What's Charlie Brown Doing Here????

So, there are days when the Peanuts character, Charlie Brown, seems to reside deep within my hollowed- out soul.  Sound pathetic enough for you? 

God, I hope so ... or you’re just cruel. 

And I know he’s in there, because I can hear his lonely "call out" echoing in my head.

 “CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT?”

I have always thought of myself as more of a Peppermint Patty/Snoopy combination, so when I hear that plaintive call of his,  my first thought is, “What the hell is Charlie Brown doing inside me?”

And then I break out in a sweat because “Holy Shit!” I realize, “He's asking me!" 

Where the Hell is Lucy and her 5-cent therapy stand?

I’m guessing Dr. Lucy is off on vacation, or propped up against a keyboard some place mooning over some *Could-not-be-more-detached* musician.  (Now, there’s a case of "Physician, heal thyself!")

But back to Charlie … I seem to be stuck with Chuck and his *impossible-to-answer* question.

So, I clothe myself in the gossamer gown filled with sad, discarded memories, lie under a firmly rooted being,  and pray that perhaps I shall come upon a balanced truth for Charlie

and for me...