Yin and Yang

I've always been a big believer in the old saying 'What goes around, comes around.' To me it seems like the only pure form of justice there is in this world.

But I am human too which means that most times I am sailing the Sea of Forgetfulness. (I refuse to admit age is catching up with me.) And so while I would like to think I have my ducks in a row, more often than not I am in that anatomically impossible pose that allows everyone else to see exactly how uninformed I am; which reminds me, I need to call an electrician to do something about the lighting in there.

In my denial or naivety of certain in alienable truths, friends have often pointed out to me that my listening is 'selective' and my responses wouldn't even qualify as juvenile in true sense of the word. I laugh out loud and protest even louder. "I know myself far better than they ever would," I think.

And then I find myself at 3 a.m. tossing and turning, mind all a-twitter over what I have deemed half-truths and fairy tales, infuriated that they are depriving me of my much-needed beauty sleep. (Hey... no kidding! I can no longer afford to skimp on that!)

And so I find myself in front of the computer screen writing to find the answers to my inner turmoil, hoping upon hope that my friends aren't right and that I don't have to schedule time for apologies because I was too stubborn to listen once again.

The cat takes up residence in my lap and I hear the clicking of the keys and feel the rain falling from my eyes. And there, in the middle of the screen is the answer to the sleeplessness.

All I can think is, "Oh bruthuh, it's going to be one of those days tomorrow." I know I will have to do some damage control and eat my words. You would think I'd be used to it by now, but I'm not. Nasty diet anyway.

I wonder.... Is this payback in the grand scheme of things? I think so. It's part of that old yin-yang thing. It's probably about that time I glued the teacher's book to her chair. I just know it! Ah yes, justice comes full circle.