Mid-Life Isn’t Enough Crisis For Me

I’m trying to decide whether I’m having a mid-life crisis, a nervous breakdown, or a petulant fit. I googled each of them, but I couldn’t find any distinct definitions to help me figure this out. Maybe they’re all quite similar. Maybe I have all three at once, which I...

A Little Amateur Philosophy on a Rainy Afternoon

As I was sitting in the hospital room, waiting for my mom to wake up, I pondered the “Occupy Wall Street” movement that seems to have gained a bit of momentum. I’m a fan of civil unrest and social improvement, but the “99%” folks seem...

There’s No Rule Book for Not Acting Like a Dork

People are awful, and that’s the way I like them. Whenever some spiteful squid of a person tells me about another fellow’s terrible behavior, I just smile. I smile because despite his abominable acts, that fellow still has people who love him and a place to sleep and...

I Swear This Shit Really Happened

Some people have told me my blog isn’t very personal, but I’m not sure that’s true. A lot of the stuff I’ve posted is about what I think and do and experience. But I admit it’s not too immediate. I don’t tend to write about the fact...