If It Is Not Yours…

…Leave it alone.

Simple concept.

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The Business Of Dying…

…And all the times we pay the price.

Someone posted something about how you might feel insignificant in the world but listed the ways in which you are not.

But I don’t think it’s true – and this isn’t a plea for people to tell me it’s true – but I don’t think people think of me when…
I really feel it wouldn’t matter if I just didn’t show up.

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Growing Up…

…All over again.

So, I am sure I haven’t mentioned it because well, basically I’ve been avoiding everything in life since that time, but I had a catastrophic event happen in October 2016 – I was standing in a mall in San Antonio, Texas attempting to use an ATM to buy what turned out to be a horrible breakfast. Seriously, even the coffee was bad; but it seems like it was indicative of what was to come.

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Time And Contemplation…

…And cleaning up the mess therein. 
I often find myself saying “but people wouldn’t understand”.  I am sure that may seem self indulgent and narcissistic, as if my problems are *so* much that no one could possibly relate. 

No. That’s not really it. That’s not how I mean it. I think, really, more of what’s going on is I don’t relate to how other people handle problems. I’m not faulting “others”, as I’m the odd man out. I see a similar behavior in others which I don’t possess. I really do not know how to ask for help and when I do try to ask for help, I tend to fail pretty epically at it.

Sometimes, I think I should talk to some one, go visit a therapist. The problem is, however, I am not sure I am ready to let these demons out. Yea, no. I’m not ready to walk with them, and likely, by the time I may be ready, they will be in the past… 

…and I don’t visit the past readily. The past if gone, and I’m over it. 

I may not need that therapist after all. I probably just have to get through today