they do not see the potential that you see in them. Sadly, this is common. More common then not in my own life. I tend to make this decision in giving people the opportunity to come in my life. Then those people stick around and blow like that annoying wind chime when its all too windy in that Santa Ana winds (I also end up with a fucking twig or thing in my eye. Also taking resumes for a personal caregiver (maybe an assistant)). This feeling lately of just saying what you want, when you want, is somewhat dangerous.
If you don't say what you are actually feeling you will always wonder what if? What if I dropped off that napkin to the bartender... Or whatever the stupid feeling of almost failure ... I guess. I don't know picture something that you wished you said or did, imagine how the outcome would've played out. Now you may never know, honestly this is all hypothetical, sure. But, when it comes down to it, in my realm of living I tend to say what I want and act on impulse.
Was it worth the drive?
Now I am all not so sure.
Being the girl who is spontaneous sometimes it bites me in arse (pirate lingo) I see something I want and I go after it.
Now the chase is gone?
There boom.
I said it.
THE CHASE.
Fuck the chase its exhausting and I am over it.
If I like you, I dig you. Lets get past the bullshit.
Sounds young and dumb but why can't it be simple.
I am looking for a kiss depository and a slam piece all in one.
Tie that up with a bow and you got yourself a mans
My mail box is out front send me your resume.
Ill carrier pigeon you back.
XXX,
Shell(Joe)
Lately, there has been this lingering feeling and thought of "SAYING WHAT YOU MEAN, MEAN WHAT YOU SAY." I have ran into a bundle of people some who are close to me and some who just happen to be that passing through stranger. These people I come across are either struggling to say the honest truth or just ultimately not understanding what the other person is saying. People are confusing and words are hard.
GET TO THE FUCKING POINT
Why would you want to waste your own personal time talking to someone (who may not give two fucks about you) when in reality they do not see the potential that you see in them. Sadly, this is common. More common then not in my own life. I tend to make this decision in giving people the opportunity to come in my life. Then those people stick around and blow like that annoying wind chime when its all too windy in that Santa Ana winds (I also end up with a fucking twig or thing in my eye. Also taking resumes for a personal caregiver (maybe an assistant)). This feeling lately of just saying what you want, when you want, is somewhat dangerous.
If you don't say what you are actually feeling you will always wonder what if? What if I dropped off that napkin to the bartender... Or whatever the stupid feeling of almost failure ... I guess. I don't know picture something that you wished you said or did, imagine how the outcome would've played out. Now you may never know, honestly this is all hypothetical, sure. But, when it comes down to it, in my realm of living I tend to say what I want and act on impulse.
Was it worth the drive?
Now I am all not so sure.
Being the girl who is spontaneous sometimes it bites me in arse (pirate lingo) I see something I want and I go after it.
Now the chase is gone?
There boom.
I said it.
THE CHASE.
Fuck the chase its exhausting and I am over it.
If I like you, I dig you. Lets get past the bullshit.
Sounds young and dumb but why can't it be simple.
I am looking for a kiss depository and a slam piece all in one.
Tie that up with a bow and you got yourself a mans
My mail box is out front send me your resume.
Ill carrier pigeon you back.
XXX,
Shell(Joe)
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