Arrows, Lemonade, and the Third Dick

Tonight has a special vibe. I’ve just recently read Albert Einstein’s “Out of My Later Years” and Shakespeare’s “Richard III.” Add to that selected readings from Shari Schrieber while listening to Beyonce and I would say the outcome is eclectic. Recently I have been thinking of getting my first tattoo. It would certainly be a line from Dick3 or something akin. Albert does a good job of avoiding the malfeasance associated with his nuclear work. And Beyonce just rules the scene as well she should, but no one from the 20th century is going on this Bentley.

Being underestimated is its own form of torture. Being ignored or taken for granted are particularly problematic also. Do you consider yourself an empath? According to the balance theory this must be the case.

What do we do when we are left behind with every reminder of days past? Grandpa’s pocket watch, grandma’s china, or pictures of innocence we can no longer comprehend? Where we are is simply “life” whereas the subjects of the nostalgia are “a lifetime ago.” It is problematic we can imagine lifetimes in our own lives. In fact it makes natural progression of stages seem like dénouement.

Reflection is both a blessing and a curse. It is a great way to review our own history files and determine opportunities for improvement. Conversely it can mean nostalgia – that fickle imp that makes us look at photo books and recall only the highlight reel of our lives. We didn’t get here unscathed. It is okay to remember the good. But for your own sanity remember the bad. When we whitewash our own history we wind up with false cognitions. When we get too used to it we whitewash things like the Civil War being a battle over slavery and change it to a simple political disagreement.

I plan on watching “Gaslight” tonight. I hope it is good because I have waltzed with the best. Trust your gut, trust science, trust facts, and never allow yourself to question your own sanity. Life can change on a dime. You’re a bad MoFo and have as much right to this rock as I do. It feels good to write something less dark.

Bask in the sun dear friend. If they talk shit they would have anyway.

And remember to love each other unequivocally.

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