A Tag Along or A Drag Along in Life ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿง’๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซ€

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What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

Every thing written is alleged, allegedly and unintentionally dry humor. Allegedly. Up until a few years ago my idea of living either a long or short life was not up to me. Anything I thought or felt was locked up inside and not shared because anything I thought or felt was not welcome because as an empath nobody like a cry baby. To be told, rather ordered not to share was because of reasons (excuses) only intended to hide (destroy) the real reason from a creative mind filled with real reasons and not tall excuses only intended to obliterating the real reason. To summarize; wipe off the bullshit and you have a great ideaโ€ฆ..according to the boss lady.

What was your question again? Oh wait I remember!

Allow my elegant re-naming ideas to take hold of the idea prior to you smearing it all over the walls, high chair and /or low lying areas? It will save you years of cleaning up the mess never intended to be cleaned up.

See if I had my way I would follow in the footsteps of the boss-lady I once looked side eyed at. Until I was able to understand why her methods of working harder for smarter. According to her anything done in life was either expected to last a lifetime. The question was which lifetime? Choose from;

1. the child sized adventure. Equivalent of over the river and through the woods not to grandmothers houseโ€ฆ.Has an option of any adventure, princess castle with or without muddy water puddles.

2. the teenage dream of sleeping late every morning, missing the school bus, forgetting lunch, forgetting homework, forgetting everything. Choices are from gray, white dyed black or just plain dirty because this model is never washed. It might be washed here and there but the main idea is that it looks as disgusting and dirty as a toddlerโ€™s first finger painting.

3. whateverโ€ฆ.. pick your perfect idea. I will give you a bow to recycle and you can tell family and friends it was all your idea. I had nothing at all to do with the creation of this beautiful masterpiece work of art, better than Tateโ€™s gluten free chocolate chip cookies.

When your ready to order fill out the form (found at the bottom) complete a 12 page essay and send with your application fee of $300 plus another fee to cover all those fees hidden below.

small print

Late fee even when youโ€™re not late $650

Late fee for those who claim โ€˜I am nor being sarcastic $13

Late fee because you didnโ€™t scoop up after your dog $1750

Late fee for anyone who doesnโ€™t believe in late fees $200

Late fee for anyone who lost their job after the claimed to be a psychiatrist when in reality they were really a psychopath $1 million

Do we understand each other? No. I guess there is a fee of $18.5 trillion dollars for that.

Can you hear me now? Not yet. So this fee is for your new hearing aids you can pick up at Walmart. $899 per ear, limit of 2 ears per person, per year, per household.

Yet? Yes? So happy for you!

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Who are you anyway?

Who am I? As if you hold any right to even askโ€ฆโ€ฆ

In summary,allegedly, my thoughts on the concept of living a very long life are written above. Before you can return to read it you must take care of the late fee $2000 for mislabeling your application as a doctor when you should have checked the box labeled not-a-doctor.


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    This reads like a controlled explosion of satire and suppressed truth, wrapped in humor sharp enough to leave a paper cut. Beneath the chaos and mock bureaucracy, thereโ€™s a very real meditation on agency, voice, and who gets to define a lifeโ€™s length or worth. I love how the absurd fees and forms mirror the invisible costs people pay for being silenced, mislabeled, or misunderstood. Itโ€™s disorienting on purpose, and that works in its favor, because long life here isnโ€™t about years at all, itโ€™s about permission. Permission to speak, to choose which โ€œlifetimeโ€ youโ€™re living, and to finally laugh at the systems that once boxed you in. Uncomfortable, funny, and oddly cathartic.

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