I owe all of my friends here on WordPress, an explanation why I mysteriously disappeared off the face of the Earth for 8 days. Eight days were how long it took me to get over one particular trauma that resulted in the loss of my driver’s licence, and up until that fateful day, I had a clean record for 40 years! The point is, I find it difficult sometimes to explain my depression to people, because I know that I’ve hurt them, or at least caused them some concern, for leaving everyone in the dark, when I have my moody boots on! And because for research about depression, I have to be honest, but not so honest that the men with the white coats come to take me away…
The pills work, but they’re not perfect. Sometimes I fall into a hole I just can’t get out of! My Uncle had a photographic memory, and to an extent, so do I. I can relive an event in my mind so completely, that it takes the length of the experience itself, for me to live it through; so I can lay around and think all day quite comfortably. That can be healthy or unhealthy, depending upon what experience I relive. That’s not supposed to happen! I’m supposed to be a robot!
So in effect, my recalling being thrown in jail for something I was forced to do, and loose my licence for one DUI (The lesser of two evils) further up north, so I lost my licence forever, when I know people further south, on their 5th. DUI charge! Besides, I only drove 5 feet! I could have just been re-parking the car for all they knew…
Don’t ever go to Algonquin Park! The place is crawling with cops! You’re supposed to be ‘getting away from it all’, not going to jail, because you were set up! Cops all out to get promoted, arresting innocent people just looking for a quiet place, and a swim! Is that so much to ask? Somebody ought to do something about that! The Police now, in general, are just bullies! They have too much power over civilians…
So, for the last 8 days I’ve been in a rage, reliving the silly thing! And it’s not like I have a choice; my mind takes me over… Wisely, I chose not to come to my computer and slap all this spewage on my friends! And between these ‘experiences’, I can only sleep, I’m so exhausted! I don’t go nuts on anyone! I do keep it all locked in my head; talk about ‘Writer’s Block!’ So if this happens again, I’m just brooding… OK? Nothing serious! I’ll get over it… I hate my brain!! Stupid brain!!
All I did was sleep as much as I could, because sleep is my only refuge from it! At times I can hit a glitch, but now I’m back with all my superhuman capabilities, and a free whistle! Might ask my General Practitioner to switch me back to my former meds… I thank you for your patience, encouragement, and understanding! Now if you don’t mind, I’m just gonna go rip the wings off some insects… Not to worry… I’ll be gentle…
I’m so tired of being alone and afraid;
I think instead today, I’ll have it made!
After all, the world had a downgrade;
I can’t take it any more!
No one ever seems to know or see;
that they will always be a part of me!
This isolation is no way to be free;
I can’t take it anymore!
I can feel your cold and vacant mind;
I watch your dying heart unwind!
I don’t feel it’s in you to be kind;
I can’t take it anymore!
You rush about, as if you’re a breeze;
and simply come and go as you please!
No more valuable to me than a sneeze;
I can’t take it anymore!
So now you’re nothing, with nothing to fear;
Don’t walk away when I say: ‘Come here’!
You’re not the kind of dog I want to be near;
I can’t take it anymore!
I woke up this morning, and right away, I caught my microwave talking to my stove; all their lights were flashing some strange code only they could understand! I told them to either behave, or I would refurbish them both! So that solved that problem… Then Bonehead said he thought he should get a job, one month after his heart attack! So I said: ‘Here we go again!’ Then he said that maybe he should rob banks…
So I said: ‘Right! A man in his early 50’s was found dead in front of The Bank this morning, with a big sack full of money beside him! He apparently couldn’t take the stress! The Chief of Police was quoted as saying, that this is a disgrace! It use to be we could take pride in our thieves! But this? This brings shame on the entire Police force!’ Bonehead had a fit of laughter at least, to begin his day…
Bonehead stayed over-night to help me clean, because our new queen size mattress is arriving today! Well, not on it’s own! It’s more the story of: ‘Moldy Dick!’ You see, being on disability and all, you have to wait until your mattress is actually attacking you before you can replace it. I’m getting a quality mattress. That’s not the problem. The problem is, that our mattress is growing mold, and we want to get rid of it before it gets into the foundation!
