Sitting Still
I can't sit still. I know it bugs the hell out of some people. I always feel like I need to be doing something. I can't just talk on the phone, I have to walk around. I can't sit and have a conversation without playing with a game or holding something in my hand. Perhaps it is the result of my mother's encouragement to always accomplish something with each action. "Going upstairs, grab something that needs to go upstairs." she would say. Sometimes I swear cell phones may be the death of me. Too convenient to check things, always near my hands. If I could get rid of one invention, that would be the one. I hate the damn thing but I use it. I suppose I live my life much the same way. I have trouble sitting still. To date my life has been a vast series of locations. It is quite unlike the lives of those that surround me. In South Carolina many will never leave the country much less their own state. Summer is a trip to Myrtle Beach and a famil