I am going to scream.

And only because I think it's the only way I will get herd. Get the attentions of people who should writing down the wonders that come out of my mouth. Or at least the advice I dish out, because truth be told, I'm "right" 8 out of 10 times.

Taxes, job choices, how to best cook a Cornish hen.

I know things of value. I am a person of value; even if I don't work anymore.

Oh sorry about that I have a broken disk in my back, my bad.

But they do not listen or heed or reflect. They ignore and rush through and over bear. When they talk and babble and rant-I am there. I remember, I ponder and figure.


I care.

When I see the tears and pain and wounded prides-I spring into action. Sometimes subtle like rising bread. Sometimes obvious like high hopes on a child's waiting ice cream lips. Often I do nothing, because just doing nothing is so underrated in a good heart-to-heart.

It hardly matters, though. The chain remains unbroken. Systems of being are hard to change and I am loathe to force this. David Lee is more like that old blood hound by the back porch, then Doberman in your front lawn.

This makes me sad but not mad.

I just wish they would listen every once in a while...For their own good.

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