Can you imagine what I would have been if the calculated calculations weren’t ignored?
Me neither. Do you know why?
(This is the part where you say, “Why Bob?”)
Because thinking about the would’ve, could’ve and should’ve are wastes of valuable, healthy brain cells and time…both of which are precious and shouldn’t be wasted. Like Popeye says…”I am what I am and that’s all that I am…”
Frank did this panel way back in 2010…November 7, 2010 to be exact. I can’t believe how different I looked back then…I wonder why he used to draw me like that… I look so… flat.
Anyway, the message remains the same…and this happens to be one of my all-time favorites… simple and direct.. just like me.
I’ve seen Frank give lectures on bullying. It’s stuff that is really sad to hear. I sometimes forget all the tormenting that he had to endure just to get through the day. He used a great deal of what he went through in his graphic novel “better man” I know it was hard for him to be that honest… but I think that it was harder NOT to be honest. He never really stood up for himself until later on. I think if he had stood up earlier, his life would have been VASTLY different. Who knows, maybe he and I would have never been a he and I.
Frank always likes to say: “You can let it define you or refine you.” I pretty sure he made that up on his own. Pretty cool, huh?
I’ll post more on bullying later on our journey together… stay safe out there tonight.
Am I wrong? Does “anywhere but here” make a tear drop’s worth of sense to anyone? I mean, there will be here as soon as you get there. So in essence you’d be replacing one here for another here. A here is a here but it almost always starts out as a there. A that place becomes a this place. It’s the law…
I don’t like it, but I accept it. Even paradise, which I talked about earlier, ends up being a here when you find it, label it and finally get there.
I had all this great Halloween stuff I wanted to rant about…. honest, I did. But between where ever there was to this moment, the rant ranted right out of my head. I’ll talk more about the whole “there” and “here” thing later on in the day.
What is paradise? I really don;t know how something so specific to the individual can have a very precise definition. We have to settle for the vagueness of Webster or the inconsistency of Wikipedia or we can just look within ourselves to figure out our own definition.
I will not define my paradise. If I have to constantly think about there being a better place than the one I’m currently in, what kind of attention will I pay to my place? I mean, if there is a paradise, what’s the point of here? Maybe if I did define my paradise, I’d be happier… but I doubt it. What if paradise isn’t a specific place but rather a state of mind, a presence, an emotion? What if I figure out what it is and then later find something that is MORE paradisical? (is that a word?)
No matter what, I’m probably not going to be right. So when Eddie Money sings on and on about buying two tickets to paradise you have to wonder how well he knows the other ticket holder. What if that isn’t their paradise? It’s be a waste of a ticket.
I wonder if Eddie Money lies awake at night thinking he may have upset some philosophical balance?
If it seems like I’m begging you Disney… good, because begging is what I was going for. Everyone has a price… for those out there that say they don’t they’re lying. There’s always a price… even FREE has a price. After shelling out for Star Wars…your boy Bob is a bargain!
I like to play both sides… that way even if I lose, I kinda sorta win. This is why I tend to embrace both fate and randomness. If you are a student of both, anything weird that happens can be explained using either schools of thought and outlook. NOt that anyone really wants to hear that a broken leg was all because of fate… or randomness.
Randomness, to me, makes you feel more like an innocent victim. Something bad happened…but it was a random act. No pre-meditation. Fate tells me that if something bad happened to me, it was already written somewhere that it would happen.
Either way, the only way to deal with it, is to deal with it.
I think there should be a third school of thought to deal with dealing with it… but I’ll leave that for another time.
It’s that something else that makes me think that maybe this time I won’t get bored. But you know what? It happens. I get bored and then I try and concentrate and try to avoid it, but it just keeps knock, knock, knocking on my headache’s door.
I’m not really sure if this makes any sense…I think it goes without saying that something shiny distracted me in the middle of this. How something shiny got in the middle is beyond me, I usually keep the shiny stuff at the beginning.
What is your monday going to be like? My monday is going to consist of me helping my family get prepared for the worst and hope for the best. Hiding whatever nuts I can along with batteries, water and more nuts. Squirrels usually have pretty decent instincts when it comes to smelling danger. I honestly don’t think we’ll get it as bad as is anticipated… but as I always say (not really):
Having it and not needing it is WAY BETTER than needing it and not having it.
There are lots and lots and lots of big questions…about life, the universe, Matlock… It could take a whole lifetime to answer just one… and even then, you probably won’t get the answer right. I like to set my aspirations a little lower…. lower expectations more often than not garner above average satisfaction.
So start with the questions you can answer pretty well. Sometimes those answers can help with the harder questions.
If not, get a pizza and come back tomorrow. But remember, not every place in the universe delivers.