St. Anger And The Hudsons
Today's "Zen" proverb of the day: "When you try to stay on the surface of the water, you sink; but when you try to sink, you float." Let that be a lesson Y'all! lol
Ok, so I started trying to work up this post yesterday, and it began with a little letting off of some steam. I'm not angry, like right now in the present sense I am not "in a bad mood", I am fine really. I am still working on myself, and taking things one day at a time. It works... for me at least. But I think one of the reasons why I don't have an alcohol or a drug problem, or have to be institutionalized for any psych problems is because I don't mind freely sharing what's on my mind. I feel unhealthy when I keep things bottled up inside, my emotions and feelings, I let them out as much as possible. I think it helps keep me relatively well adjusted (as much as is possible on this crooked rock lol).
But anyways, when I started this post I was merely letting out a few of my angry feelings... and I feel better. But here, I'll share:
I'm angry...
Now that I've gotten all that off my chest, I must tell you what happened afterward. Mr. J (Uncle Richie... should I start calling him Uncle Richie since I am Aunt Jackie? lol), well we went out earlier in the eve to grab a bite to eat. We enjoyed, he had a few beers as he does love to do, and we came back home and I goofed around on the internet for a while, and he was watching some war thing on the History channel. From time-to-time, he would find something hilarious or interesting and call me in there to see it. Sometimes this agitates me and I don't watch my actions... but I am trying to do more "thinking before I speak" stuff... Trying not to do insensitive things that start conflicts. I took a deep breath and just went along with it, I humored him and went to check out what he was enthused about, then would head back to the computer.
I stayed up too late really, but when we finally did go to bed we talked for a little while and I don't quite remember drifting off to sleep, or when.
Then, the dreams... as always a few I don't remember or that are hazy, but at some point in the night, Slash came to pick me up and take me to L.A. with him. I was excited of course and I have always had a bit of a "thing" for Slash (read "Out Ta Get Me"). So Slash was taking me back to his place, right? I was all staring at his thighs and hair (lol), trying to remember I was married and contain myself.
Funny thing is, it was very vivid and more real than just a plain "normal" dream. Another thing that leads me to feel that it could've been more like a 'dream visit' was the anti-romantic nature of it all. [Wouldn't I have made my dream a little sexier?]
Slash was driving this older, solid black pick-up truck, all the while swigging whiskey from some bottle in a brown-paper sack. That would be him!!!
Meanwhile, I'm just riding in the passenger side thinking, "What the HELL am I doing?? Will I NEVER learn?? I'm sober and sitting here flying down the highway with this intoxicated dude. WTF!?!"
So then Slash starts talking about his wife, Perla. "Oh man, she's so cool! You're gonna LOVE her!!" He says. I'm side-glancing him thinking, 'Dude... I don't care to hear about how great your wife is'. Slash continues, "And she's so fucking beautiful... she's got the best tits!!"
I am all for dude loving his wife, but I mean damn! Have a little sensitivity here... why in the hell are you picking ME up in your black truck and taking me home with you then?? What's this all about?? I'm starting to wonder all those things and more and the scene fades. Pretty much it switches to us having arrived I guess. We're in some very weird 'Salon-looking area' very "L.A." I am feeling uneasy and like I am being stared at the wrong way.
Suddenly, some woman (not Slash's wife) sets off some kinda smoke bomb that emits a powerful sleeping gas I guess. The people around me were all like, "Nooooo!!" and I looked around and then suddenly felt affects much like Anesthesia and was knocked out cold, face down on the floor.
When I woke up, I was sitting with a very stern Perla. She was analyzing my every move and asking me what I was doing there. I nervously replied to her that I was really a big fan and only friends with her husband. All of a sudden MY HUSBAND is there (I don't know how on Earth Richie got there, but he was sitting at a little table kind of close to where we were). Waves of relief washed over me and I pointed to him and said, "There's MY husband, he's a guitarist too. He loves Slash!" I guess I was thinking that this would drop her guard and she would warm up to me and trust me.
However, it wasn't until I told her everything that Slash had said about her on the trip there, even about the beautiful and the tits comments... I left nothing out. She seemed to light up like a Christmas tree then. At this point any hope of hanging out with Slash myself has been thwarted, and I look to see a very focused pair of guitar players hanging out together... my husband and Slash are all into some Jam session and I am left to my 'girl visit' with his lovely wife.
I should've known it wasn't going to work out.
Then a bit later, "Uncle Richie" and I were somewhere else in our very own Romantic entanglement (if you know what I mean), and it was rolling along nicely until some people busted into the room. These people I won't name who they are because they're the family of one of my In-Laws an it was very strange to me. They had come into town because of some bad news with their father though.
Needless to say, none of the events ended the way I would've had them end, so who knows. Interesting the way my mind works anyroad!
