These days I've become quite aware that my brain likes to "rant". My brain has enjoyed using my vocal chords to release these succulent expulsions. My family endures these episodes with smiles and yawns. In my estimation I've grown quite fluent in voicing whatever it is that I feel so urgent to say. How wonderful it is to belt out the subject.
I have not settled on any particular opinion as yet. "The ranter", as it seems, passionately goes on and on about whatever it is. My family loves and puts up with this guy knowing daddy is still there - and even go along with the whole ride - giving payback as audience members to my interesting, and hopefully momentary, takes on the things that I so focus my mind on. It's the honesty in my person, the trust gained over years which has entrusted this small audience. It is well understood that I will indeed benefit the benefactors of my takes on whatever it is that I feel so compelled to dispel my thoughts toward and hitherto.
Is this a phase I'm going through? Is this the beginning of something? Am I falling into it? Shall I become the ranter? I don't think so. As of yet, I don't think so. It is possible - on average, even quite probable. Probably so.
Can one care and not become trapped? What kind of question or statement is that? Ugghhh.
Dai menye zjit - tak e tak, ya, prosta - otez...
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