In what country is there a place for a man like me? -Andrew Ryan
How go things with you? Things here are great. And no, I am not writing to anyone in particular, but I assume that we know one another if you are reading this so I tend to write personally. This past weekend my high school chums and I had our annual reunion at the river canyon. We swam for most of the day, did some diving, laughed at the people who did belly flops, and finished it up with BBQ. On the whole it was a fantastic day. The situation has made me think of the subject of history and memory. My friends and I have these annual events to tie us together. We also have pictures of us year by year as we change hopefully for the better. One day I will have children and I would like for them to have a history of me, if not memories. I have decided that I am going to write an autobiography of myself. I have had a fantastic life thus far, a life that I couldn't have dreamed of as a child (I mostly dreamed of becoming a superhero then). I want to share my life with my future family. I am going to call it my success and my failures because all people have both. The title may be a bit glib, but I want my children to recognize that their father was a person who made mistakes just like everyone else in the hopes that they will identify with me better. I don't want them to have an image of me, but I want them to know the real me. It will take a while to write the biography and I will publish some of it as it progresses here, but the one promise that I make is that it will be completely honest. I will not lie to my future children, or you dear reader. I will not use names as I don't want to involve or upset those around me. I hope though in the end it gives the reader a good idea f the kind of boy I was and the kind of man I am.
As some of you now I'm a therapist. I went out to a home way out in the woods a few nights ago. The cabin reminded me of the one from evil dead. It was scary as hell walking out to the house. I had to go to my car for a minute in the dark and make phone calls. While there I became ho and turned my car on for the AC. When I did I saw a woman n the headlights standing motionless in front of my car looking at me. I almost pissed. I did scream a little one. She said "you forgot your pen."
I had my entire biological family over tonight to the house for the first time. It was very fun. I even broke out the slip n slide. I stand my an much earlier statement that my mom makes the best tea ever. Speaking of tea, does anyone know how to make thai tea? Its killing me that I can't find a thai tea mix.
A lot of people, some of my friends I particular, won't download music. They have to own that CD. I have became more and more preferential lately to downloading the music. Its cheaper for one and it all goes on the iPod eventually anyway. I do wonder if we are heading to a point where we don't have CDs or DVDs. It seems al media is downloadable at this point.
I was speaking to a female chum of mine yesterday and they told me I would be counseling others for the rest of my natural life. "Natural life" is such a strange phrase for me. It makes me wonder if I have an unnatural life waiting for me around the corner.
I spent the day with mom a few days ago. She has some property that she is selling that she wanted to go check out. We pull into the yard and there is a horse laying on the ground. It is a live, but extremely gaunt and being eaten by dogs. I ran the dogs away and brought water to the horses head in a pale. It drank 3 pales worth and was eventually able to stand up. Once up it ate grass. It ate a lot of grass. I called the humane society and they came and picked it up. While we waited I pet it for awhile and sat with it. It touched me in a way that few things have lately. I feel an intense amount of pain for creatures, especially animals who can't take care of themselves. I don't go to the pound or I would leave with every animal.
I had to bail a sister out of jail recently. I remember while waiting I saw a door that said "escape tunnel" gong through the under of the jail. I so wanted to go down it and see where it led.
I went dancing a couple of nights ago. I was amazed to find I remembered the waltz fairly well. Then again it was a fairly easy dance. I was also thrown form an electric bull. My pride was hurt but the rest of me was ok.
I love Cat Power's voice. She could read me her grocery list and I would get all warm and fuzzy inside.
I watched a few people trade insults recently. They did it because they thought it showed strength. I disagree. Anyone can insult someone. It takes true strength to show love and emotions to others. Sometimes it takes strengths to hold those emotions in.
There are a lot of people who debate the afterlife. A lot of people think it is a blissful paradise. I have always thought this was paradise. I have free will, good health, good friends most f the time, I'm happy 99% of the time. I can't imagine a change in location making me happier.
Heres something about dating I have noticed. There are to situations which throw me off. One is the situation where you get in the car with someone and they turn your radio down and start singing the song on the radio. They have a horrid voice and murder the song and you try to turn the music up in the hopes of drowning them out. The other is when you go on a date and listen to someone for 5 minutes and realize you have tuned them out because they absolutely bore you to tears and you really don't have anything in common with the person besides the fact that your both sexy as hell. It could be worse though, they could be axe murderers.
When I meet new people that I am considering spending time with I tell them there is a deal breaker. I come with a chihuahua. If you take me, you have to take my buddy.
