I’m off.  Literally and figuratively, but mostly literally.  Of late as everyone knows, and especially today.  (First, to get the easy literal one out of the way:  I’m blogging.  Why this took so long for someone who loves to write is unknown).

Pretty sure the hardest thing I’m going to have to deal with regarding this blog is reining it all in.  My thoughts swirl at warp speed; there is typically no rhyme or reason.  More like a Kevin Bacon six degrees of separation thing.  A thought will pop, leading me to another focal point stemming from an obscure part of the initial thought.  Not many people follow when (on rare occasion) I reveal how I connected the deranged dots.  No, I do not have ADD.  I do, however, have an affinity for people who are able to completely follow my disorderly thought path.  The ones who laugh on cue as they’re interrupting me and we finish the conversation in unison.  Yeah, those are my favorite human beings on the planet.

Though lately the numbers are staggering.  Or maybe decreasing is a better way to state it.  Not sure if it is because I’m getting older and wiser (seriously?), or perhaps more impatient if that’s even possible, but I find there are fewer and fewer people I really want to be spending quality time with.  I am acquainted with more people now than I have been at any other point in my life, including that little Columbus campus containing 60,000 undergrads.  Yet there is a divide.  A partition.  Some self-imposed barrier that I have architecturally designed and carefully constructed.

Look out when that sucker comes down someday.  In the meantime, I’m appreciative it’s keeping out more rain.

“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.” 
–J.D. Salinger