Bar Coded Poop

This morning, when walking the dog, was the first time in my life I
ever saw dog-poop with a bar-code on it. Bar-coded dog poop!! I could
have used the scanner on my phone to find out what she had gotten in
to, but I didn't.
If I had, it wouldn't have surprised me if I was the first person in
history to do just that!

Imagine:

I take my girlfriend Terry on a month long road trip across Florida and up the eastern seaboard. The sights are spectacular, the beaches are awesome, hotel stays are very nice. She has new experiences, makes new friendships; a lifetime of warm, beautiful memories are coming out of this vacation.

But there is one tiny setback: In the first week of our trip I hold a brass lighthouse sculpture for her to look at before accidentally dropping it on one of her toes, shattering it. She screams, of course, but I take her and the mangled, bleeding mess that's her toe to a nearby hospital. They are very competent with their surgery and repair, everything is fine now, it's only one small toe after all, so we should be all set to enjoy the rest of our trip, right?

Knowing her, she's going to bitch and moan about the pain. BUT-  She will also joke about it as she enjoys the rest of the trip. I do everything I can to make her comfortable, we both have a wonderful time. The beautiful experience is what we will always remember; the broken toe is incidental, not the main focus.

In our 3+ year relationship, she has helped me to grow, learn, discover and learn about myself. Terry has transformed my life in positive, wonderful ways. But she has hurt me as well, as unintentionally as dropping a heavy object on my toe. How stupid, selfish and myopic I would be if I walked out of her life because of mistakes that she is very sorry for! And, yes I've hurt her as well. But we're still together, loving, learning and growing.

Life should be our focus, not the pain that comes with  it.

Tue, 06Jun2012

I need a coach, a trainer. I am Atrophe Incarnate. I cannot stand up because I've never taken a stand. Now, I can see. The first time in my life, I can see. The light is harsh, glaring, painful; The light is beautiful, amazing.... this sudden, uninvited enlightening is thrilling, agonizing, tragic, inspiring....
I'm not making sense, am I?
Life. I'm talking about LIFE!!!
I am awake for the first time. The shell I grew up in, the shell they built to keep knowledge out, ignorance in (based on biblical literalism, fundamentalism, satan's world against us, God's Chosen People) THAT shell broke, shattered in 2008. I didn't mean to break it. Shit, I didn't even know it was there! All I did was invite a piece of a fragment of some information derived from a fact. That's all it took.
I've tried standing on my own but I can't. I need rainers guided by a doctor that isn't sick & trapped in some other shell.
The religion, the cult sheltered me from LIFE my entire life. Now I'm free. But I'm not free. Because I cannot walk. Not yet. I will.
I need help getting started.   17May2012

I did NOT want to write about this

so I won't.

The entire room is spattered!

Is it possible to sneeze and vomit simultaneously? If so, think of the mess that would make!

2012 is The End Of The World! Yayyy!!!

May the new year see you happier than last year & the year before. You'd better be happy, cuz the whole world's gonna end this year. Yup! True! It's all predicted by the ancient Mayan civilization that, for mysterious reasons, weren't able to use their powers of prediction to avoid getting wiped out! Oh, waitaminute, It wasn't death & destruction they predicted- it's the many money/fame-grubbing charlatans that'd have you believe otherwise- their calendar only predicted that 2012 will be the end of an old 'cycle', and the start of a new. (Whatever a 'cycle' means.) The start of a new.... think about it.... That belief has no room for Doomsday if there's going to be a new 'anything', right? Right??? Think about it people! Before you join any cliff-jumping, poison-drinking group that wants to check out before the world's shit is supposedly gonna hit the fan. Curiosity probably didn't kill the cat, but it's ignorance that's killing the humans.

Got solutions! but only when I don't need them :-/

It is easy (almost) to think of something that can help me out of a depressive slump, out of an "emotional black hole." It's not that hard to come up with solutions and strategies- when I really don't need them! When I'm feeling fine & dandy, I can think of them! But when I really need to work my way out of those dark slumps, I usually can't figure out how!!!

Messed up, isn't it?