Like many young people, I was once a young person myself. And like many young people, I wanted to “find myself.” So I tried all sorts of drugs, even hallucinogens, but I was nowhere to be found. So I tried self-help books, but I wasn’t there either. Transcendental Meditation. I fell asleep. Therapists, and even a psychiatrist, tried their level best to assist me with my quest. All to no avail. I was not to be found. The struggle continued. I tried charity work, which was fulfilling in its own way, but Jim Bourque was still AWOL. Nothing worked.
Once, I was describing to a friend my long, frustrating, unsuccessful quest to find myself and he said, “Did you look in your other pants?”
With grave doubts and no small measure of trepidation, I approached the laundry hamper and pulled away a couple of dirty towels, various mismatched socks, and a pair of underpants. Sure enough, there I was, in a pair of khaki chinos. I’ve been with me ever since.
Myself being recently found, I must admit never having an inkling I was lost prior to the event. My foundness emerged recently and surfaced over a brief period, triggered by a gift from Leatherman tool from a friend. Worn daily, I am now complete. Ironically, it’s too late to matter much and I, and those around me, don’t give a shit anyway. But W really do like the Leatherman. Thanks, JC.
LOL! 😂😂😂 Why didnt i think of that?!