Games

Raucousness does not become me, I think. Does it really do much for anyone? Perhaps. Though I think that boistrous me is bumbling me - stepping on the toes of others. Wild- and unruli-ness foster asperity. When I become rowdy and reckless - even during innocent activities- I am cruel. Without premeditation, I splurt out gutter vernacular: things at home only in the mental wastebasket. I am crass and sarcastic, offensive to all but myself - until the afterhours of personal reprimand occur and my thoughtless comments replay in a more calm mind. Then, I see myself as I could be: that boogie man: bug-filled burlap, crawlers scarcely contained by loose stitches and mouth a rough tear in the broadcloth. But I don't want to be that boogie woman. So I think I've decided I won't be. But I don't think that means I can't be crazy once in a while. Just less so.