It pains me that we continue to argue about gun control in our society. A very small minority of the population controls our government at every level regarding hand gun reform.
When free, brave folks stand up to these bullies we will join the rest of the civilized world and get rid of this cowboy reputation. Personally, I see no reason to join in calling everyone who disagrees with me a moron. There's a revolution of love coming. For a lot of families in Connecticut tonight it's not coming soon enough.
Yeah, some day the lion may lie down with the lamb. I lay down, myself, a few times with a lion or two. Be careful. Wrong lion will still rip your heart out.
I've had two friends tell me lately how sad it is to know that you will never be in love again. That's really just too tragic to consider.
Once you've experienced crazy it's really hard to get it out of your mind. I'm not talking about little lapses in your own mind, I'm thinking of witnessing behavior from folks around you that is not tied to any form of reality at all.
Having lived a free and open life and being considered eccentric for most of my life I've often joked of being "crazy." Calling any friend or relative crazy has never been considered an insult. At least I've never meant it to be insulting.
Of course I know that there are genetic causes and environmental hitches and chemical imbalances that twist the logic of lots of folks out there. Sad as that is, I am more disturbed by the idea that a lot of the mental issues that individuals face comes from never having felt loved.
You don't have to be wealthy to do your part. If you're busy, that just provides more opportunity. Love. Love a lot. It's the best investment out there.
When I mentioned to my friend, Karen, who has been one of my best pals since junior high that I always thought "no" meant "no" when it came to women and biology, she replied, "Yeah, you were always stupid."
That was a few years ago. Sorta' leaves Karen looking politically incorrect and me looking like some kind of knight on a white horse. That, of course, is not accurate. Karen was a feminist before the term was thrown around and I was always... well, stupid.
Now, a thunderbolt. In the design we've been taught that self preservation is the strongest of our urges and the ones regarding the continuation of the species are the most powerful of those. Damn. I'm not just stupid. I'm slow.
Sex. I live for sex. Well, now it occurs to me that we all live for sex. All of my dreams have always centered around doing dirty things. Enjoying them, too! Somehow in our semi-puritanical society I have bumbled through with the idea that the other team's goal was to avoid sex with the likes of me. That would be horny, red blooded males. While I always hoped for victory I was never going to cheat or lie to get there.
Outside of Marriage And Family at Wilson Junior High my background in the birds and the bees came from Ozzie and Harriet and an occasional issue of Cavalier bought over the counter at Richards' Drug Store. I thought "Baby, It's Cold Outside" presented the classic battle. You know, the man begging politely until, if lightning strikes, the woman caves.
All of my courting and dating, wining, dining and marrying have been about sex. I thought it was about love. Romance. Don't misunderstand me. I fall in love. Harry says that I fall fast and I fall hard. Yeah, I guess that's right.
My point, if I have a point, is that I have not played well. Partly because I didn't understand the game. I have disappointed women who are smarter than I am. Karen knew.
So this is what it comes down to, and not a minute too soon. The world keeps leaving me these hints, some not so subtle. Yesterday a Derek Sivers post came in which he suggested admitting that it's all your fault. Whatever flimsy veil that was left lifted.
Every situation that has ever left me feeling alone and blue has been my own doing. I have no people who have come through my life and hurt me and I've never really been a victim. I'm gonna have to find a whole new identity. Let's face it, I've gotten pretty good at this.
The freedom that comes with this discovery is almost overpowering. I know that I have been worrying more lately about the harm that I've done than the slights that I have incurred but this is different. I can live a life now with a purpose; make up for it.
My heart is light. It's supposed to be this way. On my knees, I ask you to forgive me if I have ever hurt you. I guess this is my letter to the world.
Let me make sure I've got this straight: somebody decides what beauty is and then the fellow with the most money gets to buy the beauty and he can either share it with the rest of us or he can lock it away and keep the beauty to himself. Either way, he's an art collector.
I don't buy it. Well, literally, of course. I never have any money. The concept makes no sense to me. I may be slow but I'm pretty sure the emperor has no clothes on. I see his talleywhacker.
There are beautiful, shimmering chunks and slivers of broken 7 Up bottles in most gutters. Nobody needs to point out to me that these pieces of trash rival rare emeralds that folks are killed over. They're free for the taking. Nobody wants anything that we can't agree has value.
Me? I suppose I'm something of an aesthete. Little bit of a snob about it, too, I suppose. I've seen oil slicks in the gutter after a rain that have taken my breath away.
I hope it rains today. Share your love. Give it away. That's valuable.
Lady Luck on my shirt. In my heart, too. Remember that song from Loving You, "Got A Lot Of Livin' To Do"? Funny that it would come to mind today. I have to walk across the street in a few minutes to sing goodbye to my pal, Larry. He was always making sure that he wasn't missing anything. There was never an adventure too far away or a drink too strong. He was lonely in a crowd. That's what we shared.
The burning's in the heart, in the soul. I've got a lot of livin' to do. A whole lot.
It pains me that we continue to argue about gun control in our society. A very small minority of the population controls our government at every level regarding hand gun reform.
