The universe messing with my head

So I'm walking back from my therapist tonight. I had a ick filled session where when I peel away the smiling geek, peel away the snobbish intellectual, peel away the kinky fur pig of a bear.... I find a bitter angry center that really hides the central message that I'm worthless. Thanks dad! I glad to know that your pot, drums, model trains, real trains, work, stereo system and the yard were more important than me. Thanks mom for letting you mothers death when you were ten cause you to get married 16 and be more of a child that I was when I was eight. Oh yeah, I can wait for you to finish writing another award winning poem to be read by Garrison Keelor.

I digress. So I'm walking home and a homeless man asks me "Do you have a pipe?" Now of all the damn questions to ask! The universe is messing with my head. Was that a time traveler coming to the past to do the least possible to prevent me from making a glorious future. Or it was an angel trying to tell me that my recent pipe smoking and the kink that goes along with it is evil and I should turn back.

Then the realist in me kicks in. It's night and I'm wearing a hoodie and dark glasses. He thinks I'm a stonner and is asking to share. I am not like my dad!

So time to do the dishes and trying to integrate my self again. Now with sarcasm and bitterness!