Category: humor

codependency

Posted on by Pete 
So I wrote a haiku this morning to a Bluesky #vss365 prompt of #yearn  as I am wont to do daily. 

It went like this:

It always seems that
No matter how hard I #yearn
Affection is spurned 

A comment made on that post brought to mind this song by  Loudon Wainwright, III

“Unrequited To The Nth Degree”

Oh, when I die and it won’t be long
Hey, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
Hey, and if there’s an after life I’ll gloat and I’ll be glad

Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
Hey, there’s going to be a photograph with my obituary
You’re gonna see it and you’ll cry
You’re gonna wanna wear black
Hey, I’ll be dead but you can bet your life, I’m gonna get you back

I’m tired of being left up on your shelf
I might not wait around, might kill myself
Not only would you miss me, but you’d feel guilty to
Oh, I’d be dead but it’d be too late the joke would be on you

Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle
Snigger snigger snigger snigger
Guffaw guffaw guffaw
Yuk yuk yuk yuk
Ha ha ha ha…

So you better take warning, start treating me good
Start doing the things that I think you should
And you better not pout and no you better not cry
The grim reaper is a-comin’ to town and I just might die

AZ Lyrics

This song reinforces many things for me. 
From irrational exuberance to unreasonable expectations.
From pining for personages out of my league, while not noticing those that would have been a better fit.

Personal life
Professional life
Business life 
Financial life
Spiritual life

This song also affirms my observations on codependency:

When I die your life will pass before my eyes.


                                      🛩Meanwhile, Keep Em Flying 🛩
Meanings Found and Understandings Reached

Seashells

Posted on by Pete
Photo by Pok Rie on Pexels.com

Susan and Sally went to the seashore to a very popular seafood restaurant. Being fully paid up members in the ladies who lunch bunch of society, they settled in with cocktails for a nice long one.

Susan’s gaze locked with the stranger’s across the crowded restaurant, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful emotion. She did not know why the vision of this well appointed flâneur had stirred such deep body quivers and quakes within her. She felt a very strong compunction to go down to the beach and sell seashells at highly inflated prices to fulfill this strangers deepest need.

She had hoped he had designs on her. But truly, he only cared for himself. No more long lingering lunches for her. She was now a slave to the growing seashell economic bubble.

More shells. More better, was the watchword of the era. Even her one time friend Sally could not save her from herself or her shellfish desires. 

🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀
Fandango’s Story Starter #211

The Good Blur

Posted on by Pete
Shoes for Industry! Shoes for the Dead! – Firesign Theatre

Monday morning meaning has gone through many permutations through my days. From hope to dread. Trepidation to turpitude. Triumph to terror. Always a turning point highlighted by a calendar infused post industrial revolution angst about gain and loss, productivity and projections. The get some ethos of our time.

No longer just another day of existence, it was a morning where I stepped back into the world of commerce and played the role I had chosen, or was chosen for me, out of necessity to earn my daily bread by hook or by crook; as was glorified on the entertainment platforms and corporate shill magical moments; to make me want what I had been shown to really really need to be happy.

Yes, and I helped. Daily blur, became weekly blur, folding into yearly blur, cascading down through decades of blur. Just make it through another day so I could make it stop.

The good blur. The productivity blur. The compensated blur. The blurry blur.

Then I got a new role and worked evenings and weekends. Friday afternoon became my Monday morning, with all the same alchemical needs. Only later in the day, and frankly with much less stress. It was just a job and no longer a career. I could cruise on through the five day cattywampus week, with only daily task mapping to keep my steps to a minimum, and as a result, the pain to a minimum.

Now, with those calendar deadline days behind me, and aging into the time of life that medical care could not bankrupt me; I have distilled Mondays down to their essence into this haiku.

Sort

 Monday morning sort. 
What to do? What to read? What
to post on my feed?

Amen

RDP Monday: ESSENCE

Triangle Club

Posted on by Pete
RDP Friday! Triangle!

Everybody has heard about The Bermuda Triangle. But there are others.

  • Bridgewater Triangle
  • Bennington Triangle
  • Dragon’s Triangle
  • Michigan Triangle
  • Matlock Triangle

Now, submitted for your approval:

The Schurz Triangle

Carl Schurz High School

In the third quarter of the last century I attended high school in this historic edifice. I know I did not appreciate it’s elegance and grandeur in my tender years. After all, back then I knew everything. So I did my four and out quick like a bunny with nary a peek around. The murals I remember. The building a puzzle. But the one section of the building that should not be spoken of was, 🎶bum bum bum🎶 The Triangle.

