This TV series is awesome. The first episode is non-stop deadly lion action. Smart lions! I quote, “Looks like the lions got to the radiator.” I shit you not.
Then again, I’m a fan of Strays because I root for the cats. 😉
Category Archives: Daily Life
Hiding in Plain Sight
I love who I am and what I do. That doesn’t mean I speed in Germantown or march into parties with blue lights outside. Being a badass also entails showing respect to the rest of the world. Granted, I should have dropped the hammer on the self-absorbed hooker behind me that talked through the ENTIRE Indigo Girls show. But my pace generally involves living and letting live. Making that poor insecure asshole feel worse about being boring and unnoticeable would not have made her shut up. Besides, she doesn’t deserve honesty from me.
No, I reserve my anger and criticism for people who want to grow. I’m here to help, but only when you’re ready.
Am I crazy?
On My Sleeve
I’m gonna make the jump.
Standing at the edge of the forest
Peering across an endless open space
Squinting through the haze
Desperate to find the nearest haven
Away from the burning glares
Apart from the slogging wasteland
Of media-driven fear-based rhetoric
And the newest way to lose 10 pounds.
No reason I can’t, a few reasons I won’t.
When shopping for a new heart
Healthy is pretty premium quality
Almost died last night, only 6 ft away
Instead, I cried. And didn’t feel loved.
Truth?
The secret is the silence
Charlie and Bob had it right
Capture them with your smile
Look out for the quiet ones
Competing empathies
Good cop, Tough love
Support v encouragement
Strong co-dependencies
If knowledge is power
I’m a whole mamma bear
Above the state average
Careful not to cut yourself
Strong women are
Totally in this season
This owl is what she seems
I’m secure in silence.
Blood Oranges
I can only disappoint you
I’ll always let you down
I’m only good enough
Until I’m not
My biggest accomplishments
Marked by no problems
Not much fanfare
For the support team
Giving all I’ve got
Only works once
Eventually I need
To get something back
My value runs deep
I am not Endless
Cherish the worth
Forgive the flaws
My needs have become
Too much for one
Too much for any one
Safety in numbers
Personality rules
Societal structure
Manageable vices
Anonymous struggle
Still working
From home.
Mixed Signals
I’m watching a strange show on Netflix called Switched at Birth. It feels oddly familiar. Like Seventh Heaven with alcohol and a kindly Puerto Rican gramma.
I expect transexuality to come up in Season 3 when the traditional social commentary gets stale. I hope they give it to the older brother.
Social Gadflies
All relationships end, even the good ones. Continue reading Social Gadflies
Past Highland
Time spent driving east is when I prepare for the stares. Part of my battle with anxiety, a BIG part, is constantly remembering that no one gives a shit about me. Left unchecked self-absorption engulfs my consciousness. Like a teacup poodle, my ego sits trembling on a satin pillow. Perpetually expecting the judgement it was created to receive. 99% of the time, it’s true for everyone. No one is thinking about you – they are too wrapped up in themselves.
I’m not truly that odd-looking, until I visit certain places from my past life. Then I get the looks. I consistently spend time in places where I don’t get looked at so now I can tell when people are really staring. Out here on the edge of East Memphis, there are people that openly stare. And then, inevitably, one old man HAS to comment on my tattoos. It’s cultural, generational, racial, and gender-derived patronizing at its worst. The same person is not compelled to ask a biker dude with a snake tattoo about whether “that hurt”.
I am crazy, but not about this.