This Empathetic Song

This Empathetic Song

“Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.” – Janet Fitch There’s a little girl who lives with me. She’s amazing in every single way that I could think of and she finds a way to make me smile every single day. I don’t know how she does it, but my head could be doing whatever my 37-year-old head is doing at any particular time and, no matter what rabbit hole I’ve entered, she can usually bring me out of it. So, when this little girl who lives with me is starting to raise questions of self-worth, a piece of me dies, a piece of me cries, a piece of me smiles, and a piece of me is warmed. The heart-strings in this empathetic song are resonant. My little roommate is going through the first change from a little girl, into a little person. Her needs are no longer animalistic and basic. Her needs are much deeper. She is beginning to wonder who she is. Not even ten years into this existence she is starting to feel the pressure with existentialism. That is something that she doesn’t know about at this time, but it brings her closer to her father than she could ever know. She is sharing in something that is so fundamentally human, and it is exciting to be a part of. She hasn’t opened the door to true existentialism, but she is knocking. She’s asking these first questions in her head. She is broaching the subject of self-worth. The gateway drug to philosophical pontifications. Like her mother before her, and her mother before hers,...
My Once, Innocent Dreams

My Once, Innocent Dreams

“Great men hallow a whole people, and lift up all who live in their time.” – Sydney Smith My Once, Innocent Dreams The fetal position feeds on me. Arms swallow me whole, digesting my insides on outsides. My mouth opens, drooling on me. I wipe the shame that came from my insides. It is salty. It is mine. I only share when it’s my idea to share. I fall asleep. Mind wanders on. Head struck by lightning, electrifying my once, innocent dreams. You lift me. Raising my spirits. Giving me the hope that I so desperately need. No more dreams. No more release. Just a moment to appreciate the things you...
The Colors of the Rainbow

The Colors of the Rainbow

“If the world’s a veil of tears, Smile till rainbows span it.” –  Lucy Larcom The Colors of the Rainbow I saw so many colors on Saturday – cool colors mellow colors warm colors. No matter what color they were they were happy and gay. I saw so many magnificent minds lighting up the street with the hunger of humanity eagerly enveloping everyone in earshot. Yes, friends, it was a sight to behold it was a sight to believe it was a sight to bestow. We discussed life, love and laughter. We never discussed the hereafter. When you are out and about and living in the now, you don’t think about the harm in humanity. The moment is wrapped in permanence, if only for a fleeting moment. On Saturday we were all happy and gay. I only saw two colors on Sunday – they were dark and they were cold. A few hours earlier we were waiting for life to take us in its wings. We were ready to keep living and loving and laughing. We were singing and dancing and exalting. Our song, our dance, our praises will go on and fade to a new song, a new dance, a new day. For some Sunday was the last dance. It was the last song. It was the last day. Always remember your last song, remember the warm feeling remember your connection to humanity. Remember to keep on laughing and loving and...

Never Get Caught

Such a magical time of year. The leaves are changing color. The morning air is crisp. My football team is in first place (for now). Baseball is winding down into another storied playoff season. Fall TV returns to the airways. Now, people who know me, know that I hate the first two things on the list, but get super excited about the other three. I won’t talk much about the Bears or baseball right now though. More on that later. Which show am I most excited to return to the airways. I got a sneak peek with Parks and Recreation coming before the others. Yes, I love that show, but that is not the one I was the most excited to see. Laura and I watched seven seasons of How I Met Your Mother in less than 4 weeks. The return was, wait for it, well worth it. Funny as always. Ted was same old mopy Ted and Barney was same old Barney and Robin was, eh? I love the show as much as I love its drinking game, but it’s not the one I was waiting for. New Girl came next and gave us two solid episodes opening night. I am not sure if I like New Girl or Happy Endings better. Both comparable, but I think New Girl is taking the edge. Not just my crush on Zooey, but my man crush on Jake Johnson. He makes me laugh just about anything he says. But alas, this is not the one I was waiting for. Now, I have been thoroughly pissed at Showtime. Jenji Kohan in particular. The Weeds finale was the biggest piece of shit garbage I have...

What Would Jesus Do?

Beautiful days are beautiful. Beautiful women are beautiful. Beautiful souls are beautiful. Life is beautiful. The saying is that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Is beauty then not universal? Is there no objectively beautiful woman on the planet? I just tried to objective women. Beautiful women are beautiful. If everyone has a sense of what is beautiful then the world should be a much better place. It has to be a better place. I’m sure some cynics would ask about how a blind person knows what beauty is. Beautiful souls are beautiful. I wish that some people would take a few minutes out of their day to realize what beauty is. Otherwise they are just being ugly. There are too many “individuals” out in the world today, facing their own narcissism, to realize that even if someone is different or has different views or dresses different or speaks different that they are not beautiful. Humanity is beautiful. The very idea that man or woman can read this string of words and take meaning to it is beautiful. We are all human. Humans are beautiful. I believe Jesus preached the same message. It makes me wonder why it is that the very people who claim to love his message and live a life by it can find so much hatred in their hearts to find their human family ugly. Homosexuals are human. Heterosexuals are human. Muslims are human. Democrats are human. Arabs are human. Socialists are human. Women are human. Humans are beautiful. Have you ever seen those bracelets. Like the yellow ones that say livestrong. They...

so…let’s begin

I’ve been here and I’ve been there. I’ve seen this and I’ve seen that. I’ve read this and I’ve read that. I’ve done this and I’ve done that. There are no surprises here. No revelations. Nothing profound. This is simply an exhibit to show that I can discuss any topic that I want to without really divulging anything. Maybe that’s bullshit. Maybe I will divulge something here and there. It is, after all, words that I am writing down to construct a(n) (in)complete thought. The thought originates in the chaos of the synapses located within my barley battered brain. My brain that has for the past 31 odd years been getting me out of and in to some weird shit. That is probably what I will use this forum for. To vomit on the page some of the weird shit that I think. It could be about politics. It could be about entertainment. It could be about sports on television. It could be about nothing. I take suggestions as well. That is just an aside. The introductions are usually weak. It’s the meat and potatoes that most people look forward to. From here on out, until I get bored or cease to be, I will provide a bit more substance to the random, nonsensical shit that churns in my head. please to...