I keep forgetting an important lesson. Don’t anticipate things too much. Or in other words don’t ever want anything too much so you won’t be disappointed when it doesn’t come.
Yesterday I was scheduled to have an appointment with Chris (see previous entry) but just as I was about to get into the car, my cell phone rang.
It was his shop, damn, not a good sign.
“Chris is overbooked can he reschedule for next week same time.”
“Sure”
Hang Up
Fuck
I must have wanted it too much. That is a bad thing. It’s like wanting pussy too much when you get it, its an anticlimax and its over too quick. Teat it in your mind like its no big deal and youll be in the paint all night.
Damn I wanted to get tattooed. I’ve had a stressful semester and it would be nice to relax and get some new artwork before the baby hits and we have to move, which is a process unto itself. It must have been a message from god saying
“Spend your money on something usefull whoooooooo” (scary sound added by me)
I need to either get my money up or want less. Now I have no choice but to want less. Is this what adulthood is all about.
