In my cocoon. With my thoughts.

To fend in the world, one must play games. To get along. To get ahead. Especially if one enters the realm of politics.  That's the way I see it. That's why I sort of withdraw from the world. Though I really don't. Instead, I make my own world. And isolate myself. To a large extent. Many days I avoid direct contact with anyone. Other than my Italian true love. That's all I need. Helps that I'm retired. And have social security. And a pension. I occupy myself by thinking. Thoughts. And putting some of 'em into written words. My blog, for instance. A journal. A diary. Maybe it's my link to the outside world. I read a lot, too. Newspapers. Books. Listen a little to the radio. Take an occasional peak at TV. Though it sickens me. And I turn it off. To protect my sanity. Can't take the incessant babble. And the world events. Just as soon not know about some of the stuff. But still, I'm in love. With life. I'd like to live forever. In my cocoon. With my thoughts. With my love. --Jim Broede