Third Base

Apparently, half of American teens have had oral sex. Apparently, abstinence has gotten in their heads, so while 'intercourse' is down, well, third base is now cunnilingus and fellatio.  Jeebus, when I was in high school, I'd be lucky to get some French action.

I'm reaching the third chapter of in my career fulfillment attempts.   1) Jump into the void 2) Breathe 3) Jump through the void 4) Glow.

Jumping through the void requires a lot of letting go.  When you jump, you can't take a lot with you.  The next few months will be a lonely one, but yet, they'll be bursting full of tremendous characters and new interactions.  Recently, I've outgrown a lot of relationships.  Friends, family, work, things, cities, feelings, moments.  Not that I want to let go, it's just that I have little patience with holding onto things just for keepsake, the urge to jump through the void propels me forward and a lot of my understanding for complacency and self-immolation has dissipated.  I have less patience for practicalities when I need irrational exuberence to break through.

It's been a good couple of months: feel like through natural means I'm starting to hang with soulful poets and mournful angels, karmic hermits who have the soul-spark to inflame my sensibilities.

Kick back with a couple of beers, a smoke and give me thoughts from angelic souls over the empty blabberings of corporate drones any day.  I have no patience for the herd-like aspirations of life's dropouts, for followers lock stepping with vacant misfits,  or graduates from the school of insignificance.