Much has been written about the original main building. The much ballyhooed wing additions. The murals are exquisite. The 21st Century renovation sublime. Yet through my perfunctory research I found no mention of The Triangle. That’s because even back then there were rules about The Triangle:

  • 1 You Do Not Talk About The Triangle …
  • 2 You Do NOT Talk About The Triangle …

Whispers of Freshmen going in and never coming out. I know for a fact there were rooms in The Triangle that you had to go to the third floor, then down to the first, then up to the second to find. In other words, there was no good way to get there from here. Who added The Triangle? Ancient alien theorists have their theories. But I have Proof!

Attention Triangle Abductees Anonymous. I suspect alien hybrid experimentation with the alien construct D.N.A., because there is an alleged twin school on the south side of Chicago called Bowen High School and …

Voilà!

Bowen High School

No Triangle!

I rest my case.

Alley OOP

Posted on by Pete
RDP Sunday: barglefloop

🎼

Barglefloop floop
Floop
Floop floop
There’s some bots on the Internet that we all know
Barglefloop floop
Floop
Floop floop
Watch that tricky algorithm go man go
Barglefloop floop
Floop
Floop floop
Don’t need nothing but our human brain input
Barglefloop floop
Floop
Floop floop
This buggy A.I.’s name is Barglefloop
Barglefloop floop
Floop
Floop floop
Driven by human beings hidden foibles
Barglefloop floop
Floop
Floop floop
Games our gullible gulaliblity everyday
Barglefloop floop
Floop
Floop floop
Got a big heaping helping of computer power
Barglefloop floop
Floop
Floop floop
Infecting our cyber punk data by the hour
Barglefloop
Manipulating viral matrix time
Barglefloop
Fooling fools and the wise alike
Barglefloop
Crashing credible credibility
Look at that A.I. goooooo🎵

🎶

Still the One

Posted on by Pete
RDP Tuesday

I have not seen the Barbie movie
But I’m sure I’ll eventually peek
At Wes Anderson style meets Pepto Bismol
With twentieth century TV commercial reek
As comedy is the opposite of gravity
Movies are the antithesis of stillies
One stillie stacked on another stillie
Foundational element of any movie
I will savor each and every stillie
While I move on through this movie
Still Lifes of the American Scheme
The stuff of so many a broken dream

The Late Me

Posted on by Pete

Finally I had a conversation with myself. I decided to confirm my reservation to give myself a real treat this week. I think I am on the verge of having a viable life once again. Although I am generally allergic to social intercourse, there are times that I look back with a winsome eye for days past. I know I can funnel my knowledge of winning some and losing some and no longer be forlorn for those chances that have slipped away. The brilliant light of epiphany that I see undulate before my eyes shows me a way to carve through the coming adversity. While once upon a time this prospect would evoke a certain amount of dread within my soul, sending me into a more static wait and see stance, today I will entertain a more joyous embrace of my fate and study the life enriching opportunities that such a loophole in my planned path has afforded my life to experience. This agile mind and resolve might shock those who thought of me as a more dull and resolute sort. Perhaps even make them blink a few times to view me reborn. So though I scan time’s horizon, I formulate no set strategy. I must be candid and admit to the universe that I am indeed late again on each and every one of these prompts. But I am glad I was able to …

ketchup-pour

via Daily Prompt: Tardy

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tardy/

C.U.S.

Posted on by Pete

YOU better BUY this NOW or YOU are DOOOOOOOOOOMED!!!!!!!

I am not a big fan of horsey headlines, but this is the message interwoven in every distraction delivery system I consume.

This seems to be the message in many political campaigns of the day as well.

Believe me.

Or else.

Back in the day I would look at the television.

But now I watch it.

I think my television, cable, satellite, and internet providers are watching me.

Time to go now because I just saw a pharmaceutical advertisement for a pharmaceutical that will alleviate my C.U.S. (Chronic Urgency Syndrome)

Sure hope I can swallow it in time.

So ends another chapter in the Daily Sojourn known as:

The Quest For Urgency

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/urgent/

P.S. Good thing the promise of a television commercial free pay cable and / or satellite and / or internet television diversion delivery system was another hoax perpetrated on the consumer or I never would have found this pharmaceutical rabbit hole to send more dollars down.