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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Insulting the broccoli gods and other musings

So, what is in me?

I often ask this when the music fades, or the news is done for another cycle, and I'm sitting here typing to a world of no one in particular.  I have said a lot of times, you blog to help yourself, to let out stress, to confess, to make a wish in a balloon that someone else might see the world the way you do, and that person might find the balloon, Nena-like, and let it go...

And sometimes you just cuss your fingers and wonder how "the way" typed out as "they wat".

I got up this morning knowing it was one of THOSE mornings.  Where a ball of despair, nameless and needless, sits in the pit of my stomach looking for some good reason to wrap around and make me miserable.  This morning, it was out of luck.  I gave it to God, and he gave me hot orders, parts left off the marker, and left-open punchlines enough to ignore it to death.

Tonight I watched a vlog by a friend in England.  It was neat to see his face, hear his voice, look into the eyes of a man who has struggled with much in his elderly days, and still showing his optimism.

Today, I read another blogger's struggles with cancer.  Reminded me of the war games that KC plays- for every enemy soldier shot down, another rises.  But he goes on.  As Wolverine once said, "Beats the alternative."

Tonight, I wrestled a daemon whose greatest ally is boredom.  In the end, the boredom consumed the daemon.  Imagine that.  When you fight temptation, temptation fights back.  When you roll over for it... it withers.  Sometimes, temptation wants nothing better than a good fight.
ME:  What do ya got?
Tempt: Well, um, uh...
ME:  Same ol' same ol', huh?  Later.

Then I make something to eat.  Saw pepperoni pizza oozing out of my Hot Pockets instead of Philly steak.  Eh, at least it wasn't broccoli and cheddar.




And at the end of the day, I see one little line, a comment on someone else's blog about something totally unrelated that sums up the whole day and the hope that IS what's inside of me...


who would of known? The anti-Christ is a dead chicken 


Yep.  That about covers it.



16 comments:

  1. "When you fight temptation, temptation fights back. When you roll over for it... it withers." <-My favorite quote of yours, and there have been many.

    Keep your spirits up, CW. You're a wise and kindhearted man.

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    1. I thank you for the second, and hope to live up to your first.

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  2. The world of blogging is a strange world, but the world of the world is strange a strange world too. I guess blogging is just a reflection just about anything that's out there. Whatever in the world that means. It's just my few words about worlds.

    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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    1. Say, have you met JoAnne's Ramblings?

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  3. Hmmm. That looks awfully familiar...

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  4. Well, now, that explains a lot of things.

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    1. Depending on what you're hoping to explain...

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  5. Great post. I know the feeling. But we still forge ahead don't we? You're a good guy!

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    1. Thanks Barb, I can always count on you for a pick up when needed.

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  6. Glass is half full post for sure- glad it wasn't broccoli and cheddar. LOL

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    1. Believe me, B&C would have flown halfway to the woods rather than getting ate!

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  7. Chris:
    I hear 'ya man...!
    I do like that fact you mentioned about temptation "fighting back".
    I pursue the "blissful" gig when it comes around...I do what the city of Ft. Wayne does to the SE side of town - I IGNORE IT...lol.

    Funny you mention Hot Pockets...I had a "hankering" (remember what those are?) for some, and the PIZZA ones came to mind...
    Maybe the wind was blowing right and I smelled the ones YOU made...!

    Boredom - ah, yes, the one thing I often have in abundance, but never give into, unlike the locals who seek "diversions" to assuage that feeling...like shooting into someone';s house (for kicks, perhaps?)...typical behavior from the unwashed , uneducated and government-sponsored masses.

    A very good post with lots to think on.

    Stay safe and warm up there, brother.

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    1. And had I smelled the ones I cooked, I might have looked at the box a little sooner...

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  8. Hey Susie told me about my quote being used. Love it.

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    1. It fit the night and the mood so well- kind of an absurdist's look at my day. Feel free to use a quote of mine anytime!

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