Regrets, I've had a few. But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption. I planned each chartered course, each careful step along the byway but more, much more than this, I did it My Way. --Frank Sinatra
So the day has come and gone. The 39th anniversary of my birth was yesterday. Thirty nine years man. I actually think that sounds older than 40 sounds. It probably doesn't sound that way to you 40 year olds out there though, huh? Understood. I woke up in a hotel room in Huntington W.Va yesterday, worked till 3:30 and headed home. My drive was good; nice sunny day. Not too hot. I actually am getting pretty good at changing from my suit to my shorts and tennis shoes while i drive down the highway. I have no problem sitting at a traffic light pulling on a pair of cargo shorts. i don't really care if anyone sees anything. boxers are basically just smaller shorts. its not like i'm in a thong, not today anway. and you know what? if i were in a thong, I might be showin off a little bit more. But thats kind of the thing with my life. I have a certain amount of ambiguity when it comes to rules, standards and norms. Oh yeah, one other case of ambiguity...authority. yes i seem to remember i don't really care for authority in general. I've always been more about what I think I should do, rather than what someone else tells me I should do. I don't like to be pushed, and I don't like to be manipulated. I do like to think for myself though. I guess I've always done it my way. I didn't say it was the right way, just my way.
Like it or lump it, this is life. I'm 39 years old. Breathe. I know I'm an adult (cough, bullshit, cough). I just don't feel like an adult. And I'm not even talking about a little bit of the time. I mean yes, there's work and mortgage and bills and garbage night. But most of that really doesn't matter to me at all. I don't care about most of it anymore. No I don't want to be a bum and yes I want to have somewhere to live, as opposed to the sidewalk. But none of it really matters to me. When I'm not at work I usually dress like a kid. I talk and cuss (fucking constantly) like a kid. No one really asks me anymore when I'm going to grow up. I'm just funny Joe, being Joe. Or as I'm thinking of it tonight, acting like it's My Way.
The most important thing to me is my kid's lives and development. i don't take a "my way" attitude to any of their stuff. It's when it comes to the kids that I feel most like a grown-up. I guess that's a good thing. And if the world does have rights and wrongs, then this is one of those rights. And if i'm wrong, then I don't ever wanna be right.
The way it goes for others is not my way. I don't work the way others do. I don't care about what most people do. I want to think my own thoughts, develop my own attitudes and do what I want. I can always handle the repurcusions. If I'm wrong, or my decisions aren't what's best for me, I'll figure it out, and course-correct as needed. I didn't say it was easy or fun being me (although it is somewhat fun), I'm just saying I've gotta be me. And I've done it my way. Happy Birthday to me, and to My Way.
And even though Sinatra made this song his way, I prefer the Elvis in Hawaii version.
So the day has come and gone. The 39th anniversary of my birth was yesterday. Thirty nine years man. I actually think that sounds older than 40 sounds. It probably doesn't sound that way to you 40 year olds out there though, huh? Understood. I woke up in a hotel room in Huntington W.Va yesterday, worked till 3:30 and headed home. My drive was good; nice sunny day. Not too hot. I actually am getting pretty good at changing from my suit to my shorts and tennis shoes while i drive down the highway. I have no problem sitting at a traffic light pulling on a pair of cargo shorts. i don't really care if anyone sees anything. boxers are basically just smaller shorts. its not like i'm in a thong, not today anway. and you know what? if i were in a thong, I might be showin off a little bit more. But thats kind of the thing with my life. I have a certain amount of ambiguity when it comes to rules, standards and norms. Oh yeah, one other case of ambiguity...authority. yes i seem to remember i don't really care for authority in general. I've always been more about what I think I should do, rather than what someone else tells me I should do. I don't like to be pushed, and I don't like to be manipulated. I do like to think for myself though. I guess I've always done it my way. I didn't say it was the right way, just my way.
Like it or lump it, this is life. I'm 39 years old. Breathe. I know I'm an adult (cough, bullshit, cough). I just don't feel like an adult. And I'm not even talking about a little bit of the time. I mean yes, there's work and mortgage and bills and garbage night. But most of that really doesn't matter to me at all. I don't care about most of it anymore. No I don't want to be a bum and yes I want to have somewhere to live, as opposed to the sidewalk. But none of it really matters to me. When I'm not at work I usually dress like a kid. I talk and cuss (fucking constantly) like a kid. No one really asks me anymore when I'm going to grow up. I'm just funny Joe, being Joe. Or as I'm thinking of it tonight, acting like it's My Way.
The most important thing to me is my kid's lives and development. i don't take a "my way" attitude to any of their stuff. It's when it comes to the kids that I feel most like a grown-up. I guess that's a good thing. And if the world does have rights and wrongs, then this is one of those rights. And if i'm wrong, then I don't ever wanna be right.
The way it goes for others is not my way. I don't work the way others do. I don't care about what most people do. I want to think my own thoughts, develop my own attitudes and do what I want. I can always handle the repurcusions. If I'm wrong, or my decisions aren't what's best for me, I'll figure it out, and course-correct as needed. I didn't say it was easy or fun being me (although it is somewhat fun), I'm just saying I've gotta be me. And I've done it my way. Happy Birthday to me, and to My Way.
And even though Sinatra made this song his way, I prefer the Elvis in Hawaii version.
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