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Wednesday, January 21, 2026

All, Most, and Almost

I Hate This. 1.0

You'd be surprised what can happen as the result of the almost born of great personal endeavors. Don't ever downplay the significance of almost, especially the almost of others.
You have no idea what struggles lie behind another's almost. Your worst efforts might be somebody else's best.
Think before you start telling those of us doing our best that no one cares about our efforts simply because we almost met the expectations of others.


Sunday, January 18, 2026

Cindy Lou, Who Are You



It could be wonderful




It Wears My Mind Out to wear my mind out on my sleeve


Where is my mind, but could have been titled: This is what that was: Like an MRI for my thoughts (we have your test results) > Sees this inspirational and seemingly wise text on Facebook. > Your current reality is the sum of your past decisions. Your future reality will be the sum of the decisions you make starting today.. > I thought it was stupid > but then I tried to figure out why,... > 
This is what that was. > …and how to explain it, and then summarize it, in the shortest possible way. > I assume the bar for memorability shouldn't be higher than mine > I come up with a thought. > Rinse and repeat. > Reduce to the fewest amount of words, and do it again > Then I call it a meme and post it.
 > This what that was.  >  He thinks is clever and you'll see him as funny. > He's not at all clever or smart, that's they real punch line here > Was going to post it and thought I'd stick some text in before posting. 
> This is what that was.
You know I make all of these, right.
Every single one. 
Really!?
Yeah, every single one.
 > (tons of internal word play dialogue, regarding the meme, the text I added to it, and the fact that I'd just typed out a little conversation I heard on my head, > what do all those have in common, > what do each of them mean > what is the summary of all that?)
  > This is what that was.  > We are the product of our culture producing the product of our culture. > So all that said, I think we're getting to next semester kind of shit now, maybe even next year's curriculum, depending on how quickly you all pick up on how very multi layered all these little > Sometimes thoughtless, but never without endless thought. > I always know the right thing to say about 10 minutes after I've gone with my gut > Every conversation I've ever had. > And there we go > there it is > This is what that was. > The product is infinitely better than the process and the product isn't that good either. > We are the product of our culture producing the product of our culture. > Greeting card appropriate for almost any and every occasion, start to finish. > It's not always like this though > it's the uncertainty that'll kill you.> It is better to be killed by a lover, indeed. 
> This is what that was. > It isn't at all what it is, it's what you see. > 


It Wears My Mind Out to wear my mind out on my sleeve.





Friday, January 16, 2026

Worm, Turner


The Worm and the Turn (A Parable)

When I worked in construction, I'd usually head out to the job site before sunrise, and grab a quick bite for the road. On this particular day I made a Cup-O-Noodles. Quick. Tasty. Filling. Cup-O-Noodles.

I got to the job as the sun came up when I looked to see my, mostly gone,...Cup-O-Worms

My mind reacted, recalling the logic that I've learned along the way.
   - These were once teeny tiny worms that I couldn't even see, now they're just a little bigger.
   - They likely came from and thus eaten ONLY those same noodles I that I would have.
   - There are many people(s) that are thankful to have the nutrition of worms.

All very logical, but my gut interrupted. His voice came as an ugly, unstoppable force and It wasn't just the worms, it was everything.


Worm, Turner (A Rhyme)

Against all that I knew to be true,
Not all what I thought I would do,
I ashamed to admit, that I vomited.
Sometimes even good people do.

-namasdave

Thursday, January 15, 2026

In the Shitty of Eternal Cope

 BILLIE TITLEISH: In the Shitty of Eternal Cope

SHORT PEOPLE:  I've got issues … probably manageable …  going to take time…something amusing … Praise God.

PREGAME EVENTS: Last night started like any other … lavish gowns,  and the kind of tests you can't study for. Tests involving large amounts of  blood & urine, others  involving two & three phase electricity. I got to party like that all night. Tests confirmed that it wasn't another stroke. It's not par, but I'm okay with a bogey.

ZAPPA: One of my symptoms are “brain zaps” as they called them. The doctor says they may be caused by my psych meds. It can happen when people metabolize certain  meds too quickly. It goes out of the system and these are the resulting withdrawal symptoms. So we're changing those up. The new med would also treat some of my other symptoms  too.  That little swap would take a week or two.

TISSUES FOR ISSUES: My brain zaps included short tinnitus blurbs, and  seemed to correspond to my eye movement most of the time.

THE SPECIALS:  It was nice to talk to an  Internal Medicine Specialist. He seemed to be looking for connections from previous events. By the end of his visit I felt unsettled and that's when I glanced over to see him as he talked to my nurse and another doctor very quietly in my doorway. I remembered what my crazy felt like and I hated that.

TEARS FOR FEARS: My nurse came back a little later. I'm a big boy, I knew it wouldn't be productive and that ethically she probably couldn't tell me. But I couldn't stop myself from asking in a smooth casual demeanor, “So…are they thinking maybe this is a physical issue… or a psychological issue? Or maybe even both?”

