Attitude and Mood

Two days ago, I found myself walking through the I Wish a Mother-Fucker Woods. Do you know those woods? Yeah, you know those woods.

I don't know why it goes down like that sometimes, but it can be a trial. I end up walking around like a tree looking for someone on whom to fall, or a hair trigger just looking for a finger.

Not a good place to be, the I Wish a Mother-Fucker Woods.

Someone hurt the stray cat that I feed, you know him, I told you about him in my first blog entry. Someone hurt him, and I think maybe that contributed to my sense of ill-will toward my fellow peeps.

My message is this; just because you feel like throwing knuckles at anyone who even looks at you sideways, or if you feel like snapping at people, just think about where that all is really coming from. Take a step back, and breathe. I promise you, if you think for a moment you will soon find your way out of the I Wish a Mother-Fucker Woods.

Be good to yourself, be true to who you are, and never hang your head for anyone. You are cool, awesome, and I dig you!