With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going past them into the impossible.
2001-08-25 - 1:11 p.m.
Yesterday I had the most traumatic experience of my life. Finding out I had cancer was nothing compared to this. When I came home last night I took out the garbage went in the house and had some ice cream. Just as I finished eating I looked at my leg and there right on my pants was a slug. Now I have always said that slugs were absolute proof that there is no god, having one on my leg was beyond endurance. I immediately flicked him off with the back of my hand. That of course meant that I had to scrub my hand afterwards to get off the slug slime. Now this puts the rest of this entry in a different light. I am not really sure that my sanity is still intact after that shock. I will give this warning. Everything you read here might be a delusion of a madman, and not necessarily a wise one.
So where was I coming home from? A concert of course. I went to the New York Irish Festival. I was giving passes to it when I saw Dan Bern at the Turning Point. The Festival was good though I'm not enamored of Paddy Reilly. Black 47 rocked as usual. I am a sucker for festivals; they should always give me passes. I can't resist Festival food or Festival merchandise. I even had a Guinness. I only drink about 4 times a year and it's always a dark beer. This was my first drink of 2001. It was also my last Guinness, it's swill. One of the people running the fest was supposed to give me freebies for today, he didn't L That's OK I'll go see the "In there own words" show at the Bottom Line instead. Dan Bern, Marti Jones, and Don Dixon will be on the bill.
I was exhausted bye the time the festival was over last night. Perhaps that is why I allowed my thoughts to turn to Tina. Have I written about Tina before? She is Chez's daughter and competes with Chez for being my most stressful relationship. I met her on telepersonals, a phone dating service. On our first date we went to see the Roche's Christmas show. It really went well, I had a great time and really liked her. The next day I of course got the "Lets Just Be Friends" speech. In this case she really meant it though. We started talking every day and became really close. The next time we got together we were going to the Liberty Science Center. For some bizarre reason it was closed that day and we had to scramble to find something to do. We ended up going to Thomas Edison's laboratory. It was a great day and I was feeling very close to Tina. We kept on talking for about a month. Every day we would talk. We spend a huge amount of times talking about her problems but I didn't mind. There were a few times that I stayed up all night helping her though things.
Then out of the blue she tells me that she doesn't want to be my friend anymore. She said that she wasn't getting enough out of it! After saying that she just started talking about her problems and expected me to listen. I didn't of course.
That set the pattern for our relationship. Things would go well then she'd hurt me. After a while she would come back and ask me to be her friend again. I stupidly would acquiese. I would usually make her do something in return though. For a while she was paying me to be her friend. She was technically paying me to help her do her schoolwork; she is a graduate psyche student. Her problems grew worse though. She actually assaulted me a few times. Once she drew blood.
After every incident I would take a vacation from her. Sometimes for as long as six months. When things were going well it was great. She'd be my closest friend, the one who I would confide in. It would never last though. The vacations started getting longer and longer and the friendships shorter and shorter. Two summers ago it reached the breaking point. I took her to see Christine Lavin. It was the first time we'd been together in months. On the way home she tried to break my finger. That was it. I told her I never wanted to see her again. We would occasionally talk but I would keep distant and cold. The one time I broke down was when she was really sick. I took her to the emergency room when her fever hit 105.
She will still call me occasionally. She tells me that she will always love me. I feel guilty pushing her away but I have to for my own well-being. She doesn't have other friends but that is her fault not mine. I wish I could help her but I can't.
One more change of subject. Leah wants me to write about her. I of course mention her in my diary all the time. She has the second most references of anyone. She says that what I write isn't substantial though. She said I should write what I really think of her. OK here it is.
I think Leah is wonderful. I say that I'm her pseudo-paternal figure and she is my pseudo-daughter. She is incredibly talented. She is a fantastic singer and the one song I heard that she wrote was marvelous. She also acts and would like to do musical comedy. Whatever career she chooses she has the talent to be a star. She promised me that I'd make the liner notes of her first album. I'm expecting to see that some day. I will also get comps to her performances. I will even go see her in that crime against theatre Cats if she is in it.
Are you happy Leah? I told all the world what I think of you.
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