Banal Hemorrhage

How did I survive so far, you ask? We may have to ask my smartphone, computers or therapists about that. Life with a rich inner monologue and imagination has been both a blessing and a curse, but it definitely led to a major breakthrough in my life: I am content with myself, by myself. So I am not afraid of loneliness as some might be.

We do get questions like this from time to time. It gets a little repetitive to say the same thing always so I thought we could spruce up things!

I’m a hypocrite for sure. I don’t know why I have never been invested in sports. My mom, dad some of my siblings really seem into it. I mean, there’s got to be something to them, so many people around the world embrace other people’s athleticism as if it was their own life goal! It’s one of those things I could never even fake.

I may have concentration problems. I am so glad I escaped the Ritalin wave, because how would my imagination cloud look like? Probably all sharp and edgy. Nothing wrong with psychotropics, it's just that uppers in my childhood is very likely not what I needed!

The principle of conservation is hard for 5 year olds! I feel like the person in this comic (I still can't use the word president) may have some developmental issues. Failures in Object Permanence: Just because he doesn't see the constitution doesn't mean it doesn't exist.  Failures in Conservation : The people crossing the border for asylum are of the same species as the ones he plays golf with. But with a much harder life. His thinking is extremely egocentric , which is still preoperational (<7 year olds).

For some of the younger folk, the yellow device was used to call people while you were anchored to a spot. It was used heavily up to about the year 2000. Before people start blaming this quirk on technology, I was always allergic to the phone. The amount of attention you must have to hold a phone communication successfully is about 10 seconds more than I have. Personally, text and social media have been my social savior. So I ain't hating. Yet.

Mom and I take a yearly trip to somewhere of her choosing. It started as a way to connect but it has been eroding into a hedonistic ritual of whatever the opposite of detox is.

Some of these memories are just waiting to be turned into nervous ticks.I feel like that shady guy still hasn't let go of some of my greatest hits. Like puking in a school play. Countless first dates. The time I thought I wanted to be a mouseketeer. 

Who would have thought my penchant for floor socks, chair clothes and overall chaos would have ever worked against me? It is the hardest hurdle yet and mostly because I suck. I wondered if I could duck under it, but I think I'm gonna need the big pole for this one.

I'm always surprised, enamored, and a little jealous at how deep, profound and complex Roxanne's mind is. Mine is 95% occupied with monitoring for "that's what she said" jokes. What makes us so different? 100% of the women (and 50% of the men)  I've met have had a deeper emotional well than I have. Perhaps in many  men, any behavior related to your emotions is extinguished early in life.

I still cringe when I remember this. I had to explain to the family that I am damaged goods. We didn't do this in my secular family. Did you have awkward moments like this?

Because all cats are manipulative fur-sacks. And I can see right through them. But damn it I love all of them.

Today, I am thankful for my wife. She lets me buy childish video game systems, at least I hope she does when she finds out. Also thankful she has either not noticed or has forgiven me for screwing up the dishwasher. Update: I received the PSVR... it is an incredible tool for immersion. Even Roxanne seemed to like it!

For some reason, I decided to introduce my mom to Parkour during our visit to Oklahoma City. It went as expected, as I have the gracefulness of a falling sack of bricks.

Why are we like this? I have such a good system for preparing for a trip, why can't I hold it past the first leg?

This happened. I don't know why but it needed to happen.

My first picture of Roxanne. I still can't believe we are still married.

This is it. The first comic in ProCreate, the tool I used from then on. In all it's glory. Look at the circle hands, the broken lines, the unnatural proportions. Gosh, I miss the beauty in absolute mediocrity.