Dennis wrote:If your mom had hit a stranger's kid on the head...
Dennis,
That would have been like you slashing the tires on a stranger's car. Slashing your
own tires though is legal and no one else's business. Sometimes there might be a good
reason to slash your tires, like for instance those times when you get your car jammed under an overpass that's a little low and you just can't get it out any other way. Or maybe it's snowing and you need better traction. The wonderful thing about freedom is that we make whatever choices we feel are best for us and no one but us can tell us what to do with our personal property. Well except in certain areas where you have to get permission from a judge, practically, to change the color of your front door. And when in Boston years back I was told it's illegal there to replace a broken wall switch, that in the interest of public safety, trained and qualified Union personnel *only* must be hired to perform this risky, technical task. And I heard of a guy here who got in a bunch of trouble because during a divorce he cut his house into equal halves with a chain saw. Opps--just checked. That was in Germany. Never mind.
There was no expectation destroyed because of the guitar incident. There was no "anymore" involved, no love lost. She'd been basically like that since I can remember. I believe I did match her, though, just in terms of holding on. It's all right. I'm all right, or at least mostly. But nobody ought to ever have to experience life like that. Ever. There's no reason for it. What makes me just angrier than I can say right now is that the more I look the more I can see that my own experience--much as I wouldn't wish it on a
tapeworm--lies apparently toward the LOWER end of the scale--I can't think of a single good reason why anyone on this planet should have to experience life at 'home' as even a mildly bad dream, yet it's clear that WAY too many--and thanks to no one but their own screwed-up parents--it's been a total nightmare. I appreciate understanding VERY much (it's RARE!) but have never exactly sought "support". I AM, though, interested in slapping the
crap out whatever disease this is that makes everybody so unbelievably stupid and blind. Any way I'm able. It's personal, if you see what I'm saying. Most every life I can think of around me as an
adult has been damaged one way or another--and many of them miserably ended--
way too early--by the exact same thing--whether admitted or not. And I'm not exaggerating. I could list these people and write about them. Lot of alcohol, lot of 'mental illness'. And it's just
what's there--not what I'm 'attracted to', somehow, it's just what's there.
Doesn't that suck when friends bail on you at the last minute? The freighter escape would really have been something.
Karin,
You're all right. And yes, I'm pleased to accept hugs from you. Just watch it with the glittering eyes please. I have practically NO powers against eyes when used right.
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Maybe once more sometime wouldn't be so bad.
Steve
Oh that reminds me. I've been struggling with the idea of putting a Valentine's day thing up on You Tube. Called "Oh, l'more". I'm worried it might offend French people, for one thing. 3-year old song, written as a joke/parody and as a way of taking a break from a more serious effort back when I was in so much love-pain I realized I could probably write another "Layla"--
Whew, guess I about have to now.
Okay it's uploading but I won't have an URL for a while. If you want to take a chance you could try copy/pasting into the search at You Tube:
Oh, l'more