LETS DANCE: She was young, with no game face, then she danced as delicately as she could to navigate that mine field. I heard exactly what she wasn't saying, it was leaning strongly toward psych issues. I'm going crazy.I thought about what that could look like. I got scared. Not at all her fault.

WHO ARE YOU: Got a call from someone in the psych department, we talked and she asked if I would like to talk to one of her people as well. If it'll help, sure. She'll be up shortly.

THE DOCTOR IS IN: 5¢: A little while later I met with a psychiatrist. Buff, the doctor and I talked  for about an hour. We covered a lot of issues dug as deep as one shovel can in that duration 

KNEW ORDER: She reckoned it was  a combination of CPTSD, ADHD, Major Anxiety,  and Post Stroke Depression, add to that a plate of  identity crisis. Single stack  house fire deluxe,Small-fries hold the moving out, and a home made custom middle age dipping sauce.
It's a lot, but it's a meal made just for me. No compliments to the chef.

WHERE IS MY MIND: She also pointed out that the ongoing reconfiguration of neurological pathways could be reawakening pockets of previously tucked away trauma events / experiences. 

DON CHU, FORGET ABOUT ME: It was also noted that tapping into those experiences is likely stirring up subconscious emotions of forcing a reaction, while not actually being able to recall any specific issue or memory. So, when Buff asks me why I'm blubbering like a baby, all I can say is I don't know.

IT'S ALL IN MY MIND: Then she really sweetened the pot by adding  that she couldn't rule out Schizophrenia as a very real consideration here as well.

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HURT ME OR YOURSELF: I was also asked, as expected, if I was having any self harm/ suicidal ideations. I really hated saying it out loud, but I did admit to having PSI (passive suicidal ideations).

NO ONE EXPECTS AN INQUISITION: Then she had to ask if I had any history of suicide attempts, and I had to regurgitate all that horrible nonsense.

KILLER IN THE HOME: Then she got more invasive and asked if I heard voices when people weren't present. It felt so much worse than my physical pain to have to answer yes. I've never told anyone besides one former doctor from years ago about that. 

THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID: So, she put out the option of checking into a short term psych / medical inpatient treatment. She mentioned that it would allow for med check / assessment and adjustment. Noting that the week or two that it would take is a huge chunk of time for a guy in my situation. I told her that I'd do whatever it takes to get this shit resolved ASAP, because I really can't continue on like this, without at least a light at the end of the tunnel that isn't an oncoming train.

HEARTBREAK HOTEL: I thought about it once, and then I thought twice when Buff reminded me how miserable I was last time. Insurance covered two weeks at this joint, Checked in, wife left, THEN I was advised that there was a required two week to quarantine for the Corona virus. So it was a lot of sitting in a room 24/7, alone, without any way to kill time. In the end I left with no therapy but lots of prescriptions. It wasn't their fault, but it wasn't any sort of help.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST: Buff and the doctor pointed out that prescribing all those meds at once made it impossible to differentiate if the effects of the meds or symptoms of the stroke. Of course the first stroke hadn't been diagnosed (for lack of looking on the doctor's part) so they didn't have a reason to consider that. The symptom timeline is consistent with the I'm going crazy timeline however.

SUMMARY IN THE CITY: It was a glorified panic attack, but it wasn't glorious at all. I think it would be comical to give people the way over simplified version of: I basically went to the ER because I was just super sad.

LAST NIGHT'S TAKE AWAY: It was an educational experience of sorts, but far more miserable than any class I took in school.

LEESSENS: I  got  a good lesson on empathy and even though I didn't ask for it, God gave it to me anyway.Just like he got rid of all my stuff as a lesson on materialism. I didn't ask for that either.
What we want is not always what we need.

NO REGERTS: I really wish that any-one at any-point in any- hospital stay had mentioned any-thing about Post Stroke Depression.

SLIVERCHAIR: I didn't have to wait in line for confirmation that I was free of Corona virus. Positive vibes only.

Monday, January 5, 2026

True Dreams

I have a Dream 

Well I used to, night after night. It eventually stopped, but here it is.

I'm walking down Mill Ave. on a crowded night when I spot someone that I feel compelled to approach.
I really don't know who he is. 
I walk over to him and ask," Have you ever seen anyone slowly and completely disappear right in front of you?", "No" he replies.
"Then watch me now and you will."
I dramatically slam my hands onto a concrete planter (like a magician), and somehow, each wrist is impaled by knives.
Without a word, I walk away, toward the Mill Ave. bridge.
It's still very crowded as I cross Fifth Ave. Blood is dripping on to the asphalt from my wrists. I don't recall feeling a thing as this is all happening.
I look back at him briefly, and he's staring at me.
No one else seems to see me, but he does. He knows exactly what's happening.
I am disappearing completely, slowly, right in front of him.

Short and weird, but that's it.
It always left me feeling very conflicted, and confused.
Try as I might I can't find any deeper meaning from it.
That said, in real life, so far at least, I've felt death's stare a few times and it's never invoked any panic or fear.
Who knows about what the future holds, but so far, so good.
namasdave