Height of Stupidity – LITERALLY

What’s the last thing an idiot says before they die?  “HEY, Y’ALL! WATCH THIS!”

Well, that’s not quite what happened an hour ago, 2 doors down from me, as I stood staring out my kitchen window while dinner was cooking.  But frighteningly similar!

Before I continue, I must post a WARNING.  If you or a loved one, or you witnessed what I’m about to describe (someone falling from a ladder), stop reading right now.

Now I can continue.  But only because I need to get this off my shoulders – or I won’t ever sleep again.

My husband will never say these words to me again: “Honey, come here.  You need to see the height of stupidity!”  As I shuffled out of my comfy chair from the living room, grasping a nice beverage, he points out the kitchen window, saying “Look at THIS idiot”.  On the other side of my neighbor’s house (thank GOD she wasn’t home!), a young man was sitting on the edge of a third story roof, negotiating a flimsy ladder, which was obviously mocking him, saying “Dude, you’re NOT getting down without a little grief”.

His legs were dangling as his logic fell right before he did.

It was clear he was up there for non harmful reasons – inspecting a wind damaged roof.  BUT, his means of getting down were EXTREMELY harmful – almost fatal – had it not been for a second story roof on the backside of the house.  Needless to say, you DON’T get on a ladder the way this guy did.  He missed the ladder rung.  Flying face first, he bounced off the second story roof, then landed on the ground.

Luckily, the “YOU DUMB ASS, YOU’RE NOT DYING YET” gods were looking out for him.  And then he got to his feet, staring back up at the 30 foot roof.

As I replaced my water with 4 ounces of 100 proof whiskey in an attempt to erase what I just witnessed, I briefly wondered if he’ll ever step foot on a ladder again.

Now excuse me, while I call someone to talk to.

 

Deafening Silence

In the absence
Of life’s intrusions
The sound of silence
Brings frightening illusions

When nighttime falls
Minus sirens
Welcomed cacophony
A preferred reliance

When circumstances reign
And the lights go out
Ears covered by hands
Insomnia no doubt

Equinox winds
Rustling leaves
Anything at all
I’d gladly receive

Kinks

I’m all for them – within reason!

At least once a day, I find things in my spam comments section that makes me SMH. Every single one of them tells me what y’all’ve (Y’ALL’VE???) searched for – which leads me to wonder if I need to go back through all of my entries, to make sure I didn’t accidentally write about mommy or daddy kinks.

Like, WHAT THE HELL, people?

I’m not kink shaming, but please don’t leave those kinds of comments – unless I ask for them.

Time to clear my cache…

Horrortastic

It’s almost Halloween!

Why am I excited?  Because it’s the best time to binge on horror films.  My favorite!

While I’m sure most of those who personally know me would go and say “No wonder you can’t sleep”, I simply say “They’re just movies”.  Can creepy horrific things happen?  Of course!  It isn’t pleasant to think of the horrors that happen on a daily basis.  This is why I like the horror genre.  When the movie is over, it brings me back to reality, and helps me realize how lucky I am, and how good I have it compared to some – generally speaking.

But back to having the crap scared out of me.  One of my worst fears is clowns, but I still watched IT (the original) the other night, and sat in my chair with a huge pillow, peering over the edge of it the entire time.  Some people watch horror through the slits of their fingers.  I hug a gigantic pillow.

I’m debating whether or not to head out to the cinema to see a new film – especially by myself, for a horror/thriller.  There are a few really good ones, including the new IT, and Mother.  A good friend told me Mother was all kinds of messed up.  I asked her if it was as messed up as Get Out (which was awesome!), and she responded with “There were some disturbing parts, but it was a good movie”.

Now I’m conflicted.

I suppose I could take another glance through Netflix and Hulu – to save me money at least.  I mean, the only people who can afford actually going to the cinema are pimps and drug dealers.  Who has that kind of income otherwise, to afford a ticket, popcorn, candy, nachos, ice cream, AND a drink?

I’ll stick with what I currently have – like my satellite provider, and Netflix, and Hulu.  Or maybe I’ll check out Redbox.  Do those still exist?  I rarely leave my house anymore, let alone look at what’s around me when I DO.

