I'm up too early.

Thinking about so many things. Do I make some people better? I've been told that by some unlikely characters. Do I make some worse? Maybe. I am certainly awesome in the presence of some. And I am not wonderful with others. I want to take credit for the good, like that's the real me. But the bad stuff, it must be the other person, right? I think we are all of it. A sum of ourselves and the people we stand in front of. Such a complicated connection. How do we only project the good?

There are some people that make it difficult. I will not pretend that some are just jerks. It's hard to maintain inner beauty in the presence of dickery. (just made up that word, along the lines of jackassery and douchbaggery.) At least for this Louque, I am ill equipped at times, or well equipped. It depends on how you look at it. Selflessness has almost become innate with me, and thank you, God. But, there is a moment when I will pick up proverbial rocks and throw them at your metaphoric head. I will with my words do a friggin donut in your symbolic yard. I get off the cross all the time, tell you what I really think, and then get back on like a good little martyr. This is not right, but I am not sorry. Maybe I will evolve, but for now, this is it.

I want to busy myself with loving my sweet children. I want to tire myself with giving pedicures, cooking good food, and dancing. I want to use my superpowers for the good. Do the same.