I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
September 02, 2017 - 3:58 p.m.
I was about to write then fell asleep. When I woke up from my nap I thought it was Friday and worried about having time to get to therapy. I started this an hour ago. I once again fell asleep. I'm going to have coffee and breakfast and see if I can write after that.
Caffeine is coursing through my veins. Coffee, the magic elixir, has transformed a sleepy mortal into a Superhero! Beware evildoers, The Wise Madman is here!
I had therapy yesterday. It was a weird session. I heard one of her stories and one of her jokes. There walls of her office are lined with chairs. Do you know why? I knew My Gentle Readers would figure it out; they are for group sessions. One of her patients asked her what they were for and she said, "My imaginary friends." I thought the answer was going to be, "My patients with multiple-personality disorder."
I'm doing something which might be stupid or at least inefficient. There is a Stop & Shop in New Rochelle where I switch from the MetroNorth to the 45 bus. I used to stop there on the way home from therapy. Now I take the 45 bus all the way to Pelham Bay then take the BX29 to the Stop & Shop at Co-op City. That's because it's one bus home from there and if I buy ice cream there it hasn't totally melted by the time I get home. I could just make a special trip some other day. The ice cream is less than half the price that I have to pay on City Island. Yesterday I got Chocolate Reese's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream.
Last night I watched Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It was not worth the wait. Two things I liked, with a doubling of IQ Eddie Redmayne's Newt would make an excellent Doctor Who and Dan Fogler who played Jacob Kowalski the baker resembled Michael Vale, the Donut Maker from the Dunkin' Donuts ads. Otherwise, the film was an excuse for visual effects.
I talked about blogging in therapy including my not knowing what to write about today. I kept finding myself having political rants but that's the one thing I know I don't want to write. I need to have an insight to write about politics, something I haven't seen and heard over and over again. Instead I'll write about small topic, a human foible. This might end up being one short paragraph, if it is, it is.
My guess is that everyone has found themselves in this situation; everyone in your social circle seems to love someone, on either an artistic or personal level, and you don't share that enthusiasm. You feel that you can't even bring up the subject for fear of offending the person's partisans. I particularly find it objectionable when some mediocre artist is lionized. But there is an upside; when someone shares your lack of enthusiasm, or even distaste it becomes something to bond over. I remember a friend whispering to me that zhe didn't like The Act, my bugbear. Since then I have found others. It's like being a member of an exclusive club.
It's me so this is about to get meta. When you find a fellow traveler, and nobody else is around, you discuss why everyone else thinks that X is so amazing when you find X at all special. I'm pretty sure that I'm X to people. There just has to be people at NERFA and Falcon Ridge going, "What does everyone else see in Gordon?" They feel relief when they find someone else that says, "Nothing; I find him annoying." It feels good to know it's not everyone else.
The caffeine is wearing off. I feel the change coming over me. My strength is ebbing. I am getting sleepy. I just found out that tonight's show, M Shanghai and the Lords of Liechtenstein is late, the Lords don't go on till 9 and the show is at Jalopy, it takes me six years to get there. On the bright side that gives me time to take a nap and eat dinner at home before I leave.
I signed the Pro-Truth Pledge:
please hold me accountable.
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