How then dost thou achieve this balance between life and that-which-is-not-life, this thing which keeps thee conscious yet unalive? (Roger Zelazny - The Man Who Loved the Faioli)
I feel an obligation to sacrifice my lede wrapper for a public service announcement. There is a fine line between inhabiting an emotional state and rationalizing mental illness as an identity. If confused or in doubt, seek professional help - there really are other emotions. Or so I am told.
How does an introverted genie act? Also, can ghosts "ghost" each other? So many questions that go unanswered. I need a new therapist - my imaginary one isn't cutting it anymore.
This adventure - and the genie's attempt at freedom - is over and they head home for a few weeks. Is a magic lamp a broken TARDIS? Are genies exiled Time Lords? Does their life have meaning? Why do these sound like bad song lyrics?
They return, to my home for a few years: Dublin, Ohio. So much material: I-270, roundabouts, Muirfield, the zoo, OSU, giant corn, Celtic themes, the "world's largest" Irish festival and - of course - all the f*ing shamrocks.
My dogs and I have this ritual. They can speak, dance, wave, crawl and so on - but I can’t get them to stop attacking the sweeper. Yes, welcome to Ohio - we "sweep" carpets here.
The Explorer, the Genie and Bo head back out for more adventures. Unless I kill them off. I wish I could join them. Yeah, I'm not entirely sure myself which phrase that last statement goes with.
An absolutely annoying aspect of my life is the sheer volume of thoughts and ideas I have at night - especially between dreams - that I feel obligated to write down. Like this one. It feels like torture.
Live with regret over action or inaction? Me? I would rather face questions of being wrong about my judgment - rather than about myself. But. In either case. Healing begins after acceptance. Then learning.
With luck - there are only a month of these obviously lousy things left.
After my first knee injury, when I was 15, I started meditation and relaxation exercises as part of rehab. If I hadn't - I'm not sure I would have made it through my late teens and early twenties.
America. And me. Perks of working for one of the world's largest corporations? Expat and travel opportunities. Restricted the last 4 years. It will be nice to travel again. Eventually. And so, whimpering?!? Sorry!!!
Moving on from my abject stupidity. The state of America. And me. "I know not what it is I hear; I bend my head and hark: I cannot drive it from mine ear, That crying in the dark." (Archibald Lampman - Midnight)
A day in the life of an idiot savant - one with the extraordinary ability to push people away. And just in case anyone is still reading these, yes - I am the idiot talking about myself.
I would never waste a wish on something stupid like "world peace". The outside world I can turn off and ignore. I would wish for peace inside my head.
Happy New Year, Eastern Timezone of America! "Staying alive" is the boring consensus wish. I'd rather be "undead" forever. There are SO many people I’d like to haunt for eternity!
It is only the 15th. Of January. Every corner of the sky is filled with storm clouds. And morning glow is long past due. It's no longer a matter IF I can make it to February. Honestly, it's why would I want to?
We are birthed as clocks. Winding down to some random expiration. Perhaps if we heard the seconds incessantly ticking away it would remind us to be better people. And find happiness. With the time we have.
I grew-up hearing and reading the more traditional versions of folk tales and nursery rhymes. Many of which were developed during times of social crisis. Are dark, Covid-inspired stories in our future?
Growing up in northeast Ohio, every teenager hears at least one version of this campfire story. Halloween adventures were never complete without a quick drive over Crybaby Bridge on Wisner Road.