guillermo, out of repose

Something simmers

Some­times I absolutely do not care about the Inter­net, or web tech­nolo­gies, or the lat­est trends, or “webri­ties”. Some­times I want to fully embrace my inner nerd and watch SyFy all day. Some­times I’d rather rumi­nate over the ratio of cumin to thyme in a pork loin roast recipe. Some­times I want to eat 3 apples in one sit­ting. Some­times I want to worry about the specifics of my wardrobe. Some­times I want to bag up all of my clothes and take them to the Good­will. Some­times (most of the time) I want to watch 80s movies with my wife for an entire week­end and let the leaves pile up in my back­yard. Some­times I want to sing. Some­times I want to pray for 3 hours. Some­times I want to for­get about my weak­nesses and my fears and my lack of pol­ish and write reams of poems, and let all of you know every­thing about me. Some­times I do, some­times I don’t. How­ever today, for the next few hours, I will do what’s needed of me. Today I will prac­tice being the me that I am sup­posed to be, and fig­ure out how to wres­tle all of those other desires into the life of that imag­i­nary person.