My Special Talent

I have this special talent. I may not be able to play an instrument, perform mathematical calculations, or tie cherry stems with my tongue. My talents are much, much more special.

I've watched and analyzed one person in particular whose movements (or lack thereof) fascinates me. I saw how this person spent their time f*ckin' off with know-nothing females and so-called "family," extravagant spending, and continual drinking. Now that he's close to retirement age and has nothing. Not a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of. I've watched him be king of nothing in particular, prideful, and selfish. Now that he's in dire need, there's no one to help. Show me your friends, and I'll tell you who you are.

I've had a few interesting interactions as of late, one just recently in an online conversation regarding abortion. Though not too terribly disrepectful, his manner was abrupt and off-putting. As our discussion continued, he became increasingly terse; wanting to talk over me. At this point, I couldn't be bothered spending any more keystrokes on him. With my "special talent," I ascertained he was highly opinionated and quite difficult to get along with not only web-wise, but in "real" life.

For years, I've dealt with a person who gave the impression of being more than they were. Though very intelligent (and she went out of the way to let you know this fact), she draped herself in pride, hid behind her husband's earnings, and marveled at her social standing in church and the community. After it's all said and done, she needs help with things she didn't need assistance with in the past. An explanation as to her declining abilities would be appropriate if she wanted to enlist others aid. Her hard head won't let her PROPERLY ask for help.

Not saying that I'm Sally Jesse Rafael (though I've been referred as one in the past), I'm very observant. And though I may not say anything, I'm watching...

YOU!!! (but probably not as hard as you're watching me). (LMBAOOOO)

rainwriter jones