Hope you enjoyed and I wish for you all a happy and safe weekend. :)
Ok, so I started trying to work up this post yesterday, and it began with a little letting off of some steam. I'm not angry, like right now in the present sense I am not "in a bad mood", I am fine really. I am still working on myself, and taking things one day at a time. It works... for me at least. But I think one of the reasons why I don't have an alcohol or a drug problem, or have to be institutionalized for any psych problems is because I don't mind freely sharing what's on my mind. I feel unhealthy when I keep things bottled up inside, my emotions and feelings, I let them out as much as possible. I think it helps keep me relatively well adjusted (as much as is possible on this crooked rock lol).But anyways, when I started this post I was merely letting out a few of my angry feelings... and I feel better. But here, I'll share:
I'm angry...
- That decent human beings on this planet are less by the day.
- That some people have some "holier than thou" attitude and have some sense of "entitlement" just because they have talent, or need sympathy, etc.
- When people take something that doesn't belong to them without asking if you mind...
- When people do or say something thinking they are giving you a 'dose of your own medicine'.
- That ALL the good band names, song names, book names are taken, and that having an original thought nowadays is about as easy as picking your nose through your ear.
- At all the anger in the world.
- With myself for not doing more.
- That Gene Simmons was right when he said, "Money's not the root of all evil, LACK of money is the root of all evil."
- That I didn't marry Gene Simmons.
Now that I've gotten all that off my chest, I must tell you what happened afterward. Mr. J (Uncle Richie... should I start calling him Uncle Richie since I am Aunt Jackie? lol), well we went out earlier in the eve to grab a bite to eat. We enjoyed, he had a few beers as he does love to do, and we came back home and I goofed around on the internet for a while, and he was watching some war thing on the History channel. From time-to-time, he would find something hilarious or interesting and call me in there to see it. Sometimes this agitates me and I don't watch my actions... but I am trying to do more "thinking before I speak" stuff... Trying not to do insensitive things that start conflicts. I took a deep breath and just went along with it, I humored him and went to check out what he was enthused about, then would head back to the computer.
I stayed up too late really, but when we finally did go to bed we talked for a little while and I don't quite remember drifting off to sleep, or when.
Then, the dreams... as always a few I don't remember or that are hazy, but at some point in the night, Slash came to pick me up and take me to L.A. with him. I was excited of course and I have always had a bit of a "thing" for Slash (read "Out Ta Get Me"). So Slash was taking me back to his place, right? I was all staring at his thighs and hair (lol), trying to remember I was married and contain myself.
Funny thing is, it was very vivid and more real than just a plain "normal" dream. Another thing that leads me to feel that it could've been more like a 'dream visit' was the anti-romantic nature of it all. [Wouldn't I have made my dream a little sexier?]Slash was driving this older, solid black pick-up truck, all the while swigging whiskey from some bottle in a brown-paper sack. That would be him!!!
Meanwhile, I'm just riding in the passenger side thinking, "What the HELL am I doing?? Will I NEVER learn?? I'm sober and sitting here flying down the highway with this intoxicated dude. WTF!?!"
So then Slash starts talking about his wife, Perla. "Oh man, she's so cool! You're gonna LOVE her!!" He says. I'm side-glancing him thinking, 'Dude... I don't care to hear about how great your wife is'. Slash continues, "And she's so fucking beautiful... she's got the best tits!!"
I am all for dude loving his wife, but I mean damn! Have a little sensitivity here... why in the hell are you picking ME up in your black truck and taking me home with you then?? What's this all about?? I'm starting to wonder all those things and more and the scene fades. Pretty much it switches to us having arrived I guess. We're in some very weird 'Salon-looking area' very "L.A." I am feeling uneasy and like I am being stared at the wrong way.
Suddenly, some woman (not Slash's wife) sets off some kinda smoke bomb that emits a powerful sleeping gas I guess. The people around me were all like, "Nooooo!!" and I looked around and then suddenly felt affects much like Anesthesia and was knocked out cold, face down on the floor.
When I woke up, I was sitting with a very stern Perla. She was analyzing my every move and asking me what I was doing there. I nervously replied to her that I was really a big fan and only friends with her husband. All of a sudden MY HUSBAND is there (I don't know how on Earth Richie got there, but he was sitting at a little table kind of close to where we were). Waves of relief washed over me and I pointed to him and said, "There's MY husband, he's a guitarist too. He loves Slash!" I guess I was thinking that this would drop her guard and she would warm up to me and trust me.
However, it wasn't until I told her everything that Slash had said about her on the trip there, even about the beautiful and the tits comments... I left nothing out. She seemed to light up like a Christmas tree then. At this point any hope of hanging out with Slash myself has been thwarted, and I look to see a very focused pair of guitar players hanging out together... my husband and Slash are all into some Jam session and I am left to my 'girl visit' with his lovely wife.
I should've known it wasn't going to work out.
Then a bit later, "Uncle Richie" and I were somewhere else in our very own Romantic entanglement (if you know what I mean), and it was rolling along nicely until some people busted into the room. These people I won't name who they are because they're the family of one of my In-Laws an it was very strange to me. They had come into town because of some bad news with their father though.
Needless to say, none of the events ended the way I would've had them end, so who knows. Interesting the way my mind works anyroad!
Hope you enjoyed and I wish for you all a happy and safe weekend. :)
Comments
Furious!! That's b'cuz it IS Slash. :)) I lurve Slash as I have said before.