Is it just me or are you like this too? What I’m talking about here is do you have a sick mind? I am not a bad guy, honestly I’m not! I am happily married with kids etc etc. But I have a sick mind. A gutter mind. A warped mind.
Here’s how it works. In church, the pastor would say, “Jesus is coming again!” Guess what goes through my mind then? Yes! I think sexual! I feel like crap for not only thinking something so blasphemous but in church to boot? Nooo! There are also songs that beg Jesus to ‘come inside me’. How could I not go to town with that? Hello! Sick guy here!
Nothing is too sacred and nothing is safe from the machinations of my sexually warped mind. I am not bragging, it’s a curse! I might need to speak to someone. A shrink maybe? Did you talk to someone? Are you like this? Am I normal? Come on, talk to me!
Did I mention that I am also a Christian? Well duh! Why else would I be in church? To steal communion or partake of the bread and wine? Maybe I need a good confession. But isn’t that what I’m doing right now? And what would I say? “Of forgive me father for I have sinned. I er…uhm…apply sexual connotations to normal conversations and pervade even the most innocent of conversations.” Hmm…that kinda has a nice ring to it, don’t you agree?
Back to my issue, I am one sick mofo! Be careful what you say to me and please don’t tell me please come again.
I started walking on my lunch breaks to get away from my desk and get some much-needed exercise. It is going great! Kinda lonely, but I have my thoughts to keep me company. I found that some of these thoughts were strange, weird, random and on the crazy side. Here are yesterday’s thoughts from my stroll…
Great day for walking. I will do about an hour today. Should I put my cell in my pocket or hold it in my hand? Ok, pocket it is. Nah, hand is better. Looks cooler. Car keys in other hand. Now we are good to go. Hey! That blonde just checked me out! And another! And another! I must look not-too-bad. Shit! Did I remember to suck my gut in and square my shoulders? Can’t remember. Look at the legs/ass on that girl in the shorts…oh nevermind, just some teenie girl trying to look older than she is. What’s with these young girls today? Should I turn here? No, go on a bit more. It’s still early into the walk. Here is perfect! Where the heck am I? Holy shit! I walked far! I still have to get back to my car. Uh huh…I want to go poo pee bad!
I have been walking behind this lady now for the last 20 minutes. I hope she doesn’t think I’m following her. I am dressed for styling/work, not walking. I must look idiotic. Oh swing those arms! Look like you are walking! You are passing by a school! You don’t want to be mistaken for a pervert. Let them know you are just getting your exercise in. What’s this world coming to anyways? A grown man can’t casually stroll by a school without feeling self-conscious? Ok, I am done with this walking.
Why is that woman sitting on the grass? Why is that girl lying on the grass? Reading or texting? Must be texting, young people don’t read anymore. I seriously want to pee but I just need to get back to my car and get to work. I can pee there. I should pee behind that tree but with my luck, that blogger chick who blogged about seeing too many penises would see mine and blog about it. I.am.seriously.done.
How come I’m the only idiot walking anyways? So many people yet I’m the only exerciser? Nice bike in that yard. I wonder what they would do if I just took it and ride away…Ok, where the hell is my car? It’s almost an hour! I always do this crap. Go walking and forget that I have to walk back. Oh, there it is, just a block away…finally! Now to go back to work and blog about it.