Closet metaphors...

A gift that keeps giving.

I spend a fair amount of time organising my closet. I like it neat and orderly.

Then I wake up late, have to rush around and the act of pulling a T-shirt can undo then entire organization of said closet.

I often leave everything heaped on the floor, only to come home in the evenings and be confronted with the mess.

My closet, my obsession with keeping it orderly, is a metaphor for my own life.

No matter my concerted efforts to keep it level, it always descends into chaos.

Seeking...

A blogger named Entropy. He or she blogged around 2007.

Please let me know if you're him or her

Thanks, Bee

Desperately seeking...

My contact with fellow humans is limited to my work and online exchanges with my friends. I cannot remember the last time I sat across a friend and chatted over a cuppa or cocktail. I miss that.

But much as I do I also don't have the drive to really seek it out. I'm not sure what is missing but I know I want to change it.

Stupidity...

Is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome.

Or some such, I'm sure I'm misquoting but the sentiment is the same.

Which begs the question, why am I still chatting to my ex like we're best friends?

When all it achieves is to hurt me anew?