…Or, So I’ve Been Informed.
However…
…At Times Like These I Think That Statement Is Total BS.
Some Of Us Don’t Have A Reason For Doing So.
If And When I DO Have A Really Real Personal Item For Writing…
…I Tend To Procrastinate Like A Mo FO, Fo SHO.
If I’m Writing For The Sake Of Doing So…
…I Usually End-Up Finishing, Regardless Of The Topic.
Once I Get On A Roll…
…Well…
…You’d Best Be Lookin’-Out.
ANYWAY…
…My Reason For Writing Today Is A Good One…
…Or So I Believe.
I Was Going To Talk About Writing In General.
I Was Going To Talk About How I Don’t Consider Myself A Good One (read as “Person”).
I Was Going To Talk About Life, In All It’s Oddly Intriguing Ways.
Now, I’m Unsure.
The Topic That Was In My Head Would’ve Honestly Needed More Tinkering Than I’m Allowing Myself.
So, What To Talk About?
I Suppose My Favorite Topic Is PAIN.
Real…
…Perceived…
…Imaginary.
Pain That Physically Hurts.
Pain That Mentally Hurts.
And…
…Of Course…
…Pain That Emotionally Hurts.
I’ve Made Some Of My Business Open, And How I Feel Like A Dealer In PAIN.
Not That I Want To Administer It.
No No.
Just That I Think I Understand It.
The Question Then Becomes…
…What Have I Learned-About-It/Taken-Away-From-It?
That It F-In’ Hurts, For Starters.
Whether It’s Happening Directly To You…
…Or To Someone You Know, Or Are With.
Whether It Happens Here…
…Or In Some Far Away City/State/Country.
At Those Times, We Remember All About Our Pains…
…Personal AND Perceived.
So…
…Do We Feel Pain Because Something Happened To Distress People?
Honestly…
…Not Really.
We Try To.
We Just Can’t Totally Connect To The People, And Therefore We Will Unlikely Totally Connect With Them, Nor Their Actions.
"Better ThEM THAN Than ME"
…And I See Nothing To Support An Argument Otherwise.
Now…
…Do We Feel Pain Because Something Happens To Someone We Know AND Love?
Yes.
Yes We Do.
We Feel It Keenly And Hardcore.
So Why?
Why Does Pain Attack Us Most When It’s Someone Personal To Us, And Not Toward Those Elsewhere?
Because We’re (mostly) Numb.
Numb From Seeing It On TV, CONTINUALLY.
Numb From The Video Games That The Kids Play With These Days.
Numb From Movies…
…Numb From The News…
…Numb, Numb, NUMB!!!
Numb Is The ONLY Reason To Do What We Do At Times.
At Other Times, It Takes A Better Approach.
The Problem Is DISCOVERING, Simply, WHAT The Better Approach Really REALLY IS.
Sadly…
…Bradley Does NOT Know What Said Better Approach Really Is.
I Never Have.
I Make Decisions, Yes, But Almost Always I Do So Out Of My Own Personal State Of Numbness.
Sometimes, I Convey My Feelings Quite Well.
The Rest Of The Times I Consider Myself A Failure In That Department.
I Don’t Know How To Be Subtle.
I Don’t Know How To Be Absolutely Careful In My Personal Situations.
I’ve Done So SO Many Stupid Things In Life.
And Those Things Sincerely Stick In My Craw.
They Massively Stick in My Craw…
…And I’m Unable To Find A Happy Medium.
Period.
I Hate Being Extreme.
Too Far Right Means I’m An Asshole For Life With Sincerely No Opinions Other Than Those Already Expressed By Others.
I’d Believe In God…
…I’d Believe In Guns…
…Nuf ‘Ced.
Too Far To The Left, I’m A Radical.
I’m An Outcast.
I’m The Blackest Sheep In A Family Of Black Sheep.
Sheesh.
Once Again, I’ve Written Myself In A Sort-Of Circle.
I Don’t Know What I Should Do With My Issues, Other Than Ignoring Them.
But That’s The Biggest Problem Of All.
I Shut My Feelings Off Way Too Easily…
…And Always Keep Myself Very Calm…
…Centered…
…But When One Door Closes Another Opens…
…Right???
RIGHT!!!
A Chapter Of My Life Has Ended.
Honestly…
…I’m Glad It’s Done And Over-With.
One Less Perpetual Headache To Handle.
Once Again…
…I Was Cold.
I Was Sleepy.
I Was Ready To Be Done.
My Problem Is…
…How I Managed This.
I’m Likely In For A Round Of Bashing.
Those Happen Anyway, Without My Assistance.
Holy Shit, My Peeps.
Yet Another Aimless Ramble.
I (almost) Never Sicken Of The Things We Call Daily Life…
…(almost).
Then Rest Is Always Preferred.
Publishing, Regardless, Is One Of True Bliss.
So, Perhaps I Should Digress For The Moment With A Digression.
I Have A Pot of Coffee, A Smoke Rolled-Up.
I’m Even Listening To…
by DEPECHE MODE
…So GO ME!
December 28TH, My Nephew Will Be Staying Here With My family And I.
So, That’s Cool.
MY BEST To Your AND Yours, My Peeps.
L8r L8r, Tater-Tots!!!
–BRADLEY ALAN
"You Jivin' Me, Turkey?" 