I am a creature of habit

for 10 years I’ve lived in this building
and for 10 years I’ve complained about living in this building

I need to get outta here
but that involves packing and moving
and I am a creature of habit

and then there’s the whole conversation
about the VOD
and what/how the hell I’d be able to deal with that

she won’t move into a house with me
she now won’t move to my bother’s cos
he’s got a girlfriend
and besides
there’s a possibility the fadder
will be living in his trailer
there for a couple of months

the blister will drop in from afar
again in Jan or Feb
to once more tell me
how much I owe the VOD
and what I should be doing
to take care of her properly
and then she’ll bugger off again
leaving me
a creature of habit
alone here
with the “Queen” of Resistance to Change
(at least I come by it honestly)

ugh

I had almost made up my mind
to wait till I am 55 to purchase something’
because I want a mobile
and everything that’s been in my price range
has been in a 55+ park
and besides…that’s only 2.5 years

but today I’m thinking
that I need to get on this
this morning
I went to the laundry room
during my scheduled laundry time
to find some guy in there going thru my knickers

not that there’s anything more than
cotton old lady drawers
but they’re mine
and he should fuck off!

I’m so tired of not being able to live
in my personal space
the way I want to
imagine getting to a point in your life
where you fantasize about
doing laundry when you want

I think I’m right fucking tired
of having to base my decisions
on “adult” thought processes
as opposed to gut

I WANT OUT of this building
but I guess I want an easy way
cos
I’m not sure I can afford it
nor can I handle the idea of packing

on the flip side
the drunken deviant
that smashed my trike in the parking lot
in Sept
handed over 14 – 100.00 bills yesterday
as a start in paying for the damages
to my trike

so
thats one less thing to scrape for

jeeez
do people actually get to a point
where they don’t have to base their
life decisions
on how much
they’ll have in the bank?

how is it that all these people I know
travel
and I can’t afford a car?
how is it
that so many people
own their own homes
and I can’t afford
an outhouse

I think maybe I should just shut up
I’m starting to scare even myself!

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Oriahe Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, min or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can beat accusation or betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life from it’s presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon – YES!
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bond and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are or how you came to be here. I want to know if you can stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me what or where or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in empty monuments.
–An Indian Elder
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