here, here sister!!! hear yah... as for me...art would be my favorite therapeutic choice... of course with a beer and a toke... since i'm tired of the ol' way that i've noticed i react to life (ie. depression=boozin'+self-neglect +etc) so i'm working on figuring out what i use against myself, and letting it go... as for therapy...well, from the insanely bizzare history i've had, many have been in awe that i haven't pursued therapy (or perhaps that was their polite way of suggesting it ) but, i don't know, i guess i'm still fighting off a deep loathing for the pyschological institution... long story... but anyway, i've always also thought that know one can understand me as well as i can....cause i'm me... but objective opinion can be insightful...just don't take on anymore fucking labels...i think 'mental branding' can be dangerous. i mean hell, we're all 'crazy' for carlos sake... just some of us a bit more than others
~p.s. i didn't mean for my journal to appear as an apocalyptic war cry...ok, so maybe i did just a little...but not in a an arm to arm kind of way (or bomb to bomb for that matter)....i don't believe in war...i just think that we're already in one...we've been in one for a long long time...we're being attacked (we being the poor, weak, accused, workers, environment, etc.)...i feel this, i see this all the time...represented in the homeless 'crazies' that we've got spare changin' out in the streets because our healthcare system bailed on them in the reagan era....but the point is that i was just going off (like i would in my actual journal) on a mental jaunt on how much the suffering of the world weighs on my mind. and yet, feeling the slightness of not knowing what to do...what can i do...the little things i suppose...like acting against the immediate injustices i see happening around me...or something..oh i don't know..shit, could this comment be any longer??? oh, anyway, nice to meet you
~p.s. i didn't mean for my journal to appear as an apocalyptic war cry...ok, so maybe i did just a little...but not in a an arm to arm kind of way (or bomb to bomb for that matter)....i don't believe in war...i just think that we're already in one...we've been in one for a long long time...we're being attacked (we being the poor, weak, accused, workers, environment, etc.)...i feel this, i see this all the time...represented in the homeless 'crazies' that we've got spare changin' out in the streets because our healthcare system bailed on them in the reagan era....but the point is that i was just going off (like i would in my actual journal) on a mental jaunt on how much the suffering of the world weighs on my mind. and yet, feeling the slightness of not knowing what to do...what can i do...the little things i suppose...like acting against the immediate injustices i see happening around me...or something..oh i don't know..shit, could this comment be any longer??? oh, anyway, nice to meet you
also works great with "I can't believe it's not Love"...it comes in a big pink tub and it tastes a lot like chocolate.
also "Phun" ...the new bouncy rubber ball that inspires feelings of....happy?