So here’s the thing about me.

I don’t do too well with praise. I don’t know how to react. I sort of wince, they can probably can see it on my face because when I meet their eye (after having looked at my feet long enough for the moment to pass) they look at me strangely with their head at a slant or sometimes with a thin straight line smile.

I ask myself later…embarrassed? Is it that I am playing humble or am I repeating it in my head trying to figure out if it sounds right? Does it fit? Is that me? Could someone pass me my drink so I can ponder over it some more??

Blogging is new…writing is old…how old I can’t remember…what got me writing I cant remember…I am drifting away from where I was and with calculated reason.

In the song “I’ve got you under my skin” there is this part that goes

“Don’t you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
’cause I’ve got you under my skin” 

On the back of my very first guitar I etched those letters “NCW” sort of to remind me, who I was (a bad thing to do, even I will tell you that now in hindsight) and anyone who said anything to the contrary I didn’t believe. Still don’t actually.

So I watch my feet, say thank you unconvincingly or most times give a quiet hmm and nudge the conversation forward.

But now and again when I am alone and thinking.