Bonehead and I have seen houses condemned because mold has gotten into the foundation! Worse yet if it should get into your lungs! People can die from this kind of ‘black mold’… Don’t be fooled by ‘Mold and Mildew Remover’ products. If it’s on the outside of your bathroom tiles, odds are it has made its way into the foundation of your house.
And once that happens, the house is doomed! It’s only a matter of time. There’s no real cure for that. Not yet anyway… Leslie can hardly wait for the new mattress and box-spring; now there’s a girl who should tie a mattress to her back! Not that I mind :O)
Why not? You’ve got just about everything else I can give! I’ve been here 4 years!! And the most likes I EVER got was 17, on a blog about writing blogs oddly enough… I just had a visit to OM’s blog (Opinionated Man) He put up like four sentences of absolute tripe, and got 1468 likes and a huge whack of comments! I see! The object here to be appreciated, is NOT TO BE A WRITER!
I’m not writing reams of shit, just to sit in a corner by myself! It figures brain power would rate low amongst a bunch of savages! I’ve got one person who likes me! One who comments and acts like a friend; ‘infinite Zip’ She’s an odd-ball too! If you think we’re strange, take a look in the mirror sometime!
Well I’m not coming back ’till I fucking well feel like it; which may prove to be NEVER!!! And only to put a picture (we all have cameras!), and some stupid saying under it! Congratulations ignorant populous! You’ve just lost another one, proving once again, Bloggers are just MORONS!!! Here’s your tiny blog back, ya big, bunch of blogless wonders! SO-LONG SUCKERS!!!
We’re all part of the human collective, so if there’s any subject we ‘all’ can relate to, yet nobody wants to discuss, it’s barfing… I mean, just to know something can come out the same way it went in is disturbing in itself! So one precautionary measure, might be in not eating too fast. Oddly enough, that’s not what I’m here to discuss… I’m here to tell you of a little anecdote I learned, and how it came into play this morning. Needless to say, this is NOT the time to go get a sandwich (A witch that likes to hang out at the beach…).
Anyone who describes drinking as being a good thing, has to be drunk! Have you ever been drunk, and they give you a water-bed to lie on? You get sea sick really fast! This is when we usually employ that one trick everybody knows, in desperate hope of salvation! We put one foot on the floor, and hope to God it stops the room from spinning… If not, we head to the bathroom for more fun and games. As you can see by this picture, neither of this guys feet made it to the floor at all…
Once, when I was sitting out on a fence drunk out of my mind, with some 30 feet and 3 feet of snow between me and the side-door, I was reaching my arm out in desperation, hoping someone would hold me up, so I don’t bury myself trying to get to the door… But everyone who was within the steady stream of people marching in, just pretended I wasn’t there… These are the same people mind you, who will be in a state just like mine, 3 hours from now!
Anyway, I got there myself and was sitting on the side stoop, feeling so sickly, when this girl I have the hots for arrived, she just patted my shoulder and said: ‘Get it up Darrell! Get it up!’ Well, that made me horny, which started my heart racing, and I barfed like I’ve never barfed before! And I felt just capital again, so I marched inside, and poured myself a drink… Some people never learn… However, I did learn something that night!
Better out than in…
Some people are just naturally a little sickly in the mornings. With others, it creeps up on them as they age… Now, knock on wood, (knocks on head) I don’t have that problem. This morning, Leslie woke up looking as pale as a ghost! So I spotted a noodle down the sink drain in the bathroom, from where Tim had barfed, and thought it just the thing! So I walked into the bedroom and told her about the noodle! She got really angry and said: ‘DON’T TELL ME STUFF LIKE THAT!!’ But the seed had been planted. About one minute later, she ran into the washroom and barfed her guts up! Mission accomplished!
So the next time someone doesn’t feel very well, the best thing you can do for them, is make them sick! Talk about runny eggs and under-cooked bacon, and watch them make a bee line for the washroom! Or bring them a bowl of porridge… It looks like somebody already ate it! Perhaps cruel to be kind, in the right measure, can be just what the Doctor ordered… Anyway, Sneezing’s Greetings! BTW, if you look like the girl above, seek food!