They Love the Party - But not the Life

I saw an interesting documentary about a 15 year old boy who always talked about death until talking wasn’t quite enough.

Everybody contemplates death. I mean, why do we have life insurance….for death…of course. Why don’t they call it death insurance??? Business loves death….you could say….they thrive on it…kind of like flies…. actualities …..decomposition.

It made me sad, this documentary. The parents kept turning the camera on to this kid, who clearly had mental issues. Not blaming the parents at all, but why would you continue to shine a light on someone with issues?? Maybe to avoid the eventual blame that they knew was going to happen? The mom actually took a picture of her son hanging himself….simulated hanging. It’s a little sick. They were both film makers. Maybe they always kept him at a lengths distance. I’ll see you through the lens and not through the heart. It’s hard to make sense of mental illness, death, life, reality. Isn’t it all the same? Most of life is insane. I’m surprised that more people don’t jump out of a window. Which in case, this 15 year old kid did.

I think he thought he was going to be part of the after party. He actually wrote a play about the death of a teenager, and how everyone missed him and cried at his funeral. He reminds me of a bridezilla, they love the party, but not the life.

Under the Underneath

Do we REALLY have choices?

When I see the lines getting longer and longer at the Street Missions in Dallas, I think that at least I’m not there…at least I have a car and can drive by them and feel emphathy/sympathy for them and pray that it never happens to me. And then I drive by the homeless under the bridge that don’t even bother standing in line. Have they given up hope for that in lieu of an early death or at least a day of sanctuary…away from the wind, the cold or the unrelenting heat of summer?

There's a guy with no legs in a wheelchair on the coroner’s corner, as I call it.
Is that the same guy as last week? Who knows? When you've seen what I've seen....the folks either disappear, walk away, have a bus route, a wheelchair, or have a motorized scooter with American flags flying in the wind racing on the streets near Fair Park. Some of them will have signs asking for money or food...most will not. There's no clever way to adverstise what they want. But plenty of catch phrases to describe what they are.

And most have no destination at all. Me included. I drive, I observe, I do nothing.

I wish I had a penny to spare. But, pennies cost more to make than what they're worth. I guess you could say that about people, they cost more than what they're worth. Well, especially if they are under the bridge, under the table, under the underneath of life – with American flags flying in the wind.

Truth Always LIES In the Middle

You know, it takes time and effort to build relationships. Acquaintances and associates can turn into lovers and friends over the course of time. I remember a conversation I had with one of my best friends who now is nothing more than a file in my mind, a reference of days long gone. He told me that all the good will a person can build over time can be lost on a dime when you make one false move. One stupid mistake in a plethora of niceties and politeness can result in an irrefutable fall from grace. Once you know someone....at some point....you've got to either pull the plug or drink the Koolaid. Both have deadly ramifications. Both have ambiguous answers.

Do something good - Get Awards & Adulations
Do something bad - Get Accusations & Assassinations

Isn’t that the way we are?

Most of us are happy to congratulate folks for a job well done. By the same token, we are all too happy to dish the trash.

Maybe that’s why I chose not to be successful :)

I don’t want to be an easy target, easily shot down. There’s probably SOME truth to that. But, that’s probably more of an excuse than true reality. Truth always lies in the middle.

Humans are not good people

We populate, pillage and pummel the planet.

We've built and built and built until destruction has become the new construction.

Destruction of the presidency - let's show the world that our chosen leader is completely incompetent.

Destruction of the family - let's make sure that both parents have to work to make ends meet.

Destruction of the economy - let's bail out the cheaters and float paper money all over the world until the dollar bill sinks lower than the Titanic.

Destruction of personal health - let's expose our kids to cheese pizza loving bears and scary clown hamburger hawkers

Destruction of the world - let's pollute the air and destroy the ozone layer. At least we'll all be looking on the bright side of ultraviolet rays

Trendy

Someone asked me today what is currently the most annoying fashion trend?

To that I must answer....what IS a fashion trend these days? I mean, it seems like everything is just a regurgitation of things from the past. Nothing new under the sun. I saw a picture of Victoria Beckham with shoulder pads. Shoulder pads???? Augh, they looked pretty good on Mildred Pierce…..but Victoria Beckham is no Joan Crawford. She looked like a twig with two dead gerbils stuck to her shoulders. Not the best of looks. But, it was TRENDY.

Fashion trends are one of those unfortunate necessities in life to promote bad taste in the name of commerce. Everybody wants something new, even if it looks like crap. And maybe that’s true of other things in our lives, like relationships. When we start looking for the latest trend, we wind up not only looking like crap, but treating people in kind.

Sometimes you just have to put on a white t-shirt and some blue jeans, and appreciate the simplicity of life. Too much trendy can make you windy.

State of Mind

I’ve been told there are 50 states
But my current state
Doesn’t populate
Doesn’t take a census
Doesn’t care
Because the state I live in
Is Oblivion

But as I travel through
Uncharted ground
Such sites to see
And the people
So cute, living in security
Nothing is wrong and everything to see
And there’s me
Living in Oblivity

Am I complaining?
I could sign up for the shouts
The ringing in the ears
Leaders to denounce.

But here I sit
In a motionless pit
I would care to care
But it’s all bullshit

G&M Part Cinq - I Soire with Sarte....Laissez-moi tranquille.

There is no sanctuary. There is no place to find peace. That is my crime. And that is my punishment. And there is no starting over. Because there never was a beginning. There was only an end. An end that doesn’t end. And that is the worst punishment of all. Hell on Earth. No exit. I Soire with Sarte

L'enfer, c'est les autres

Hell is other people