Dancing In The Dark
Like human females, while enjoying a night out, a lady rhino should always take care…
Like human females, while enjoying a night out, a lady rhino should always take care…
Truth be told, I wasn’t exactly enthralled by Neil Young’s voice when I first heard him sing all those years ago. But, being that “Old Man” was released so close on the heels of my father’s death, it naturally caught my attention. And now, having been reminded of it again by my TV, it’s occurred to me just how much my life has come full circle from that time.
The title to this post is from a recurring joke in my internal dialog, originating from some long-forgotten line in a movie about acting. In case you haven’t noticed, a major underlying theme of this blog is my confusion about (and outright resentment towards) the stupid roles we’re all forced to play in order to “fit in” with those around us.
I wonder. Could it be that living with such doubt in our minds is the very reason why we humans have always craved the comfort and support, imagined or not, of life in a community? In the end, I don’t know. I also don’t know if my paranoia, by isolating me from the “evil” influence of others, has actually helped me through the years, or if maybe, just maybe, a few more “Gibbs slaps” from others might well have done me some good…
We all have memories we’d rather not dwell on. Memories of decisions we’ve made that have haunted us ever since. And I think we all wonder how things might have been different had we, or others, made different choices.
It occurs to me that there may be one or two people out there who’ve been wondering what’s up with the dramatic drop off in postings for this blog, so I thought I should at least make some attempt to explain it all…
Well, I haven’t posted since Mother’s Day. I’ve been a little busy with doctors appointments, new medications, catching up on my DVR recordings (that I got behind on worrying about all of that), and dreading all the damned appointments to come. Those who know me, and manage to give a shit anyway, will understand why what follows are apt reflections of the turmoil going on in my head…
Well, I was finally forced to drag my ass into the V.A.’s urgent care clinic yesterday…
As far as I’m concerned, Dave Jacka is a real-life superhero, and his story is an inspiration for us all…
I really hate not being able to post. Unfortunately, my rollercoaster ride of a life just gets in the way. And then, when I do get it together enough to sit down and “creatively vent” as this blog was intended, my ever-freezing PC often just refuses to cooperate. So, I’m left with my thoughts and my ideas crashing together and piling up, like so many cars on an iced over Michigan freeway. Sigh…
At any rate, one big thing I so wanted to post about was my Ohio State Buckeyes becoming the 1st College Football National Champions of the new playoff era on Monday night…