This Yellow Taxi Cab In Which I Ride

Trips, vacations, and the like are wonderful and problematic. For some reason, my mind associates taking a trip and/or a vacation as a next step or some sort of progression of my life. I find myself, in the time leading up to a trip/vacation, developing an I-no-longer-care-at-all-about-anything-current attitude, which I suppose is due to the misconception that I am leaving all of the current anythings behind. While it is true that current anythings are being left behind, my brain does not wish to allow the reality of the situation (that I will, in fact, be returning from the trip/vacation and, thus, will need to pick up where I left off, so I shouldn't leave too big of a mess) to be present in my thoughts. This makes me wonder... is it just me? Or do we all have that sense of "moving on" from the current when we take a trip or vacation? Sadly, trips and vacations are not permanent. They are not "next steps" to something other than the current. They are sim

The end is nigh. It may seem silly to say that the world ends at the point of each individual's death, but I believe it does. For when you die, your world certainly ends. I'm heartbroken, right now, and disappointed in myself. A former coworker of mine passed away last Sunday and today is the funeral. I missed the calling hours. I'm missing the funeral now. I can't bring myself to go. Joe Maher was a really nice guy. He almost always had a smile on his face and told jokes quite often. He had a real cynical sense of humor at times and delivered his sarcasm with an ironic laugh. Joe often joined myself and a handful of others for group lunch outings and was always part of the group for outside-of-work activities. Joe wasn't cut out for the work that we do. I'm not cut out for it either; I don't think anyone really is. Joe drank to attempt to wash away that emotional burden that we bear. Joe was a big fan of "Pumped up Kicks" by Foster the Peo