As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I have begun this year in 2021 AD in the year of our Lord in indulging things in the Brier that I would normally deny myself. I'm not rich so my bridges to somewhere are small things or treats. The treats in my psychological construct bring enjoyment, and as I believe normal will never return again and things are going to get shitty, the point of this is in psychology is this:
These things bring me a semblance of joy now.
These things if the world implodes will be activities which I will not regret, as I will tell myself, I enjoyed those things then, and I can enjoy them in memory as something which delighted me, when those activities and items are no longer available.
For you children and brats, I urge with a pointy stick to not speed past this, but to dwell on those two quotes above as they just might save your life in what is coming.
I can't go out and buy things like rich people do, like an ATV or some designer sheets. My first reaction to that is the ATV circuits would melt and the cat would rip the sheets so that is stupid, but rich people show little sense. They preen when people tell them how wonderful they are and hand out crumbs, but they never appreciate the counsel of how Goddamn stupid they are as money makes people think they are prettier, sexier, smarter and funnier than they ever were.
General Schwartzkopf wrote in his memoirs of how amazed he was when he got his star as General, in how much more funny he became at parties as everyone laughed at this jokes when before as a Colonel people just smiled.
The point of this is, I will not spend 15 dollars on a metal insulated travel mug. The ones I have come out of the junk pile as toss ins from JYG and I bring them home, wash the crud out and they become my dented mugs that I take along.
Today JYG had one which was so dirty that TL would not pick it up, but I thought maybe with some disinfectant it might not give me the plague. I brought it home, put it into bleach and it no longer looks like it would bring cholera.
My mugs all look like something people might want to steal until they got close, and then they get close and these they they are survival of the fittest stuff, and they stay untouched. No need to write a name on stuff that has it's own dents.
TL has my Stanley, that is like the one I got today. It has that auto plunger thing so you can drink and it will not spill. I picked that up off the road. Kid had his name written on it and number, but I never got around to calling to return it, and his old man blew up our old furnace so not like they did not owe me, so it is hear after 5 years and TL has the nice one and I got the one which JYG dumped a car on.
I build to thing as this is a bridge so keep reading as jacking off and cell phones are not going to save your lives later.
I have a lust for cold coffee. Not that I drink allot of it, but I like it in summer. As it is like 5 bucks at th take out, I do not lust that much for it, so get a container at the grocery get that creamer and real cream and make a concoction that TL came up with.
We grab on some morning when I just have to get the hell off the place, like this morning there was a tornado, hail and a flood, and I figured being out in it was not me sitting home in a storm, as storms and satan have already tried to kill me, and that season has passed, so I don't bluff on that. You should probably not do those things as a tree will probably fall on you and kill you as you don't work for God like this popular girl does.
Anyway, we get the cheap carry out breakfast, go sit in the park, next time it will be the Catholic cemetery as I know lots of dead Catholics and maybe that will be more active as the Lutherans and Methodists just are peaceful as dead. Ghosts at least give you something to watch.
That is my bridge. I like the coffee. I like being with TL. I like solitude. When those things pass in Jacob's Trouble, I will look back and not lament that they are not here, but that we did them. I will remember how the coffee pleased me, how TL and I just did what TL and I do in wandering around among the dead and discuss the Charles Dickens names drink half our coffee as the take out gives us ice water, that I dump in and I get round two, and on a hot afternoon I need the water, so it is a pleasant drive home, without drinking a beer.
I just can't say I will miss drinking beer. Sure on a hot day it is nice. I do like red beer with big green olives, but they never make the trip. So when things go south, my bridge will be of a time when I invested in something which will bring pleasure in an insane situation. I will not lament that which is no more, but would regret not doing something when it was available.
So the Lame Cherry would suggest that you get your additional bridges built. I see all kinds of odd bridges, like the family that put a pack of Marlboro on a tombstone as the person liked to smoke. I liked my Uncle who smoked a pipe and I still think about him smoking it and cleaning it. You learn those things in captivity and torture, and that is coming, where you shut down the current situation and go back to times which were free or simple pleasures and you play them over and over in loop in your mind to get through the hours.
I don't know if most of you have anything you enjoy though. I think of people who think they enjoy things, but they enjoy the idea of things instead as it validates their pathetic lives. I really do not know what help there is for a psychosis like that which needs an audience. You probably will crack up, doing your routine to rags on sticks sit up for you to talk to. That just is a bridge too far and even in bad times people look at people like that and know they are nuts.
The time will come when you will have to split your personality, and watch the world taking place as if thing are happening to someone else when it is you, in order to survive. Lots of people crack up, some gifted like the comedian Jonathan Winters created entire characters he played to entertain himself to get through. God, prayer and bridges are all you are going to have and that involves you alone with you, so you better get to figuring out a way to love yourself, or fix the asshole you are, so you can tolerate you when that is all there is.
Better practice at the daydreaming now so you get used to it as that is about the only shields most of you will have. The Holy Ghost helps me in my ignorance as preparation and as I can undertand my entire life has been but years of training for what is come and coming. Most people will wilt like a plant on a hot day pulled up by the roots. If Patton ain't there to slap the shit out of you, then you will have Andy Rooney commie consoling your failed ass and you will be nothing but fodder for the worm rot.
Well it is time for another adventure. Ringo Starr in a western, protecting a load of mail order brides.
You do more than Sha la la la live for today, you live today and invest that living when life is not worth living. Move by the left flank and keep moving.
Nuff Said
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