Mood Regulation

There are about 5 Dr. Hook songs I just love...when I get on a Dr. Hook kick I make a shuffle mix
with Cat Stevens, Gordon Lightfoot, Leonard Cohen, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell & Supertramp...I call it old timey music. Being that it is now 2020 some of that music is a half century am I.

With WW3 looming, Australia on fire and Frump impeached (to no avail) - things seem bleak...but only if you let yourself go there. I just cannot. Why be worried about world peril when you can concentrate on the stupidity of your neighbours for waiting until the day after the last garbage day to fill the fucking shared garbage bin so that now with over a week left until the next pick up the bin is already full? This is getting added to my life rule post I am working on.

My sister asked me if I would do mushrooms ever again (I haven't partaken since I was a teen) and after some thought I rejected the idea...mainly because I am not willing to mess with whatever my brain is up to right n…

No thanks...

HIGH SCHOOL REUNIONS: You could not pay me to attend one of these things...I skipped the 20 and the 25 yr reunion and this year marks the 30 year and I still have zero desire to go. My instant reaction is that I am in touch with all the ppl from high school that I care to see already so...the event itself would not be something I am interested in...then I start I not want to go b/c I don't really feel that the present day ME is good enough...? Did I have loftier plans for myself that never came to fruition due to life circumstance and status?

I have been pondering this a lot and think I have come up with the honest truth of the matter.

A) There is much truth that I don't really care about the rest of the Powell River high school crowd - Aside from the handful of friends I have kept up with from that time - I couldn't give less of a shit about a majority of the rest of them. Plain truth.

B) High school was such a shit time in my life - I am not drawn to …


These life moments...markers.

Like when layers, rings of sediment of different colors, dug out of the ancient ground tell the history of their culmination. These markers flood back sometimes, it is like getting hit by a train...when you are nowhere near a train track. You find yourself disarmed and stunned by the power these markers still hold within you.
I had a lighthouse moment in my life once...a person being my lighthouse...and I, the proverbial lost boat on the ocean, hit the rocks anyway.

Looking back it seems so clear how lost I was that not even a beacon of hope that this person was could steer me straight.

I am speaking annoyingly metaphorically - I know.
Speaking plain would sound like a pitiful tale of regret and woebegone tale spinning. It is not really like that...just typical What If moments in life...self examination and self judgment.

Things managed to fall into place....eventually.

I just read the definition of "proverbial" 5x to make sure I was using it co…

Aeons ago....

Olympic champion worst blogger person...

I think I have gotten to the point where I feel like people's opinions and meanderings online are useless and good for nothing so getting on here and blathering on seems like I am being a hypocrite. Guess I better sew this badge on my jacket and face the the facts.

I am finding myself becoming a bit more center of the left and right these days. The extreme liberal ideology has become as revolting as the extreme right wing assholery. Leaves me feeling like punching almost everyone in the face. Common sense has gone out the window...I am still left leaning without a doubt but there are certain topics where I am finding myself not as left as I would have been 5 yrs ago. This climate where people haven't the sense to even discuss things without it being an all or nothing campaign of hate is tiresome. I guess we have the current US prez to thank for some of that but upon my reading and such it seems things took a giant shift in the 90's…

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