We offer observations on the human condition from a 24 year old mind trapped in an 84 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
Friendship is a gift, not an obligation.
Prejudice has a thousand fathers.
Some talk to selves, some speak out loud, and a few converse with God.
The past dwells forever in our minds.
I enjoy the company of my mind.
People enjoy boasting the color of their skin, but not of their eye color.
Some hold proudly the pizza they just ordered.
The police explain away the mental gymnastics of why they shot someone.
There are friends of heart and friends of conscience.
I wonder if we would go to restaurants if they lacked rest rooms.
Which is more joyful, arriving at the pizza place or leaving it?