Saturday, July 14, 2012
More Asskickings for Stupid People
OK, I've been remiss again.
But here's why. Montana. Yes, you'll be getting installments of "Camp Tales" very soon, just as soon as I look over my journal and assess the calamities.
This was 30 miles from where Frontier House was filmed.
But I digress. Here's a summary of the past month's events: Crackie came back. Yes, I even beckoned and opened the door for him. Stupid. More later. Cactus wrote me and got hung out to dry. In fact, after I tore him a new asshole, I even patched it up for him and put a band-aide on it, just to show him I had no hard feelings. Then I tore Crackie a new one and blocked him.
Well, it's all part of this journey I'm on. I NO LONGER DENY my feelings, good or bad. And no longer spare them for some stupid man. He's going to know how I feel, and that's how it goes.
But there's yet another man on the horizon. He's old school. I'm going slow and keeping an open mind. I watched and grasped The Secret, and things are looking different.
I think for so long I was internally screaming, NO MORE ASSHOLES, that I was drawing them like moths to a porch light.
So I changed up my way of thinking. And it worked.