There’s these people throwing peanuts at my kneecaps because they don’t like the way my simple presence shakes things up. I can’t help it. I’m just a happy person busting at the seems, and because I rarely care about things, the things I do care, I see to it they are done, one way or another. And then there’s these other people throwing s*** bombs at the peanut throwers because they love me, and the way I am. I simply sit here making s*** covered peanuts then, gathering the bits and pieces, because still, I do not care. If s*** and peanuts is what you want this to be about, so be it. I’m still here happy bursting at the seems knowing any peanuts you throw at me will simply be made into something you didn’t intend, the thing the world needed but was simply waiting for my presence to be there, to be the quiet one simply taking all the s*** and peanuts and building what it needed. And then I will be on my merry way, because my happiness resides in always moving along to see the next thing I might build. It’s a grab, build, and leave process really. Have you had enough yet?
