I am seriously full of shit.

Let me first say, I am drinking low-cost bourbon. On the rocks with a bit of water. That alone should tell you something.

I am pretty much a fuck up. At my age (56 and 5 months) one should not be in debt up to their assholes with one EE Savings bond to rely on.  I’ve fucked up a lot of good opportunities. Let some great shit go for no reason I can think of other than, I am a fuck up.

However, as far as fucking up goes, I kinda get away with it too. I am not living in a box under a bridge somewhere. I have a roof over my head (only leaks in places I don’t spend much time) I eat, sleep, enjoy my cats and overall just live. More than a huge number of people on this ROUND planet.

I have people that care about me no matter how poorly I have treated them and how completely incapable I feel about being able to feel.

None of the latter has anything to do with why or what I am posting about. Just spewing.

So, here is why I consider myself to be so full of shit.  I do not know how to do anything.  Not one damn thing. Nada.

The thing is, I know that ‘doing stuff’ is how I can stay indoors and fed and taking care of my cats. Opportunity comes along ALL THE TIME! It does not knock, it drives down the road blowing its horn and screaming at you from a loudspeaker, “Here I Am, Take Me”

And I do. I cannot even guess at the number of times I have been asked, “can you do XXXX?” Nor can I guess the number of times I have replied, “Yea, sure.” without the slightest idea of what I was getting into.

I have never know how to do anything before I tried to do it. I have never been afraid of failing at something. (well, skydiving) Never have I been asked to something that has never been done before. Not. One. Time. So – no pressure. Whatever has been requested is possible. No pressure now.

Nothing I do is something I did not have to do for the first. So? Did I mention that I am a fuck up? When someone asks me, “can you…,” the answer is yes. Why? Because I am full of shit and know that,. whatever I say I can do, I will be able to find a way to do.

You cannot con the universe. However, you sure can skate and fake your way around it. Just say, yes. Then, do it. Do not say, “I don’t know how to…” Say, “Yea, sure.” Then, figure it out.

If a fuck up like me can get away with it for over 50 years, you unfuck types should be rocking new shit every single day.