Well, we got here is a phone call I had with my good friend Jimi, recorded earlier in the month. I mention or quote him from time to time on my blog and in my podcast. And he’s been a good friend for a close to three decades.
I met Jimi in the early 90s in Iowa when I first got sober. Stayed friends with him in the 2000s while I relapsed in Oregon. And then of course he was there after I sobered up again in Illinois in the early 2010s.
Jimi’s a saint and a scholar. He’s the big brother I never had. He’s made me think and laugh and let me in on the life secret, “everything is going to be okay.” Because… “the best is yet to come.”
So my thought going into the phone call was that it would be a test run recording, check audio levels, and see how well we both did under the mic.
Yesterday I was reading in a book the therapist recommended that certain types of people have a preference for reflecting deeply on experiences and that reflection is almost more valuable than the original experience.
And as I was reviewing this today I thought to myself “Yes! I enjoy doing certain things just so I can think about them later.“
Some people are born into rich families. Some are born into super rich ones. Some people are born into normal, mediocre lives where nothing happens and they never go any where.
Some people are born to awesome parents and only end up pissing all over and pissing away that unconditional love. Some people are born to crackheads and they end up shooting greater hoops than I ever will.
Some people are born to tragic circumstances and their lives will always suck. Some people will live hopeless lives where a better one is seen but never within reach. The end.
Some people are born deaf or blind or crippled.
Happiness is hard enough to come by when indifferent luck initially defines us all.
So I don’t give a fuck about same sex marriages, or what color a person’s skin is, or what financial bracket they live in, or if they’re dumb as bricks.