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My personal (and totally unexpected) reckoning with angels of the guardian variety has never been comfortable territory for me to wander within.
I figure that's why LME, my TGA, manifested in a full blown bout of delusional schizophrenia sprinkled with a healthy portion of oppositional defiance disorder. when she arrived to help me course-correct my misguided life.
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Wishing my 84 year old father "good cheer" seems an appropriate place to start today... it being his birthday and all.
Why, then, did I start this day's actual recording with a somewhat pathetic apology for the pile of hong kong phooey that ensues?
Well... one factor might be how high I am.
And we know how forgetful I am.
And how likely I am to lose my train of thought which makes me prone to derailing any thought at any time, even thoughts I was trying to complete as I'm completing them which immediately turns into a scramble of some verbal reactive dexterity in an attempt to save face coherently but having no recollection now where it all began and therefore why we're here... I simply wander around until I say something that sounds like it should have a period after it abruptly putting an end to my current chop suey conversational charade.
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I Voted Today! buttons are not among my collection.
Well... embarrassnigly or admirably - however it is that you want to perceive it - I've never voted in the United States of America. Or at least I don't think I have.
May.
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Wow have I been lazy to start this year or what?
I guess I needed a little of that "hibernation" routine. To see if I'm, in fact, a bear in "meat suit" clothing.
Having come to this realization, well... I decided it was time to embrace my homo sapien sapien build v.8675309 Earth self again and get the f'k out of my bedroom.
In doing so, I grabbed the notes I've been compiling during my absence that account for 3+ hours worth of chit-chat to address.
Unfortunately, the 59+ minutes of nonsense that fell out of my mouth after that managed to address only one of the items in all of my notes.
Expect more of me soon... maybe even today. Because after 5 days off, I have a lot more to say.
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This recording is the very definition of an out of control junk drawer.
And the worst part is that I knew I was muttering clutter and still couldn't help letting it turn into a full blown catastrophe. Boo!!!!
And then in a little "me being me" moment, I end up assigning you the job of fixing all the stuff I messed up in getting us here. Well... assigning might be too strong... but encouraging your full participation? Hell yeah! That I will do always.
I'm glad we had this talk.
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I admit I've had a rather frictionless ride through life thus far. As such I've been preparing for the losses we all inevitably suffer, at least as much as one can do something like that in any meaningful way.
That certainly doesn't make the untimely passing of Ms. Lilly Mae Eaton any less impactful, nor any less devastating. But the wisdom and meaning available to mine in this condition... well it's considerable. And per my usual self I pinball my way there eventually.
So mostly business as usual.
Except when it's not.
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When one boasts openly that they can't recall the last time they experienced a "dark day" - well one should immediately locate all flashlights and any candles on hand because whoa buddy whoa - darkness is falling.
Like now. Right now.
Making statements that come back and bite me in the ass is monkey buckets of fun. I know I've shown considerable talent here but never reinforced that talent with anything close to a positive mental attitude. Now that's my plan.
Go TEAM!!!
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
In my memories, you'll live eternally.
Baby you remind me...
RiP Lilly Mae Eaton
I planned on asking you to kindly overlook the mediocrity my current existence is determined to foist upon thee but that seemed like an offer you'd be savvy enough to refuse. So screw that plan!
In fact, executing direct opposite maneuver now am I.
Instead of pandering for your sympathy, how about you hold this recent string of lackluster lollipops against me. With prejudice.
I can see now that the cactus underwear I'm offering this season is not the undergarment the market wants to buy. Admitting when we're wrong is a sign of strength not weakness. We can always regroup for a summer run.
However, the recent run of prickly B-/C+ results I've produced needs to be recorded in my permanent file via the new TP Report form, the one in triplicate.
A "report card" of my persistent underachievement.
Swwwwwweet.
This moment of accountability may be EXACTLY the dose of "get your head in the game" reality juice I need to reverse psychologize myself into reflexively defying my own authority so that through said defiance I can rise up once again and stop being so lame... !!!
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Are YOU kidding me?
Is this as big a shock to you as it is to me?
Which is why I didn't bother re-listening to this one.
I figure arriving here as we have, at recording four hundred forty-four is enough of an accomplishment. It exceeds every expectation I had.
Buy-A-Lot.
So impressed am I with this overall effort of mine that I felt I've damn well earned myself some me time. An earned day of rest and relaxation to bask in my own glorious glory sounds about right.
In fact, eating a quiet breakfast to celebrate my gloriousness, alone with my inner thoughts... while also sorting some junk mail. Well that was almost as relaxing as deleting unnecessary stuff from my phone was restful. If this were a World of Waynes it would have been a Schwing thing!
Tow. Till. Leigh???
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From the publisher's feed
Hello universe!
As always, my greatest hope in this lifetime is to somehow, some way, get the chance to see you performing at your absolute best.
That day may not be today... I get…
Plainly stated it's become a flustercuck. One that's emerging right now in full cluster. The worst part is that I saw it happening in real time and did nothing to stop it. The blame falls directly on me.
And quite fairly.
For most of my existence I ignored the signs of collapse as they begged to be seen. I pretended the chicanery running rampant across reality would somehow fix itself without intervention.
I watched as truth become maleable, destroying facts in the process. Personal integrity was now a sign of weakness. Reach across the aisle? For what? Only losers compromise.
Winners take all.
Societal accountability? Never heard of it.
I'm clearly at fault for letting things deteriorate the way they did through my decisive inaction. Agree on that we do. However, all of us are now permitting the beat down 21st century life has become.
We aren't winning. Not even a little bit.
We're all bruised. We're all bewildered. We're all rudderless. We're all living as diminished versions of the true selves we arrived here to become. We all know this isn't how it's supposed to be.
Are we ufulfilled fundamentally?
Yep. Sure thing. In fact absolutely positively.
But not broken.
Because never, will I ever, come to a point where I lose my faith in you.
What we are capable of accomplishing by working alongside each other is mind-blowing. Our creative potential knows no limits in this universe! None.
In fact today, together, let's embrace our best selves and bask in the fulfillment that inspires. My humanity is ready to ascend.
I hope yours is too!