My only concern is my lack of concern for the fact that I am falling off the face of the earth.
Shoulder angel, who appears to have taken a mysterious leave of absence (and/or went on strike), would normally encourage me to climb back on. Shoulder devil is perfectly content allowing me to get sucked into whatever black hole happens to be passing by until the universe decides to spit me back out.
Shoulder devil realizes that putting in a little effort never hurt anyone, and that's exactly why he doesn't want to.
It's a dilemma.
May 31, 2013
May 19, 2013
Word
My blogging ability lately has been like that annoying and completely unnecessary setting on Microsoft Word that causes the text you're currently typing to delete and replace any text after it.
To explain: the annoying Microsoft Word setting is me attempting to write a blog post, and the words getting erased are the thoughts falling out the back of my brain as I type. I can't get through a post without completely forgetting the point of what I was saying.
So, many pointless, deleted entries later, this is all I got.
To explain: the annoying Microsoft Word setting is me attempting to write a blog post, and the words getting erased are the thoughts falling out the back of my brain as I type. I can't get through a post without completely forgetting the point of what I was saying.
So, many pointless, deleted entries later, this is all I got.
May 9, 2013
Fathoming
Processing death has split my brain into two parts; the parent, and the child. Parent isn't having much luck explaining death to child, because forever isn't an easy concept for a child to understand.
Because the child still hasn't grasped the concept of death, she has become fixated on the idea of her own eventual demise. Every time she drives through an intersection, she envisions the drunk or distracted driver that could plow into her car at full speed. And every time she's on the freeway, the mechanical error either in her car or her brain that could cause her to careen off the tallest part of the overpass onto traffic below. Or that stomach ache, which might actually be the only warning symptom of a rare and fatal disease. Basically, child is afraid of what she doesn't understand.
It's funny how death can be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Because the child still hasn't grasped the concept of death, she has become fixated on the idea of her own eventual demise. Every time she drives through an intersection, she envisions the drunk or distracted driver that could plow into her car at full speed. And every time she's on the freeway, the mechanical error either in her car or her brain that could cause her to careen off the tallest part of the overpass onto traffic below. Or that stomach ache, which might actually be the only warning symptom of a rare and fatal disease. Basically, child is afraid of what she doesn't understand.
It's funny how death can be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
May 1, 2013
A Last Hurrah
My grandpa died this morning at 5:45 am. Yesterday, before they put him under, the last thing he did was sing a song he always used to sing, recite his ABCs and count to 100.
Which begs the question, what would you do for your last hurrah?
Which begs the question, what would you do for your last hurrah?
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