I’m telling you what….
If you don’t post everyday or drop a line or opinion everyday, your WordPress fans go away. Not that I had any really but, dang, I have to work for a living and do other important grown up stuff.
I wish I could write everyday…….or come up with something interesting, provocative or controversial or entertaining at a moments notice for my “audiences” viewing pleasure but, I’m only a hack writer and somewhat of a weirdo and have absolutely no talent or unbroken attention span.
I like making stuff up or exaggerating about a life event; mine or someone else’s?
Ok, I lie.
I don’t really like writing or giving an opinion on politics; especially not in today’s world , nor in this current partisan mood.
Twitter will KILL me!
It seems like the older I get the more I am concerned with the world around me and the future of my species.
Does it you?
Why should I worry about that, anyhow?
Is it because I have kids and grandkids?/
Is it because I want them to have a peaceful and fruitful life and a beautiful world? /
Of course, I do.
I’m not a freaking monster.
Would I worry about the world after I’m dead if I had, had no progeny?
I’d like to think I would but, unfortunately I am anti-social with borderline personality disorder and am completely self absorbed, so….fuck’em.
The same thing goes for my opinion on religion/s.
I am what you would call….non-commital.
I believe that organized religion is corrupt in God’s eyes.
I believe that God still talks to man but no one knows it.
I believe that Jesus was the literal son of God, just as we all are.
I believe that there have been many men and women that have been “touched” by the finger of God and have taught many many essential truths.
Sorry, my train of thought just derailed….
I am becoming more jaded, the older I get.
The more I put my opinions or thoughts down on the screen and reread them, I ponder my words and come to the startling summation that I am either crazier than hell, a grumpy old man or a normal Joe Schmoe…..
That’s probably the scariest thought….am I actually normal?
No, that’s crazy, I know I’m batshit.
I have to be. I can’t be normal!
That would ruin my whole deal if I was normal!
I’ve been under the self diagnosed assumption that I am crazy, off kilter, a dysfunctional unit, a piñata that’s full of shit.
If I’m normal, I am going to be very disappointed in God when I see him.
If he tells me that I was the only normal man on earth, after everything single mean thought I’ve ever had, shoplifted piece of candy, cruel or biased judgmental observation, every dirty sex thought(I’m a freaking pervert, I swear) or any bad thing that has flashed thru my drug and or alcohol addled mind at the moment, I’ll kill myself…again.
Right there, in front of God, I will blow my freaking brains out.
I can’t be normal, I just can’t!
All of the excuses I’ve ever had won’t be worth a shit!
Ok, that train of thought complete, let’s continue: shall we?
I know I’m crazy.
I’ve read up on it!
I fit like 4 different patterns of mental illness!
I don’t like talking about politics because I hate hypocrisy and everyone else’s opinion is bullshit.
Same goes for religion….
I am what I am.
I am spiritual.
I am bi-partisan.
I love my country but believe national borders are wrong.
I also believe there are evil people and that hard, unpopular decisions must be made to protect the innocent and meek among us; to protect freedom of will, choice and worship.
I believe that our way of life hangs in the balance, as it has for generations upon generations.
I believe that we are not alone in this universe.
It’s illogical….and arrogant
The place is just too big, and its still growing.
Change does that.
Evolution does that.
Innovation, prosperity, war and famine….does that.
We used to throw rocks at the moon and some people on this earth still make huts out of cow shit so, there….
How’s that high horse riding, now?
Our planet, to the best of our limited knowledge based on rules, guidelines and words created by fallible men, is said to be 4 billion years old.
Oh, words are hissing noises or guttural noises and we have spelling bees….
This world does not need us, we need it.
I know that I am nothing.
I know that I am everything.
I know that I am a miracle of evolutionary progress and I used to pee in my pants.
I know that change never ends.
There will be others after us…
I believe that it is the doom of man that we forget
…….and I can’t remember shit.
Thx for wasting time with me.