I was re-reading some of my things this morning.
What an attitude.
I should probably go back and do some editing, but I won’t.
You would think with all the beautiful places I go, that wouldn’t happen.
There are a lot of things weighing on my brain that I don’t mention.
They have nothing to do with fishing, the outdoors, beautiful places . . .
I’ve been told, every morning by my beautiful wife, that I have a tendency to be a bit of an ass when things are bugging me.
It’s not like I haven’t heard that in the past.
I should probably avoid writing things down when that happens.
Or go see a therapist.
That would be fun.
Was sitting around with a friend a long time ago when his girl friend and my ex told us that we should say what’s really on our minds more often.
So we did.
We were told to never do that again.
I think I need a vacation, or to win the lottery.
Those aren’t going to happen. I’ll go for a long walk instead.
And when I get back, I’ll avoid the computer like the plague.
At least avoid putting things in words.
Post pretty pictures instead.
bob long
1 May 2011darkness is a part of us all. the other side of the sunny. it has a fitting and proper place in our lives.
True, when should not walk around in darkness all the time. But, one should not walk around in sunny all of the time either; it would wear on people’s nerve like a muthafucka’ and they’d put you away as a drooling, babbling idiot.
Speaking one’s mind without the filter of pausing and thinking, is ego. None of us has any right to be blunt, cruel, thoughtless, careless when it comes ot the feelings of others.
We do not have the right to say what we want, when we want, to whom we want, in the way we want. That will get a man shot. Deservedly so.
But, write the darkness too. It doesn’t have to be shown to the world, but it has it’s value – to you and those who read the overall you.
If you want to see darkness: the heart of darkness, the soul of darkness, ‘ll take you down to Cook County Jail. Some of those men and women are human only biologically. Spiritually, mentally, emotionally, psychically, they have let this world you and I inhabit.
That is why my therapist used to tell me; “you have issues. they aren’t that bad. See that sum’bitch in the waiting room? The one all of the rest of you sat on the oppositie side of the room to avoid. That sum’bitch has problems. You ain’t got those problems. You don’t want those problems. You don’t want him directing his problems at you. You don’t want him looking at you and seeing you as one of his problems.”
“You’re smart, work on it. Here’s some pills. Call me if you wish to talk. That’ll be $100 please.”
Go for a walk, catch a chub, photo a flower, smoke a cigar, call me up, talk fishin.
I’m also talking to myself here.
Ken G
1 May 2011But I have a tendency to direct it where it doesn’t belong.
Probably not shot, but a good ass whoopin’ some day.
“I’m also talking to myself here.”
I recall conversations like that.
I could promise not to do that anymore, but it will be a hollow promise I’m afraid.
My brain needs a pause button.
The Four Season Angler
2 May 2011You are who you are for your own reasons Ken. Can’t fight it, and why would you want to?
I would love to turn off my filters, but they are as much a part of me as the nose on my face.
You are a trout fisherman trapped in a bass fisherman’s world. What self-respecting trout fisherman wouldn’t raise holy hell about that anyway?
Ken G
2 May 2011Bob tells me the same thing.
Then I show up with my fly rod and a light spinning reel attached to it and I get more grief.
What? You try to make a back cast in this crap. Ain’t gonna happen.
The Four Season Angler
2 May 2011Rollcast… I don’t even fly-fish and I know this stuff. Guess that makes me an oddity.
Feels right though. Rather be weird than normal. Weird is my normal.
Ken G
2 May 2011I assumed that’s what the name SpecialEd was for.