Life is full of beautiful complications. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but more and more I can’t fight the feeling that I just don’t know the rules. I feel like my friend Adrian who once evaded a ticket from an undercover TABC officer breaking up a party at his apartment by explaining that “he was not from this country…he didn’t know the rules.” Years later I can still hear him saying those words, and lately I find myself laughing inside and crying out “I don’t know the rules.”
How did I get here? Where am I going? If only I could pick a course and focus…but I am driven to distraction.
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