Wrestling with Old, Short-Lived Piety

Wrestling with Old Short Lived Piety

9-23-11

((Written from downstate to upstate)) 

I am in a car with three other people, none of whom are my significant others, and have been for several hours. For the next two and a half days I will be away from home and I am already feeling the isolation, which is probably not the best thing on the planet for me to be feeling right at this moment.
This is not to say that what I am feeling is in any way their fault at all. It isn’t. As I said before, they aren’t my sweeties. None of my sweeties could come with on this trip, for various reasons.
Alone in a hotel room.
Alone with my thoughts.
Alone with my nightmares.
I can almost hear the pious child that I was (for a minute, admittedly) telling me that Jesus would be with me if I opened my heart to Him. Thank you, but no thanks. If that means that I live in Hell, then so be it. I live in reality and this reality is a temporary phase transition, overall.
So, I guess, in this instance, I choose to be alone in a hotel room with my thoughts and my nightmares. At least some of them might give me decent fodder for poetry, blogs, and stories. In the meantime, I get to try not to give into stupid urges.