So, this morning, as I pass by the row of medication bottles without making eye contact, I am contemplating discipline. I have an aversion to it, apparently. Oppositional defiance is somewhat energizing up until it doesn’t work for you, when it yields harmful consequences. I can’t tell where this comes from…maybe parents who illustrated bothContinue reading “Lack of discipline”
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Domination and submission
I was having a discussion about recent events last night, with some folks I normally do not engage in such discussions. I didn’t initiate that discussion, with recovery folks; it’s usually suggested to not engage in religious or political topics in our groups, in order to avoid partisan bias that could distract us from ourContinue reading “Domination and submission”
Threat of harm
For some bizarre, or maybe not so bizarre, reason thoughts are clamoring to escape the confines of my tiny cranium. It really is tiny, not because I am tiny-brained or developmentally challenged, but simply because the physical area of a human cranium is not that impressive. I mean, seriously, not that impressive in terms ofContinue reading “Threat of harm”
Pushback, and race riots for all
I don’t remember this at all. It’s pretty interesting, and I noted with great interest that streetcars were horse-drawn back then. I can’t imagine a horse lugging that whole contraption with several people aboard. Hopefully, they treated animals better during those times, because when there were still mules dragging carriages full of tourists around theContinue reading “Pushback, and race riots for all”
War is hell
Dateline, domicile central. 22 January 2021. In an unprovoked attack, my lower gastrointestinal (GI) tract waged war on my wholly unsuspecting physical apparatus (body). The otherwise ill-prepared body was unable to fight back, and the GI tract secured its first victory in a long-standing conflict. Citing multiple grievances involving spices and snacks known to beContinue reading “War is hell”
The morning after
So, it’s the day after. The day after the most historical transfer of power in our democracy. This morning, i was having the music to “The Morning After” by Maureen McGovern (from the Poseidon Adventure, which I remember mainly because Shelley Winters was in it and she did a swim scene to save the survivorsContinue reading “The morning after”