Amusingly confused.

I like playing mind games. With my inner self. Or my soul, so to speak. In an attempt to milk the most. Out of life. That's an effective way.  To remain calm, cool and collected. That's all I can trust. My mind. And mostly my imagination. Of course, that means having to resort to self-deception. To a degree. The creation of an imagined reality. That I can buy into. In very believable ways. Little wonder. That I have resorted to writing. A blog. To keep track of it all.  Otherwise, I might forget. About where I am drifting. So nice. To have daily reminders. That keep me amusingly confused. --Jim Broede