Oh please, just stick a sock in it will you. I am sick to death of your whining and snotting about all your problems. Okay, I’ll hand it to you, your health is in the shitter and getting worse by the day, but so what.
News flash for ya bubba…..There are millions of people on this planet that have it worse than you do. Maybe I should just thank God they don’t all blog cause I don’t think I could stand that level of negativity.
While your at it, stop fretting about always running out of money before you run out of month, again, millions do that in today’s economy…you ain’t special.
Wait….what did you just say? The Life train has left the station and you are standing on the platform watching it leave? I can’t believe you said that. Look asshole, it’s time for you to man up. Just jump off the damn platform and run till you catch that train…it don’t go that fast.
The truth is, I don’t know how long you have left, whether it is three years or thirty, but one thing I do know and that is that you can spend that time curled up in a ball of self-pity and simply taking up space on the planet, or you can live every day to its fullest….up to you.
You have a beautiful wife who loves you to distraction. You live on a place many people can only dream of having. No, you are no longer able to do everything that you did when you were forty…or even fifty, so you just do what you can be happy you’re upright and not taking the big dirt nap already.
One last thing. Stop being afraid to voice your opinions just because you think everyone is smarter than you are because you have shit for education. Own your beliefs and don’t be afraid to state them. If someone gets snippy with you, well you just tell em to take a flying fuck with a spider monkey.
Okay, I’m all done. Now, if you hurry, you can jump your ass off that platform and run catch that damned train. Personally, I’m gonna take a nap. See ya.
Now, before you get your panties in a wad, this entry was aimed at myself and no one else. Sometimes you have to just give yourself a good bitch-slap in order to get back on track. We now return you to your regular broadcast schedule....Thank you.
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Yr alright Mr. McClain. : )
The "essence" of being an OSer is to blame someone else for one's problems.
Sheesh ... didn't you get the memo?
Lezlie
Thanks for the reminder!
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You had me pegged. I was actually spooked because I was online as Alan instead of Sagemerlin because I am trying to clean up the alan milner blog for job search purposes, and trying to second guess the market, wondering whether my political views my kill my chances at getting work.
And then I realized that I don't want to work for anyone who would be put off by my political views. That's not work. That's slavery.
But you're dead right....I haven't been posting things because I wonder if anyone even gives a shit any more....or if I am just adding to the cacophony that I like to complain about so much.
So here's the truth: you're right. You have to sing your own song because no one is going to sing it for you and if you don't sing your own song no one will remember it when you are gone.
When I write now, I write to bear witness. I don't think that anything I write will have any effect. I know that I'm politically impotent. We've been packaged and purchased.
But that doesn't mean I'm not going to raise alarms about it.
Well said, sir.
(Seriously, though, I loved this, and I think we all need to be this brutally honest with ourselves.)
It was a habbit of mine,such as smoking,the autocriticism and I understood that sometimes it stood as an alibi,towards being my corrector. Now, I get really angry with me....I can totally connect and I want to thank you for sharing this.Rated.
"Come down off the cross, cause we could use the wood, and come on up to the house".
In other words, after you're done moaning, come hang out with the rest of us, and bring some of your wood to add our fire. Indulging in a little self-whine can be satisfying, but taking your place next to the fire with the rest of us feels better.
Things go wrong...errant shots...bad putts...piss poor drives...double and triple bogeys. The swearing starts...the moaning...the bitching...the "feeling sorry for one's self."
And someone will say, "Stop the whining. There are people who cannot walk...who cannot get out of bed...or who have to work. Just enjoy."
This was a good post, David. Thanks for it.
Written on the inside cover of my high school yearbood by the calloused hand of a working man - my dad.
It took years before I knew how wise he was.
r
Be well. Have a great day.
Hugs to you and Mel
Be well. Have a great day.
Hugs to you and Mel
R
And thanks SO much for take a flying fuck with a spider monkey. That'll come in handy.
It NEVER hurts to sit back and take a look at ourselves, see all that we have and not dwell on what we don't have.
As I tend to say, there is ALWAYS someone much worse off than I.
R♥
Oh and Cheshyre Grin....Maybe that's how it works on your planet, not mine. I may not give compassion to myself but I DO have it for others. Your monkey awaits.
Now get on back to the kitchen, dinner's waitin' ;).
Rated for could have applied to all of us at one time or another.
Rated x 100
dont be so hard on yourself for feeling sorry for yourself, even, though, okay? sometimes we get down, and sometimes its a tiny bit harder to get back up. that too is human and forgivable.
sending love and hugs to you and mel and all the animals.
About those that have it worse, that doesn't invalidate my hurts or losses, or those of any other. If it did then I'd tell the people living in their car because they lost their home stop whining, someone in Africa is walking to a refugee camp and one of their kids died from starvation. Then I'd tell the person who lost both arms to stop whining because someone else lost theirs and their legs too.
I have compassion for all sorrows and honor them all. So when I get up and my right knee is killing me and my back is hunched over, I say oh poor thing. Then I gently stretch and start walking so I can loosen up again. I'm grateful for what I have knowing others are far worse off. I've always pushed myself too, the only thing I didn't learn was to be gentle with myself. I think it's possible to do both. The only thing I can't do is lay there and wallow in it.
If someone gets snippy with me I'll send you a PM and you can come tell them to take a flying fuck with a spider monkey. I started months ago and you need the practice. And when someone tells me not to whine, I usually give them something to whine about.
Rated.
--r--
My wife and daughter and nephew and I just returned from the Witches' Village at Kpatinga, where woman accused of witchcraft are exiled to spend the remainder of their lives. Kind of makes the stuff most of us spend our lives complaining about seem trivial by comparison.
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The comments go off to TRASH Heap?
This is my second effort to comment.
I think bloggers (me) need to be nice.
We must try to be 'more smarter' too.
V. Corso. No. You not so vain . . .
I thought he was chatting at me?
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This remins me of the VA study.
A study was done on amputees.
The VA psychologist used frogs.
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One frog lost one left leg-limb.
The experiment went like this:
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Cut another limb off the frog.
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Write down` Frog jump ten feet.
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Cut another back leg off sad frog.
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The Tester of frogs records this:
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Frog jump three feet and whines.
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Then ~ Sigh. Cut all four limbs off.
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The psychologist yells at frog. JUMP!
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"Frog stays put. Frog needs red wine."
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"Frog no obeys` to go `Jump-in-lake."
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Experiment concludes`Frog seems deaf.
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I moan. I need reading glasses. Natatehay.
I agree. I mourn the loss of my vim & vigor.
I need spectacles to read. I inhale mist Puffs.
I get cranky if I need t spray a orange Inhaler.
VA prescribed me a Rx # Albutterol spray can.
I try not to use the medicine. No kill frogs? No!
I love sweet Butter Better. Butter AIN'T bitter.
I get a Agent Orange tickle in my throat. Croak.
I gonna invite a nice witch over. We fly away.
Mind if I borree your'n?