I Really do not want to discuss Politics

I have been putting it off.

Sincerely and seriously, I am about 98% sick and fed up with politics. The other 2%, I know it has a very strong hold on me and to that I say, BOO!

I am going to write this shit maybe this very day...but right now, it has mentally drained me.

I can do it, I know I can.

The only problem is that in the past...I did not feel the words actually being written, my fingers moved on their own....I clicked, clicked, clicked and everything just came together in sentences, even though they might not have been coherent and cogent, they were my ideas and conclusions...at least they wrote themselves, my brain worked, I admit...but after-affects, they were minute.

OR.

Maybe my brain did work, maybe it worked quite a bit- but it lied and told me that it was nothing big. And since then, my mind has decided it takes too much, and this brain doesn't need to be drained, it's already quite fried as it is.
Aaah, I feel its pain...it does hurt in my head...sometimes this special migraine erupts, an explosion does occur, occasionally I relax, tell this brain and mind to take some rest.

It is hard work to think of all things that are intertwined...a affects b, and the effects of b are felt by c, the only problem is that there are also d and e, get past them...there are still 21 more til you're home free.
(then there're combinations but I will leave that to another day)

No.

Even the analogy above needs some work from the nervous me, because a, b, c....they aren't quite the high ballers that you and I make them to be, they're the alphabet and we have not made them the biggest shot callers on all of the worldly deeds. We live in what is a numbers game my friend, infinite and endless, just the old 1, 2, 3...all the way to infinity.

You can play that game and see if you win, I say the game's made the biggest move, Checkmate, yes sir.

We gave it to all to the numbers and although I feel sad for the alphabet, we're the ones who really lose, unless you can tell me, Who is the winner when I can almost always do ONE more than you?

Should have been words...although universal and timeless they also remain, At least a word game only ends the way one believes and wants it to end. I say all of my shit and think I have you outdone, you may say all that is troubling your mind, and me, you think you have me charmed and convinced.

We each rejoice in our own special win.

But wait...there is more, we might even learn, I agree to disagree.