OH SHUT UP ALREADY! YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH

If you want someone to tell you the truth, you can't blow up, and cause a big ugly scene then when they trust you are mature enough and have been paying attention enough to handle the truth when told to you.   After that you will never get them to trust you telling them you can handle the truth this time unlike last time.  If you got two or more strikes against you with same person, you might as well just be honest with your own damn self and know your day's ever being trusted and bonded with that person are history. Don't fucking kid yourself.  






If you feel it it is probably so. unless you are under the influence of mind altering drugs.  And in that case the truth is easy.  






just pick yourself up and go take a good long look in a mirror.  The truth is all right there staring back at you larger than life! 

I'm so FUCKING MAD RIGHT NOW!

I hate WASTING TIME ON BLOGS!!!!

I was writing a great thing on people loving other people they love today and not letting a day go by without telling them how much they mean to them.  Not letting the sun go down without that I'm sorry you owe for your bullshit thoughtless behavior earlier.  I was writing to say that at 30 you still are your parents child.  And at 50 should you be so lucky to have your parents.  It hasn't changed.  You still are your elderly parents child.  True that now at 50 you are their "AARP "child.(if you are under 45 you most likely won't know what AARP is)...and you can have an early bird dinner together and everyone get that great discount.   I was writing a great BLOG.....and I lost it!  it went friggen bye bye!


I hate when that happens.

It's like finally getting to the park and getting your new expensive kite up in the air.  Suddenly just then too a huge hurricane wind coming up and taking it up, up, and away.  Never seeing your beautiful kite ever again!  Or getting that wiggly worn finally on your hook and whipping your pole back to cast your line out.  Seeing out of the corner of your eye your fat worm falling far behind you.  It's like pulling that tough tooth out and securing it nicely under your bed pillow.  Waking up and reaching under it and finding nothing there for all your effort's and pain you endured.

I will live though so it can't be that back.  More frustrating than anything.  I'm not sure what I accidentally pushed or hit with a finger to make my first blog disappear so I'm sure it's that that really bugs me most.



  I'm too tired at this point to remember everything I wrote in my earlier version.  I said mature thoughtful adults call their parents and talk about good things, ask how their aging parent is feeling and make point of never hanging up from a call with their parent worried about their child's lifestyle, behavior, bad choices.  I was saying that at 18 it should be that a call for help from our parents is very rare and we should figure life out for ourselves and correct our bad budgeting and so on.  I was saying that it's a shame to have good parent's, siblings, partners, even friends that we take for granted and wake up one day with them forever gone from us.  It's so final.  They really are never coming back.  Those things you should have done, said, shown them but didn't can never be made up for.  You are left living your life with huge regret and a hole in your heart as big as texas.  Wiser you should be

Here's the deal on love

I hate to tell you this.  I hate to make you think a little bit on this one, and if you're young ask you to just keep an open mind even if you don't agree with me today.  


YES....... IT IS POSSIBLE TO LOVE TWO PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME.














  Sorry Charlie,  If you want to argue that bullshit with me all I have to say about it is that that's  totally 1950's  thinking.  You better crawl outta that box you are in.  1950's.  1940's it all just the same.  You know the era I'm referring to. Back when a woman stayed at home and her only job (non paid) was complete 100% care of her house, and her husband and children. Women didn't work outside the home unless you were a spinster, or some hussy!  So of course we then have to adjust the thinking on the population to make women feel secure in their slot's they allowed themselves to be placed into ( many women now a day's wish they could go back to those times and live comfortably on one income and raise their own babies)   We are never happy are we?  We just buy into whatever shit is fed us without ever saying "gee, I have my own friggen brain and so I'm not gonna buy that right off the top but rather first explore it myself"  We are so embarrassing.  So lazy!  Look at the crap on T.V. today we fill our minds and precious time watching!  We accept what ever the media says is good, bad, true, worthy, sexy, and so on.  Why do we even have brain's?  We could use the space for a shoe rack or a cell phone caddy.   I know we wouldn't all be high on drugs if we just cut our brains out.  WE don't need to lug around what we don't use right?  We get high cuz our brains are trying to tell us "IF YOU DON'T LOSE IT YOU'LL EVENTUALLY LOSE IT"  We have to push down the mind doing it's job cuz the media does that now for us. So we gotta tweek, or go to sleep to stop our intuitions about things we really under it all know is true.  Like loving two people is possible..


LOGIC SAY'S  "If a mother can have ten children and love all ten children, why can't we love more than one person at a time romantically? 


DUHHHHHHH.


We can.  


don't start up with me on that 1950's crap again.....


 Hell, she needed that man to return home everyday after his 8 hours at work.  She was sunk if he didn't.  And remember on T.V. the wife is seen dusting and ironing wearing a dress, high heel's and strand of pearl's around her neck and clip on earrings on her earlobes.  Why?


Cuz she knew she had to pull out all the stops.  She not only had to cook like Betty Crocker but with this sexual evolution about to erupt the air was tense.  If couldn't hold him with just that pot roast any more.  You better look good too to keep him loving only YOU HONEY!  Women knew the truth back then.  Her man could love her and a few other hers.  Swanson was making it's way to the frozen food sections.   A way to a man's heart was his stomach but if he had to stomach a 400 pound heifer in a moo moo with hairy legs and a mustache after his eight hours at GM he was sure to stop at the local bar first on his way home....and you know what kind of women he maybe might meet there?  Hell no!  Cross tops (whites, speed,drugs) weren't just a hippy thing of the 60's.  Housewives were the real founders of that frontier!  And on his paycheck she had to make sure it all came home to her and her "perfect little darlings".




Look,  I'm not in favor of love triangles.  I know for fact they are very painful for all.  But society is the one who makes it so bad for those who can love that much.  You can love more than one person and you can love each for their own special gifts that make them them and special to you.  In a world that talks a bunch of crap about LOVE.  We sure are hypocrites and full of bullshit when it comes to letting people be themselves.  


RULES,LAWS,STANDARDS,BULLSHIT!  


You miss out. WE might as well cut your heart out too along with your un-used brain!  Too bad your mouth works in trying to make good loving people feel guilty for doing what you obviously can not!