Sometimes,you will be astounded to read, I get bored.
As a middle aged puddle splasher boredom is actually quite difficult to achieve.
So I split myself in two.
I’m not a complete fool.
I’m a wholewit not a halfwit.
As soon as I did it – I realised – out of the two of us – I didn’t know which was the real me.
Two’s a crowd
I was only one of them at any one time.
Whichever one I was. I really didn’t like the other one.
That guy had problems.
I just didn’t like the way he did things.
You know when you get that feeling about someone?
I didn’t tell him but I tried to undermine everything he did.
I enjoyed it when things didn’t go right for him.
I liked seeing him suffer.
Then I remembered that day I was bored.
It was me all along.
I tried being the other guy for a bit.
I found the other me was even worse.
We did agree on one thing.
The old me – we both hated.
The other guy was an idiot.
Tim Willows Additional Thoughts.
I’ve turned into a complete blonker.
However, I still use the wisdom of Solomon.
I just happened to think of an old poem I wrote, and turned it into this post.
Quite a feat as I don’t remember anything usually.
I split myself in two,played the one against the other
to try and see who would win,
Then,when I discovered, that we were one another,
I had to start all over again.