I'm just an animal looking for a home

Journal Entry


Note:  The only changes to this entry are minor corrections to grammar, punctuation, formatting, and spelling.  I’ve also removed any last names which appeared, except in the case of teachers.

The Man Who Was Tired Of Life

To whom can I speak today?
Brothers are evil
And the friends of today unlovable.

To whom can I speak today?
Gentleness has perished
And the violent man has come down on everyone.

To whom can I speak today?
I am heavy-laden with trouble
Through lack of an intimate friend.

To whom can I speak today?
The wrong which roams the earth,
There is no end to it.

Death is in my sight today
As when a man desires to see home
When he has spent many years in captivity.
Reminds me of, aside from my life in general, my series of entries on November 3 (first, second, third).

“Know the right moment.” – The Seven Sages.  So I must find the right moment to prove my love to Maile.

“An argument needs no reason, nor a friendship.” – Ibycus.  Yet, I asked Sabrina why she was friends with me.  Hmmm.

“My mother was accursed the night she bore me, and I am faint with envy of all the dead.” – Euripides.  Yes, I am a curse and desire death.

Maile is supposed to come over today to watch 12 solid hours of Kids In The Hall.  I love Maile.  Who wouldn’t?


Author: mitcharf

vegan, curmudgeon, animal lover, feminist, agnostic, cat whisperer, bookworm, hermit, Red Sox fan, Cthulhu enthusiast, softball player, man-about-town

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