This classic popped into my head today :

Warning, this contains swears.

But if that shit bothers you, what the fuck are you doing here?

I love this song because it’s the kind of sad schmaltzy song that was all the rage for a while in the 70’s perfectly punctured by the foul mouthed refrain.

Without that refrain, it would still be an okay song. Maudlin, to be sure, but expressing something real that a lot of people have probably been through.

But WITH the refrain, it’s a 70’s underground comedy classic.

I mean, can you IMAGINE playing that for a room ful of unexpecting stoner friends who are all good and blazed already?

People would laugh themselves sick! It would be like a bomb went off, with people laying everywhere clutching their sides. People living upstairs thinking you opened a door into Hell and they’re hearing all the demons laughing at the tormented.

It would be epic.

Anyhow, thought I would share a memory with y’all.

Did the Therapy Thursday thang. Doctor Costin continues to push me to, ya know, do stuff. Stuff to improve my lot or at the very least give me more social exposure.

And he reminded me to check out the local Pathways Clubhouse, so I am at least going to check out their website.

I am mainly interested in their employment services. I have heard that they help people like me who have no real job experience and are therefore not well suited to the traditional employment route (resumes, interviews, etc.) to get jobs that will give them some job experience to work with.

Being employed would do wonders for my mental health. I would finally be able to support myself and silence the demons of feeling like a burden to everyone once and for all. Hopefully.

But realistically, I know that my physical limitations limit my job opportunities too.

It’s not like I could stand behind a cash register or pack fish or anything like that.

But I could manage office work pretty well, I think. Especially if the place is wheelchair accessible, because if it’s wheelchair accessible, my walker would be no prob.

I’d love to work in filing. I love sorting things and putting them where they belong.

Basically, I could do any job you can do sitting down. I can only stand for maybe ten minutes tops and that is WITH the walker.

Without the walker, I would be lucky to make it two minutes.

The flies are still fucking here. I am going to have to borrow our tennis racket/handheld bug zapper and just zap any I see.

Might not make much of a dent in their population but it would make me feel better.

Thinking more long term, having these flying disease vectors flitting around me constantly cannot be good for a sickly fellow like myself.

I wonder if the government would spring for an exterminator.

More after the break.

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Do a little more

Trying to increase my activity level a little bit.

Baby steps. I am auditioning the idea of resisting my usual tendency to do things in big gushing waves of emotion that don’t last and instead experimenting with doing things slowly and methodically.

And spontaneously, when I can manage it. No planning, no forethought, just doing stuff when it occurs to me and not bothering to keep score.

Because what I am after is not just a change in behaviour, but in attitude.

My whole attitude toward life is wrong, wrong, wrong. I have been cringing and whinging and cowering and glowering for far too long.

I am a powerful and magnificent creature and I have nothing to be ashamed of. I deserve all the good things in life – money, sex, friendship, intellectual conversation, you name it – and I have every right to go out into that big busy world out there and get them for myself with my gifts.

Drop me into any workplace and I will be running the place within three months. Not officially, of course, but de facto. People will naturally start to follow me because I seem to know what I am doing and have great ideas that make things run better not just for the enterprise but for the people who comprise it too, and I am always funny and gentle and reasonable, unlike management.

To whom I will always be polite and deferential, of course. If they object to any of my reforms, I will apologize and say I was just trying to help and make things better in order to increase efficiency and thus profits.

That’s kind of hard to argue with.

I figure eventually they will wise up and move me into management where I belong.

Another change in life strategy is that I am going to go ahead and let my Moon in Sagittarius ego fly as high as it can get away with.

Because I’m fucking amazing, baby. And it’s high time I started to enjoy it. I am a goddamned wizard and my spells are both powerful and lasting. I can do things with words and personality that most people would think impossible.

Lke turn enemies into friends, make the mighty and corrupt doubt everything their reality is based on, bring shame to the shameless and guilt to those lacking conscience, challenge people to be true to their ideals, and in general, stir shit up.

The world of politics and public discourse is far too balkanized and static these days. The world needs someone to come along with fresh new ideas that challenge the status quo and also appeal to the people because they make sense to them.

Kind of like Ross Perot tried to do.

And I am just the shit disturber to do it. I will burst onto the scene throwing ideological hand grenades made of high octane words that rock people to their core and make them wake up and truly look around at what is going on.

Because there’s a lot of bastards getting away with the most heinous fuckery out there purely because we’re so scattered and distracted.

But things like the Covid response and the universal rejection of Putin show that the people can unite to solve problems if they want to.

All it takes is the right kind of inspiration.

And that’d where I come in.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.