Literally Veiled...Readers, Skip This! Pt 3

My brio comes in at sixes and sevens manning me up like a tiny town nestling among the foothills of the French Alps. Readily, I stated what needed be and told it like it is, more or less like making the rules- no amendments (i.e NB:). Prior to this time, he had legally broken in, sat down, and started a discussion based on the irrelevance of relocation. I let him play his last childish pranks and paid attention to his renowned epilogue. For once, I felt like clapping. I was going to let him know it's a role well played but then I had a second thought, and this time to let it slide. All I know is that he's always going to be two bricks shy of the load before my very eyes. Now the witnessed behavior makes me want to curse him out but I'm lost for words. So, permit me to say without remorse that he's like an irritant - nay, a virus which must be attenuated.

Spreading like wild fire, rumors bee my ears about his reference in relation to my uplift. Verily, I say to myself that it's a part of life where each and every human takes care of number one without reckoning with his/her fellow human. I always keep my wits with me and ready for any situation. Further writings about circumstances as this can be drafted in seconds, if needed. I don't have to be reminded that I have keen wits because most judgments taken in the past are right. All I'm stressing is to let your perception of life merge with mine to conclude his presence as one that didn't make one iota of a difference nor add an importance. In the case where you disagree, I understand. I saw the writing on the wall and was ready for it. Call it my selfish reason which I'm still on, and will embark on again after this, if I had another chance. But best believe this world is not a jungle; it's a court. I know He finds him guilty and sooner or later he'll get his knuckles rapped.

All shaken off.

Presently, I live in seventh heaven, way better than the previous. And about my finance, I'm yet to be in the clover. Gone were the days when I used to be in the red, almost went bankrupt. Now I keep books of every transaction. Know that the job remains the same, but it's enough to keep the wolf from the door. Plus, I don't beat my brains out anymore about unnecessary things but things to think about. I must confess that it really feels good to bury my head in the sand and not talk about it. Don't be surprised when a success immediately follows another; it's all planned out cheek by jowl.

A Me(ss)age-mo to Writers

Every writer is a hungry man, neither rich nor poor. Sometimes I read articles, journals, books, and much more and feel how they felt when writing. Passion! **sigh**  One could perceive in their works that every second gave birth to unique and/or refurbished ideas. BUT when delay outrages their belief of early publication, they tend to see the previous days as hair days. Others are absent-minders which as a result drives them to put out their work as quickly as possible. And their scorecards: nothing to write home about.

I'm not a writer nor a back seat driver, but I do have a (fill in the blank).

To start up with, adhere to the belief that it's very much OK for there to be a hardship. By now, saying it's an ill wind that blows nobody good should be a cliche to you because you and I know we don't learn better at any stage of our lives other than during hard times.

And for absent-minded writers, I submit that you soak up information like sponges. Be familiar with what the title or topic (should) umbrella(s).

Really, I hate being put into a feeding frenzy. However, I'll appreciate it if this is considered a (fill in the blank). Hey, it's a free country. You can dull all herein as a blind proof for calling yourself a pro or remain the same ol' ignorant I perceive and purloin my (fill in the blank).. lol

Should you take this for a  Mess, Message, or Memo?  You choose..

..T. Ohis