Cynical_Hermit's blog

So I finished reading Eddings' Belgaraid series again, one of the first fantasy series I actually read, and while looking through the book case for something new I came across this poem I had written tucked away in Wizard's First Rule by Goodkind.  So I just thought I would share it and see what the masses think. 

Now normally I am fairly tolerant of the IQ challenged we seem to be swarmed over on a daily basis.  This morning I had to take my grandfather in to have a cathiter replacement done for his dialysis.  He's in there for nearly 4 hours...a hell of a long time to wait in the waiting room.  So I of course would go up and talk to the nurse at the receptionist desk to get a status check.  I kid you not, the first three times she asks me if I have an appointment and starts hadning me a clipboard full of forms.  Ok, I can understand the first...maybe even the second time, but 3 times within one hou

Now normally I am fairly tolerant of the IQ challenged we seem to be swarmed over on a daily basis.  This morning I had to take my grandfather in to have a cathiter replacement done for his dialysis.  He's in there for nearly 4 hours...a hell of a long time to wait in the waiting room.  So I of course would go up and talk to the nurse at the receptionist desk to get a status check.  I kid you not, the first three times she asks me if I have an appointment and starts hadning me a clipboard full of forms.  Ok, I can understand the first...maybe even the second time, but 3 times within one hou

A hermit does as a hermit will, but what that might be not even the hermit will say.  So instead as I drape myself once more in thought and solitude I shall leave you with a simple poem of mine.  Something that might bring a brief moment of silence, a laugh, a tear or perhaps just a shake of the head...one cannot really know how words will affect them until they absorb them...so absorb and enjoy until next our next possible crossing of paths.

A hermit does as a hermit will, but what that might be not even the hermit will say.  So instead as I drape myself once more in thought and solitude I shall leave you with a simple poem of mine.  Something that might bring a brief moment of silence, a laugh, a tear or perhaps just a shake of the head...one cannot really know how words will affect them until they absorb them...so absorb and enjoy until next our next possible crossing of paths.