The BOLD Truth

 

As a man in today’s PC-dominated culture, I have additional limitations put on my by trendsetters.  This is bullsh!t!  I am over 35 and was selectively chosen to bear the consequences of bad road conditions.  That is a discussion we can have later as I do not want to focus on or dwell on reality being real.

At this point in my life, I am avoiding social scenarios pretty dam well.  Life is fair.  God gives the toughest of his soldiers the brunt of hardships.  I’m not complaining.  I would like to rid myself of certain guilt.  You heard that right!  I feel disheartened for every opportunity I’ve ever gotten only getting half of my heart.  Moving forward I will refer to those opportunities and chances I didn’t take as individual “you’s.”  This should be fun.  Because it’s at the top of my brain 90-95% of the day, I will start grilling foes hassling my flow as it pertains to the more than occasional “no” I answer with not feeling safe firing a consistent assault of compliments and humor to get ‘em smiling.  I do not feel safe3 looking at gals anymore.  Note, I constantly hide my face by changing words, using synonyms, nicknames and aliases….  “Ms.  Branch-I-can’t-reach” decades may separate the chances to chat I’ve discarded and thrown away, but there’s not an hour that goes by where I don’t miss those fluttering eyelashes I’ve only ever seen in my dreams.  You deserve better than me.  I am verifiably your best option I feel looking around me.  Shoulder brushed.  I am not a lug nut, I am a lot.  I often feel like I am TOO MUCH.  I need to sharpen my blades nonstop and I’m still stretching my neck to only see the dust settle from your last branch landing spot!