Since I’ve already made up my mind that I’m staying in (it’s cold outside!), could y’all throw some suggestions my way?  I’ve already watched Gerald’s Game, and holy F*CK.  That handcuff escape scene.  Way worse than watching Negan bludgeoning Abraham and Glenn’s skulls to a bloody pulp in The Walking Dead.

In addition to my eye phobia and any horror scenes containing eyeballs, I now have a new phobia.  Hand torture.  Luckily for me, I can usually predict when a really gross thing is going to happen.  I can handle most gore, but eyes and hands … NOPE!

And here I thought The Walking Dead desensitized me.

 

Tiny Leaps And Bounds

Have you ever been so confused that you need to start over?

I don’t know how people juggle multiple platform accounts. I guess that’s what managers and teams are for.

But I’m just a nobody. I’m a stay at home mom, just trying to organize and consolidate my social media. It is not easy. But, I’m getting there. All I need is content, which I’m working on. I have a mile-long list of ideas. I need to get my sh*t together and write the bloody material.

My blog is just part of the picture – the beginning stages. Honestly, I really don’t know how people like Jenny Lawson manage things. What’s the secret? Should I just stick with a few platforms, and leave it at that?

I see creators across many more platforms than I’m willing to attempt. I guess I’ll just take it a few tiny steps at a time, and see where it goes.

It’s not really my intention to get anywhere. It’s really just an outlet, to be quite honest. An outlet to keep me busy, until I go back to school.

Do I DARE create a Tumblr? Is that platform even the place for the content I want to create? I’m slightly afraid.

I’m open to suggestions.

PS: It’s Friday the 13th, and I’ve created brand new Twitter and YouTube accounts. Yesterday it was Facebook. God help me.

This Isn’t Easy

Some folks may not know, but October 10th was world mental health day.

I didn’t really think much about it, until one of my favorite YouTube personalities uploaded a video.

Now first of all, let me just say, I’m usually prepared for a laugh and a bunch of “AAAWWW”s when I sit to watch this young man.  He and his flatmate are my literal sunshine for the past year or so.

But nothing prepared me for the deep seated, repressed emotions (and an ocean of tears) that came rushing to my surface as I sat here listening to his story about depression.

He absolutely nailed it.

It’s difficult to describe to a person who isn’t depressed what it feels like.

To put it into perspective, it feels like being trapped within your own dark, empty head.  You don’t feel like doing anything, even though there are things you want to do.  So, you sit in a chair, arguing with yourself about whether or not it’s worth getting dressed to go out for that coffee you so desperately need to even be functional.  And then when you finally decide screw it, I’m staying home, then you feel worse.  The day is over – at 11 a.m. – because that’s when you finally dragged yourself out of bed.

There’s a mask that depressed people often wear.  When they finally decide to leave the comfort of their homes for whatever reason (usually because they have no choice), they do it with a forced smile and bubbly voice.  But sometimes that mask isn’t enough.  To be quite honest, they’d rather be cloaked, hidden from judgemental eyes and minds.

And finally, when anxiety accompanies depression, life is absolutely torturous.

Not only do you sit and stare at four walls, wondering why you’re like this, but the what-if’s begin to stab at your brain, agitating your last nerve with a glowing red pitchfork.

It’s exhausting.

So, please.  Keep these things in mind when approaching anyone on any given day.  Think of them, and ask yourself if they’re okay.  Then ask them how they are.  Offer to just sit and chat with them.  Even though they’ll most likely say “I’m fine”, and politely decline your offer, the gesture alone will mean the world to them, and it will lift them up a LOT.

 

 

 

Open Your Eyes

I do my best to not leave many political responses on the interwebs, but it has become increasingly disturbing how so many people [worldwide] have lost sight of the basics.  I feel compelled to say something.  So, why not here, where there is a little less ‘traffic’?

Without going into too many specifics, I’d just like to say a few things.

In lieu of 9/11, and countless horrific events that have followed since then, I often wonder something.  Call me a conspiracy theorist if you must, but isn’t it obvious how these things are precursory distractions for something far more horrific already in the works – and most likely SOON to happen, especially since Trump is in office?

People are so hellbent on resisting, creating more anger and hatred, I fear for the future of the human race.

We are literally in the middle of self destruction.

PLEASE, open your eyes, and realize what is happening.  We are on the verge of civil war.

We all need to stop, look, and listen.  Be mindful and very aware.  Concentrate on improving yourself and living your own life, rather than trying to control how others think and live.