***Originally there were a lot of words here that made light of the fear of drowning. I probably shouldn’t do that. I have been able to swim and completely unafraid of drowning since I can remember. You’d have to be hellbent to drown yourself. If you learn to swim you’ll wonder why you waited so long. People can float. That is not my arrogant opinion.
Now flying, on the other hand, is harder. I’ve had the power of flight for quite some time and it comes in damn handy. It’s kinda hard to teach though. I always end up with these Nervous Nelly types for students and when it comes time to soar or sink, they practically always disappoint me.
“Why do we have to start way up here on the 7th floor? Can’t I just go up on the roof of the garage?”
You’ve never heard such whining.
“Driving barometer of wellness” — love it ❤️ Seriously, when I get behind the wheel and I have even an inkling of resent from something completely unrelated, I can morph into a guzzolene searching mad max man.
Self-critique and follow up improvement are huge for me in the here and now even if the offense is only minor.
What I remember from the 80’s is a marriage consisting of 2 kids who didn’t know how to play well with others. Oh, and one of them was kind of a j——-. One day she said to him, “Are you ——- —- — —- or —-?” He giggled and that was the start of something broken.
I’ve always been guilty of the worse kind of the above behavior. Usually I do something stupid and it teaches me a lesson for awhile, but never enough of a lesson for long enough.
Due to the topic being current here on the bang! I was conscience enough this morning to pay attention and do the right thing for the wride home. It feels/felt good.
I’ve been aware of driving being a barometer of how well I’m doing in the world since at least 1983. ‘83 was the first year I was seriously sober. Guys that I hung out with knew the “driving barometer of wellness” thing and they insisted I learn. Maybe they were trying to tell me something. You have captured the essence of these lessons well. Carry on.
Sometimes in life we gotta white knuckle it through the bad times and I was really hoping that we’d be able to make it through Trump’s presidency without too much damage. But with what he’s done in his first four months alone, I don’t think that’s possible now.
GW seemed kinda like a drunken baboon, showing his ass, throwing poop, doing sign language - but always more or less caged by the people that stood behind him.
Trump on the other hand feels like a rhinoceros charging around unchecked.
I have things that are private, but not secret. Embarrassing maybe, but not anybody else’s business. It’s wrong because they have no business in my business.
I keep saying that what we’ve seen so far is only the start. It makes me think of other times/places that started with something much smaller. It’s too scary for me to think about. I know I don’t need an excuse but Trump is a good one.
I remember having fun during W’s regime ranting about the death of privacy, etc. It seems like a harmless age from here.