How go things with you? Things here are great. And no, I am not writing to anyone in particular, but I assume that we know one another if you are reading this so I tend to write personally. This past weekend my high school chums and I had our annual reunion at the river canyon. We swam for most of the day, did some diving, laughed at the people who did belly flops, and finished it up with BBQ. On the whole it was a fantastic day. The situation has made me think of the subject of history and memory. My friends and I have these annual events to tie us together. We also have pictures of us year by year as we change hopefully for the better. One day I will have children and I would like for them to have a history of me, if not memories. I have decided that I am going to write an autobiography of myself. I have had a fantastic life thus far, a life that I couldn't have dreamed of as a child (I mostly dreamed of becoming a superhero then). I want to share my life with my future family. I am going to call it my success and my failures because all people have both. The title may be a bit glib, but I want my children to recognize that their father was a person who made mistakes just like everyone else in the hopes that they will identify with me better. I don't want them to have an image of me, but I want them to know the real me. It will take a while to write the biography and I will publish some of it as it progresses here, but the one promise that I make is that it will be completely honest. I will not lie to my future children, or you dear reader. I will not use names as I don't want to involve or upset those around me. I hope though in the end it gives the reader a good idea f the kind of boy I was and the kind of man I am.
As some of you now I'm a therapist. I went out to a home way out in the woods a few nights ago. The cabin reminded me of the one from evil dead. It was scary as hell walking out to the house. I had to go to my car for a minute in the dark and make phone calls. While there I became ho and turned my car on for the AC. When I did I saw a woman n the headlights standing motionless in front of my car looking at me. I almost pissed. I did scream a little one. She said "you forgot your pen."
I had my entire biological family over tonight to the house for the first time. It was very fun. I even broke out the slip n slide. I stand my an much earlier statement that my mom makes the best tea ever. Speaking of tea, does anyone know how to make thai tea? Its killing me that I can't find a thai tea mix.
A lot of people, some of my friends I particular, won't download music. They have to own that CD. I have became more and more preferential lately to downloading the music. Its cheaper for one and it all goes on the iPod eventually anyway. I do wonder if we are heading to a point where we don't have CDs or DVDs. It seems al media is downloadable at this point.
I was speaking to a female chum of mine yesterday and they told me I would be counseling others for the rest of my natural life. "Natural life" is such a strange phrase for me. It makes me wonder if I have an unnatural life waiting for me around the corner.
I spent the day with mom a few days ago. She has some property that she is selling that she wanted to go check out. We pull into the yard and there is a horse laying on the ground. It is a live, but extremely gaunt and being eaten by dogs. I ran the dogs away and brought water to the horses head in a pale. It drank 3 pales worth and was eventually able to stand up. Once up it ate grass. It ate a lot of grass. I called the humane society and they came and picked it up. While we waited I pet it for awhile and sat with it. It touched me in a way that few things have lately. I feel an intense amount of pain for creatures, especially animals who can't take care of themselves. I don't go to the pound or I would leave with every animal.
I had to bail a sister out of jail recently. I remember while waiting I saw a door that said "escape tunnel" gong through the under of the jail. I so wanted to go down it and see where it led.
I went dancing a couple of nights ago. I was amazed to find I remembered the waltz fairly well. Then again it was a fairly easy dance. I was also thrown form an electric bull. My pride was hurt but the rest of me was ok.
I love Cat Power's voice. She could read me her grocery list and I would get all warm and fuzzy inside.
I watched a few people trade insults recently. They did it because they thought it showed strength. I disagree. Anyone can insult someone. It takes true strength to show love and emotions to others. Sometimes it takes strengths to hold those emotions in.
There are a lot of people who debate the afterlife. A lot of people think it is a blissful paradise. I have always thought this was paradise. I have free will, good health, good friends most f the time, I'm happy 99% of the time. I can't imagine a change in location making me happier.
Heres something about dating I have noticed. There are to situations which throw me off. One is the situation where you get in the car with someone and they turn your radio down and start singing the song on the radio. They have a horrid voice and murder the song and you try to turn the music up in the hopes of drowning them out. The other is when you go on a date and listen to someone for 5 minutes and realize you have tuned them out because they absolutely bore you to tears and you really don't have anything in common with the person besides the fact that your both sexy as hell. It could be worse though, they could be axe murderers.
When I meet new people that I am considering spending time with I tell them there is a deal breaker. I come with a chihuahua. If you take me, you have to take my buddy.