Thursday, December 17, 2020

May I Offer a Suggestion?

I just watched a video that warms my heart, a beautiful soul who has had a breakthrough of sorts. The beginning of the end of a harmful obession, and more power to this person, I say! Let's hope it's a pebble that starts a landslide.

As some of you may know, I was a member of a violent religious cult for most of my 20s. Nothing to be proud of, but it is what it is. What remains from those days is a little bit of wisdom from lessons learned, and a lot of anxiety. A LOT! Trying to cope with it has been my uphill battle ever since. One thing that seems to help is learning and practicing little creative skills, especially since I've retired from the working world. Idle hands and all that. My hobbies now include kite building, basket making, boxing, kali fighting sticks and nunchucks, boondoggling (look it up; I never knew there was a name for it! lol!), juggling (I'm actually pretty good, I do balls and clubs and rings and scarves), wood carving, wood burning, origami, tissue flower making (I made TONS of giant flowers for a party last year, took a week!), slingshot marksmanship (poor man's archery, and more fun imo), and I even recently took up skateboarding again after a lapse of 3 or 4 decades. Of course, not everybody has the free time I have these days, but the important thing is applying one's self to something interesting that takes you out of the kind of headspace where those dreaded feedback loops of anxiousness and depression lie.

Anywho, these are some of the things that help me get through the day without driving myself crazy. Maybe I'll go into some of them in more detail eventually, and if anybody is ever interested in talking more specifically about this stuff, be my guest to post your queries and helpful hints here. I'm always looking to learn. And again, best wishes to those of you who have your own psychological issues. I get it.

Dayim, I almost forgot the bongos! Like, cooool baby.


Anonymous said...

And don't forget to listen to tons of BUCKETHEAD!

erebus said...

"There once sat a fat ugly clown
Whose hat he mistook for a crown
Of hatred he wrote
Of violence he spoke
In infamy this clown would go down"

I struggled a bit with the last line. No matter how I wrote it, it'd end up at 10 syllables. Luckily the rules on that seem to be somewhat loose.

Andrew McIntosh said...

There once was a poet called Stan
Who's writings no one could scan
They told him 'twas so
He said, "Yes, I know
But I just can't help making a habit of fitting in as many words in the last rhyme as I possibly can".

erebus said...

haha, that one's pretty good actually, Andrew