You Crazy People

All my friends are crazy. Every single person I know is a total lunatic. This means you. This means you even if I don't know you. Yeah, YOU.

YOU are CRAZY!

What? That offends you? Are you really objecting to what you're reading here?
Why - is the tone too rude? Too blunt? Too abrupt?
It is all your fault you know. The voice you hear is you. Sure these words have connotations but I am not saying them to you in a mean way. No one is talking here. You're hearing voices in your head right now. Because you are crazy.
Not the wild sexy things you do. Not the little illegalities you commit at the liquor store. Not the way you drive. Not what you belive about your parents, or God, or your pets. None of that makes you crazy. You just are.

A Gift, a Poem

Got this in an otherwise painful email the other day:

{ Here's a poem
I Am a Strange Loop
Chasing the Sun
Looking for Peace on Earth
and a Future Perfect
Eureka! I say
Who Can Save Us Now?
1001 Ways to Be Romantic
What If?

Marie }

One of those personal little gems which shine with meaning.
You should know they are titles of books I have on the shelf. The poet was using them to give me comfort and it did much to soften a hard day.

Wow

I wrote a few lines a while ago (below) and then I blinked.
I am a few weeks past half-time now and can't believe all the 'life' I have experienced just since then. Take a step back in time to 2008, before the holidays:

{ My job is officially one-fourth of the way to completion. The hectic get everything up and running craziness is over. Now there are twenty weeks of maintainance and routine. Then the spin-down. Shifting into "cruise mode" makes me nervous. }

I never published this. It was too much journal and not enough point. Sure, I realize I am the only reader of this so far but it isn't a journal. Metacognition has a point. I am possesed of enough ego to want to share my pointed observations.

With anyone.

And me.

I guess I'm in "cruise mode" now and it seems fine. Job-wise, not home-wise.
At home things went "red-alert" and "shields up" if the analogy holds.

So, that's the point of this. Analogies can be used to think about thinking.

Surfacing

Read a cool book.

Surfacing by Andrew Scott Turner.

The setting is an underground civilization about two hundred years from now. The people retreated from America as the self-destruct commenced. As the decades passed, they went deeper until the time when our story takes place.
I loved the young female protagonist. She's as fiery as I hope I'm raising mine to be. She's a swimmer, like I was at her age. (Undefeated! Go Marlins!)
Really, it deserves a good critique. It harks back to the Hollow Earth stories of a century ago. It inverts the post-colonial thrust because the protagonist is driven to ascend for her encounter with the society her people left behind.
Stay tuned.

Forget It!

I built it. I tore it down.
I know where it hurts. I make it better.
I know where it is weakened.
I make it stronger.
I know what I can not do. I try.
I find new ways.
I am building it.