Tag problems

So I had this amazing post that really explained a lot about what is going on with me and then I lost it. Ahh but then I took my own advice and just laughed. Because there is nothing I can really do about it but I can laugh and try again. So I will try to recreate the greatness of my writing and maybe even make it better.

So you know when you have a tag that keeps bothering you but it’s just too much work to take the shirt of and cut it of? Well I think that I have been living in that situation for a few weeks now and maybe months. It’s not that I am too lazy to cut of the tag, but I wonder if that will really solve the problem. I hope that at this point people realize that I am not talking about a literal tag but more of a situation in my life. But anyway I am tired of having this tag bothering me and I feel like it might be time to cut it off. But then I wonder if maybe the real problem is not the tag but the person wearing the shirt. I also wonder if cutting of the tag is just an easy way of making the problem disappear and not really dealing with the issues that are really causing the problem. I feel like this situation has lead me to come to a lot of conclusions and realize a lot of unhealthy things about myself which is great. I feel like I have gone through a lot of shit already so why not continue instead of having to do it all over again in the future? But I also tend to not like giving up and this could well be a situation that is just unhealthy but I feel like I can make it work. I guess I need to figure out if it’s the tags fault or the person wearing the shirt and I better make it quick or my mind might just jump ship and go on its merry way.

So yesterday night I did end up making Swedish pancakes and they were quite good. But sadly I did not enjoy them as much because the tag was bothering me quite bad and even invaded my sleep and dreams. But this afternoon I ended up making lentil loaf which was a very fun process. I got to be in my favorite place in the house and listen to music, chop vegetables and talk to my roommate about the inner devils that live within me. I don’t know what it is about the kitchen but the best conversations always start there.

Ah and yes I want to share a poem by Hafiz that I really like.

Two Giant Fat People

God

And I have become

Like two giant fat people

Living in a

Tiny boat.

We

Keep

Bumping into each other and

Laughing.