I’ve always loved the story of Sleepy Hollow. As a kid it was one of my favorites. The […]
Category: relationships
A few weeks after my wife and I got divorced we both received a letter from the court. […]
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A few weeks ago I found myself alone and feeling like watching a movie. When I’m around other […]
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The song, “Raise your glass” by the artist Pink, came out in 2001. My daughter was nine years […]
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We had just left the store. I had been told to get into the car; but like with […]
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Summer of 1992 I was working for the City of Veneta as a Utility Worker I. I was […]
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Received a message in my messenger a few days ago. Spoke of a woman who was feeling inadequate in her relationship and described a man that was, for all intents and purposes, simply not present. It struck me when I read it. Thoughts immediately began to run in my mind. Opinions and judgements were plenty. But I ignored it. Dismissed it. Kicked it a one liner response and moved on. It’s been days later and I’m still thinking about it.
I mean, who isn’t insecure? About something. At some time. I’d wager to think that we all feel insecure at different times in our lives. It’s part of the human condition. One of the many horrible but natural things that make us human. The feelings of being inadequate. Not enough. Lacking. Whether it’s our language, body image, the lifestyle we live, etc. there seems to be plenty of reasons to make us feel less about who we are inside. And I honestly believe 99.9% of our insecurities are developed and formed in our early childhood development.
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WARNING: What you’re about to read contains adult situations, conversation, details, and what some would consider rude, obnoxious, vulgar or down right unpleasant to read.
So, if you are of a weak disposition, in fear of losing your faith due to the detailed descriptions below causing you to sin or are prone to wetting yourself when you hear or see profanity, DO NOT continue to read any further. Consider this fair warning. If you continue reading it’s on you.
Don’t message me later about how disappointed you are with me or thought better of me, etc. It will fall on deaf ears. Love it or hate it, I could care less. (I am also well aware of what reading this blog will do for my chances with “quality” women and I’m fine with that too.)
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Every once in a while I come across something that I think is unique. Stands out to me as different and catches my attention. I’ve never personally met Jay Cookingham or his wife Christine; but she recently passed away, and he has been sharing their story on FaceBook.
I’ve been on FaceBook a long time now. Seen many posts of people who have passed away. Few that I’ve known. Some are a shock. Others are an extended reminder of the pain this life holds at times. People offer their condolences then generally it’s put out of mind. But this has been different. This has been anything but ordinary. And after following the posts over the last few weeks, it became increasingly clear why.
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What a shit year. 2019 suuuuucked! Seriously. Based on what I’ve seen, I’m not the only one who felt that way. This was just a flat out hard year for many people.
Lies, manipulations, deaths, lost jobs, vehicle breakdowns, health problems, natural disasters, you name it, this year included it all. The stress involved with this year seemed unprecedented. I’m sure that’s not the case. I’m sure there have been much worse years for people. But for me, this is one that’ll go down as one of the worst.
It started out that way. And though I had high hopes at the start of it, as I always do at the beginning of a New Year, it quickly proved its determination to just be a year of total suck. Try as I may, I couldn’t convince it otherwise. It was hell bent on its destination. Like sand slipping effortlessly through fingers, the tighter I’d grip to hold on, the more I’d lose. It was surreal. An unbelievable culmination of endings that was beyond prediction. You just. Can’t. Make. This. Shit. Up.
