posting procrastination, October 6th

My friend Hive account@ithinkitsrose remains uncertain whether or not she can post as she pleases. An encouraging word always leaves my mouth, and from her, I mostly feel doubt. But I seem to project. I must be worried things I share don’t pan out. Since I fear success, I succumb to failure.

You ever order a drink or item from a restaurant? You wait as long as everyone else, without losing your cool. You avoid getting agonistic, but who wouldn’t feel bitter when their plate comes out last? Well, here at last, and to your dismayed grimace, the order sits incorrectly in place of your want, the wrong answer to your multiple choice question.

Here’s your chance: Eye the plate, flip your table and curse out the tired waitstaff who didn’t mistake your meal, but served it. That’ll show ‘em.

In any case, my kind words remain in reserve for myself. I know 6ixxx will find a way, a method to the madness of posting, and my positivity will pick me up when I’m down, out, or petering.

^{Investing in a tool to make motion pictures with my film. So stingy when it comes to spending, I look at the cart for days before I finally buy.}