Moving Forward ...

I thought of posting about the death of my parents, and had planned to do it before today. However, I've found that I just won't go through some notes in a folder about that.

I didn't post anything else except for the one above this one until today out of respect for their deaths. With that date here today, so I'll post more often.

I found this on the Internet. I post it here for you and especially for me. I'll try to remember them. Better yet, I will try to do them.
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You are not alone.

Join us.

Many of us will NOT give up.

Hope is still alive.

Somebody somewhere loves you.

Pass this along.

The Last Eight Months

The time from early May to late December of last year has been the most trying mentally, emotionally, and psychologically in my life.

After a short period of quickly declining health, my father died on Sept. 16 of last year -- the day before my birthday.

Then, after another period of quickly declining health, my mother died on Dec. 26 -- the day after Christmas.

That's why I had not written many posts during that time, and why I made vague references in earlier posts to the poor health of some relatives.

I've been trying to organize my notes to write about my parents and that time. When that happens, I'll post it.

Anger And Cynicism

I'd rather be angry than cynical. If I'm angry, it means that I care. It's a warped form of hope.

Cynics are the clock watchers and time servers of life and society. If things aren't going to get better, why not kill yourself? Why stick around?

I say this to cynics: Leave. Put yourself out of your misery -- and us out of our misery when we're around you.

Oh, some people might be sad because of your death, but they're just fools and suckers.

Also, a cynic will exploit people. An angry person won't. An angry man won't associate with knaves and fools, no matter how much he can benefit from them.

Some Offbeat Christmas Carols

For schizophrenics:
Do you hear what I hear?

For people with multiple personality disorders:
We three kings disoriented are ...

For narcissists:
Hark the herald angels sing -- only for me!

For manic people:
Deck the halls and walls and houses and lawns and streets and sidewalks and stores and offices and buildings and towns and cities and cars and buses and trucks and trees and bushes and cats and dogs ...

For depressed people:
Santa Claus is coming? What for?

For paranoids:
Santa Claus is coming ... for ME!

For people with attention deficit disorders:
Silent night, holy night ... oooooh, look at the nativity scene ... pretty! ... awwwww baby Jesus awwwww ... aw mother mary aw ... chocolate! ... eggnog! ... yeah, I want some ... hey, why is Santa's suit red?

For people with obsessive compulsive disorders:
Jingle bells jingle bells jingle bells jingle bells jingle bells jingle bells jingle bells ...

The Pick Up, And A Shameful Transaction

Hedges once picked up a girl in a bar.

"Hey, ya wanna ... sleep with me?" she asked him.

"Sure," he said. He was desperate and she wasn't fat or ugly.

"Let's go to your place," she said.

However, he was impotent and she had passed out, so they didn't fuck that night.

When Hedges woke up, he said, "I got a headache!"

She said, "Shit -- I got a HELL of a headache."

He said, "So ya don't wanna ..."

She said, "No. But -- can ya get me some aspirin for my headache? And some water to wash it down?"

He said, "Let's make a bargain."
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Sometimes prostitution doesn't involve only money. It might involve such goods as a painkiller, some water to wash it down, and a glass.