Coffee and a Smoke

 Yesterday I wrote about the collapse, of sorts, of the banking industry.  Then yesterday afternoon there was some coffee left over from the morning and I was drinking some coffee and smoking my pipe with my Cherry tobacco.  Then it occurred to me I could write about a 150 care pile-up on a Michigan freeway because of a freak snowstorm.  Or I could wite about it being alligator mating season here in Florida, but we have too much to worry about as it is.  So as I was drinking some coffee and smoking my Cherry tobacco, I asked myself as to what I could write about today.

I label myself as a misanthrope.  For those of you who might not know what that is, it's a person who doesn't like people.  But the fact is, I'm not really, because there are times I actually like people.  But I like to be alone, like I was yesterday afternoon drinking my coffee and smoking my pipe--alone.  Those who know me will say I am nothing like a crotchety old guy.  I just hide my true feelings.  My wife says I can't even do that.

So, I think of myself as being something I'm not, but I do like being alone a lot.  My wife says if she didn't encourage me to go out, I would just spend time by myself.  She's right.  I wouldn't know anything about anyone if not for her.  I just keep to myself.  But I'd make a lousy misanthrope and I will be the first to admit it.  But maybe I'm a secret misanthrope like no one knowing Clark Kent is really superman, except for the rest of us who REALLY know.

But I enjoy a good cup of coffee with a pipe.  I have snuck a little Rum in my coffee from time to time thinking no one knows I have done this, but everyone does.  I've only done that a couple times and everyone knows when I do.  There was no Rum in my coffee yesterday.  I will sit by the pool as I did yesterday, and smoke my pipe and once in a great while I backside thinking a pool party with a bunch of people would be nice.  Then I come to my senses, or sober up, as the case may be.  A misanthrope would never think such thoughts.  Actually, I make a lousy misanthrope, but don't tell the other misanthropes; they wouldn't accept me.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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