Living Proof

My sick baby. Enough of this 'deep thought' kind of stuff. I just want to recap upon some of the current events. I have issues (as you all know) -- but I'm talking about issues that just makes me wanna shake people by their collars. For starters, I have packed up my precious prized possessions and my favorite blanky and hightailed it into my bubble. I don't have room for anyone other than my Lola. Then I decided, she's not welcomed too after yesterday's fiasco of pukin' & poopin' all day. So she's out. Poor pup. Ebola has finally arrived in the United States. A few things come to mind: I won't be visiting the ER anytime soon, so right there is a roundabout plus. Also, Lysol and Purell are making a shitload of money off of me. I scan through comments of each ebola story on the internet. Our country is so incredibly stupid. They really are. I know I contribute to some of that, but these people just bypass my inane sense of current events....

It hit me just this morning: I don't care. You know, as a part of my faith of being a Christian and trying to wrap my head around all of these horrific events that are taken place in the world, my thoughts on this is, I really don't care anymore. It sounds very 'gloom n' doom' -- but it's not supposed to come across that way. For instance: this world we live in is so very temporary. We're only here for a fraction of what it's like to be on the other side (whatever you deem to be the other side), so why does this place, this earth, this world, matter? I'm speaking in terms of being feared by terrorists, or getting freaked out by ebola becoming airborne and hitting the United States. What about Anton Nolen who just beheaded a co-worker after he had just gotten fired. He was trying to convert them to Islam and failed miserably. ISIS is here, or -- they've been living among us for a very long time. There are Muslim extremists who plan to behead...

About once a week, I put on my Joel Osteen app and listen to his message while cleaning up or when I'm doing laundry. He's great. He always starts with a silly joke and has a bunch of crazy stories that he pulls right out of his hat in every sermon. He's very entertaining - almost like a motivational speaker. He'll entitle one of his sermons and just run with it. Like for instance, the other day he had one that was called, "You're Coming Out". And no - no reference to dem' closet gays. He focuses on positive affirmations and defying any bad news or money problems. "You're coming out of that debt!"  "You're coming out of that addiction!" "You're coming out of that sickness!"  "You're coming out of that depression!"  Then I noticed a theme with every single sermon: repetitive false hope. I don't want to be a "Debbie Downer", but I will say that some things have to happen...

This past year, I have boycotted quite a few types of food that I once loved. Of course, this goes without saying that I do have a cheat day once in a while, but for the most part, in my mind, it's poison. I have eliminated sugar, bread, pasta and rice to the best of my ability. Any time I eat any of these things, my mind keeps chanting, "Poison…poison…poison." Without the option of ordering my favorite pastas out, I would then order a huge thing of steamed clams and mussels. I even started to dabble in crab, scallops and other types of seafood that goes along with my diet. It was a great alternative option besides getting steak or chicken - the same ol' same ol'. I was happy. Finally, I had options! And then, fecking Fukushima strikes again with another reactor melting down and spilling into our ocean. Not only that, but they have found a slew of radioactive fish --- fish with bleeding eyes and puss coming out of their pores, almost like a fish version of eb...