Category: Must Laugh

What if Every Person Was Blind?

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Totally different Darwinism, human evolvement but, all of us blind. 

From birth. Imagine society having alternatively developed around convenience to manage without thought or attention to sight..  Akin to our reality, except this key difference of everyone being blind.

 This radically different evolution would have tesulted in no more attention to the “lack” of sight, being the norm, than attention we ourselves pay to ordinary mechanisms utilized to compensate our human “ordinary” physical limitations.. Not possessing sight would result in normalizing certain …conveniences – those things we give little thought to unless unavailable.  A ladder, elevator. Stairs.  Analygize creation of some sort of tool, assistive devise, the purpose of which is to make up for limitations.  

Limitations caused by a factor so common such as height and our civilization’s usage of steps.  Just as petite person in our reality need utilize a step stool to get a platter from some high shelf. 

Can you imagine such a world?  Born blind into a world peopled by blind humans since the earliest of history’s tale??!! 

Of course!  We humans would have crafted such a world making sense to our having lack of sight.

That lack of sight (don’t get confused, we’re talking bout this imaginary sightless world now) necessarily leaving a vacuum, a suction humankind would have filled by necessity and imagination.  Manifested by senses intensified by usage and ordinary living.  Smells, sounds, the touch of a misty breeze, all revealing deductions ordinarily played out in television and movie stories about superheroes – but here in this blog blind world – senses attached to our intelligence instead more developed, naturally evolved, due to focus of an active creative human mind with tools at disposal.

And then I wonder just wonder.  If then, I’d wager for sure, it would be different.  

Wobbles in tone and mixups of words noticed; uneven tempo of footfalls heard; iciness of hand and warmth of brow touched upon greeting…

There would be no “you look (insert positive here)!”.

Tedium and focus to explain not so necessary.  Deductive reasoning doing that job.

(Secret… what a relief it would be.)

Yours in reality and imagination about nevergoingtobesosafetoimagine things, (it is ok to be naughty some times)

Renée

why give a shit

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Ever ask yourself flat out real deal no baloney straight up why the fuck it matters?

You made or are making a choice. This that or the other deserves whatever energy you are giving/gave…

or not.

Which?

And to what point at all?

I’ve awoken to the sun shining on all I can do, and  alternatively that which must peaceably wait.

For me, the illustration is in my sisterchildhoodfriend letting me know she was genuinely worried because my bedroom is in a state never before seen let alone imagined.

Between moving on ceremonies and attendant rituals and celebrations; likewise high school graduation time absorbancy all encompassing -…….

… I’ve zero ability ((either energywise, physical capability -wise; emotional nonoverload-wise) – NO FRIGGINTENT WAY my room warrants even a smidgen of attention.

Except to slide stuff over on the bed to make room and so be it if stuff falls to the floor.

Otherwise, next.

Always a list of priorities and yep a straightened room feels most peaceful so priority it will get.

In another day or so.

Yours in letting unproductive anxiety go,

Renée

Twisted humor a must

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Our kids need spiritual food from us parents.  Smiles, hugs, kisses, laughter and expressions of love, all vital to making sure your child doesn’t become an adult asshole.

All the goodness, that spiritual food, comes from a parent’s core of happy strength.

Pain, especially chronic (never freakin ending, this must be a joke, what the heck!) pain – tends to warp that happy strength core – sucks that goodness from a parent’s soul leaving instead a whirlpool of despair.

Whirlpools of despair won’t be full after feeding on the parent’s happy strength, the next victims are the children.

How to stop from getting sucked deep into that whirlpool of despair?  

Find a funny.  Something that makes you actually, spontaneously, truly – laugh out loud.  

And because you’re in pain, “normal” type humor may just not cut it.

It will likely have to be something ironically twistedly true that is utterly ridiculous in fact so the laughter is hysteria tinged.  Note: cutting down as much hysteria tinge as possible is better when finding humor and your kids are with you.  Hysteria is almost as freaky to our kids as them seeing us suffer.

Actively seeking funny seems phony.  Until the laughter spurts without thinking.  Laughing (and all those natural brain chemicals that laughter releases which make us feel happy) breaks thorny brambles of anger/frustration/sadness, making holes so the funny can also find you.   Of course, it isn’t like buying an ice cream cone and getting instant yum.  Finding funny and helping it find you is WORK.  Because you’re in pain goddamn it, and pain simply sucks.  And on its own, pain is far from funny.

You love your kids though, and that love needs laughter to thrive and be expressed so those kiddos can feel it.  So personal to you, what you find funny, don’t allow meanness to get any hold – leave negativity to the pain (it’s an expert).You, as a thinking parent, make it positive with your funny.  And don’t worry, most likely your funny won’t be mainstream, well yeah, because having chronic pain is not mainstream.

Meet one of my three trolls – all are my constant companions – this big guy pictured up top is probably the one who is most insecure, seemingly wanting the most attention from me.  And we know that insecurity is the root of most evils.

He loves to squish his thumb into my skull trying to pop my eyeballs out.  Imagine that rubber kid toy where you push in the top of the head and the eyes pop out.  Funny right? Well funny enough for me.

I found this big meanie greenie (the three trolls are the “meanie greenies” they don’t deserve individual names) in the “oh my god how am I going to function today I need to get back to sleep” early hours of a morning.  Just fyi, having horror dreams, me waking at the moment of being killed, are wonderful for providing the chance to do random internet searches.  It was while waiting for my heart to find its way back into my chest after the horror dream grabbed it, that I happened upon images of three trolls.

To my great (and admittedly initially hysterical) amusement, I found each troll image to exemplify (to my mind, again this is as personal as can be), my three major categories of pain.

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He is the most disgusting.  He sits on a shoulder and just twists that spike up into my head while going “squeak squeak”; ofttimes he uses a strand of rusty barbed wire, threading it up from my neck and out of my eye.  Twisting with his “squeaking”.  In my imagination I try to shove him off and he just picks his nose and flicks it. Yuck!
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This guy is mischievously unpredictable and enjoys wacking me here, there, everywhere! Just when I think I can anticipate a spot where I’ll have a sharp stab of pain… nope, he gets a totally different spot…. whoooohooooooooo!

 

All three of these jerky fellows are having their fun right now so I’m going to see if I can nap them into calm.

How about you?  Do you look for funny?

Sincerely ours in not giving in,

Renée