Discopants and Haircuts

I am really trying to get in the writing mood again. I decided to post regardless of what was going on in the brain. This is leading to some interesting posts. The last one is a good example. I already have different feelings about it. 

I am really worried that McCain may take this election. I decided to visit some very red state websites to see what was going on there. I swear they, minus the typical talking points you hear daily, sound very confident. I felt like commenting and challenging many of the bullshit comments, but decided against it. If they don’t get it yet, well… you now the rest. 

What really disturbs me is all the videos I have seen from the people entering the McCain/Palin rallies. They are so ignorant. All the debunked shit still flies out of their mouths. Little do they know that they are supporting people who are not looking out for their best interests at all. 

The scariest thing is, many of them look like normal, everyday people until they open their mouths.

  I can’t figure it out. Sometimes I think I have writer’s block. Most of the time I feel like there is nothing to be said. Have I become Mister Blocked or Mister Siddhartha? 

Before you go on, in your head, about me saying I may be Buddha, may I explain? 

  I would never profess to be anything supreme. My problem is seeing repeated situations in my life. A lot of life feels predictable. There are struggles and pain. There are silly moments where nothing makes sense but, with a little background in social behavior, it all becomes soberingly predictable. Sigh…

 You know what really kills it? Hearing stories from others. When a friend tells me a story, I love it. I love hearing the ins and outs, the feelings expressed. I love that someone I care about is sharing an experience. I like listening to them. What hurts is hen I share a story and it is overwhelmingly much more over the top… 

I am not trying to compare or contrast others’ lives to mine. I just find myself… becoming a robot, losing feeling.

Nothing makes my sphincter tingle like talking to old friends. I’ll tell ya, being in Norway has had its ups and downs. As time progresses I make more and more friends. Friends from the past are different.

Facebook, whether intended or not, is on to something (most) everyone wants. Since I joined the ranks of the CIA/Big Brother monitored ranks of Facebook, I have found a wealth of old friends. It’s wonderful to have this technology available to constantly evaluate how much better I am than those I knew before… 

I am sure some look at it that way. I like coming home, opening my e-mail and finding  buddy I haven’t heard from or seen in 16 years or so. Today’s been one of those. 

Rock on.