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There I go again…

Never go out to meet trouble. If you will just sit still, nine cases out of ten someone will intercept it before it reaches you.Calvin Coolidge

Well it looks like after this week I might be back on the wagon for a bit. Not because of external pressures, but because it is getting to the point that my resistance is out pacing the number of drinks I can have. Yes, I drink to get buzzed and/or drunk. Preferably buzzed. 😛 So in order to get more with less I have to stop for a while.

And with summer just getting started here in Hell I now have to find something else to drink.

~sighs~

The trouble I go through just to have an altered state of mind.

Of course knowing me… this won’t last all that long. Just long enough. 😉

 

In other news – equality finally took a step in the right direction, but we’ll see how long that lasts. The only thing I’m curious about is why the hell everyone is so concerned about what others are doing in the bedroom.

Sex is sex and a relationship is a relationship. How does someone else’s sexual practices and relationships affect one that miles away or even in the next apartment?

I know everyone wants to feel special. Some of us blog so that we can feel special (I can think of a few teens on another site that this would apply to). But could we at least pick something else to feel special about?

Marriage isn’t holy union. If it was it wouldn’t have secular status. There also wouldn’t be divorce. But there is. So marriage is a contract that protects both people involved.

I didn’t get married for love. I got married for a house and a way to keep the house if anything ever happens to Lyo. Ask him and he’ll tell you that’s what I did. I stayed with him for 10 years because I love him. I’ll continue to stay with him because I love him. Not because some piece of paper says I should.

If you want marriage to be a holy union I suggest finding another term to call it. Another way to make it… permanent. Like say- tell the spouse that if they divorce they are both going to hell. 😀 I think the LDS does this 1/2 way, but it really should apply to both sexes.

Just a thought.

😉

I maybe cynical, but I do it with a smile

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin. H. L. Mencken

I am going into my ‘pollyana’ stage. Things just aren’t bothering me as much as they should…or rather as much as they normally do. Such as the cold weather. The lack of anything to do.

Some might say that my mind value is becoming more adult like. And that annoys me.

I would rather have the value of a child that looks at the world like one big playground. A scary playground. As a kid you knew where not to go on a playground unless you wanted to run into kids that smoked, beat you up, or made fun of you. And of course there were two ways of dealing with those kids. Well, three if you count giving in. But you had the choice of being pushed around or you could fight back.

High school is more of a real world education than some people realize. 🙂

But the point is eventually we figured out that there was always someone who was going to kick our ass. They eventually figured out that you cut yourself pretty deep if you didn’t stop kicking everyone’s ass.

I got lucky in that my school bullies weren’t that big of problem. Of course it helped that before we got out of grade school I had already hit 6 feet. Kicking my ass wasn’t an option that would win you points. Nor the asses of my ‘friends’. 

I never hated going to school because of the kids. The teachers… yes. The kids… no.

The teachers kept trying to put me in this box that didn’t fit. Either I was an older kid who got held back (as my height seemed to suggest) or I was always bugging them to explain themselves when it was something I didn’t know. I was curious. And yes- sometimes I was a trouble maker. But usually that was because I failed to notice that the other kid had a problem with me. ~shrugs~

Over all though- I liked being around different people. They had different ways of doing things. Different ways of thinking. I may have been completely lost on how to translate their actions and words, but the difference in how they used words and actions was interesting to me.

Yes even the teachers.

I guess that is something I don’t want to loose. I don’t want the adult mind value where it is usually- I’m right, you’re wrong. I don’t want to close up that tightly.

Kind of like the sign said-

I didn’t grow up. I just got taller.

😀

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