tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post3952721504193779894..comments2023-05-06T21:30:54.925+09:00Comments on Why'd we come... all this way?: Seriously...Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-27398693678534710712013-03-11T11:43:37.790+09:002013-03-11T11:43:37.790+09:00Yeah, she's right. At the end of the day, I on...Yeah, she's right. At the end of the day, I only end up cursing myself. <br /><br />Speaking of divorce(s), when I was younger, I used to joke about having had at least one or two behind me by this time in life. Looks like my lack of planning has backfired. No escape. And I'm not about to start looking into the bottle for my support. <br /><br />Though the word 'marriage' may have eight letters in it, that institution does require 'work' and that other four-letter word. Tons of fun. <br /><br />When it comes to drink, a bottle half full is good enough. <br /><br /><br /><br />Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-61409105141282175682013-03-09T04:37:33.981+09:002013-03-09T04:37:33.981+09:00She was right, no sense in cursing the cursed. I ...She was right, no sense in cursing the cursed. I used to when I was young, curse my dad for being the prick he is. But I didn't have to see him, live with him or talk to him. He can never get away from himself no matter how hard he tries and I am sure it is pure torment.<br /><br />As for looking for answers/relief/escape at the bottom of a bottle. Nothin' ever there, just emptiness looking back. And yet you grab the next bottle looking for the same answer knowing you will find nothing again; but you do it anyways. After my first divorce I had a tough time with my escape/relief methods and I am glad I pulled my head out of my ass. REALLY glad! I don't want to look in a mirror and see my own dad looking back at me.thegypsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01019720222734603445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-3138128433646183552013-03-04T11:11:29.480+09:002013-03-04T11:11:29.480+09:00All he needed was to wait till the water was calm,...All he needed was to wait till the water was calm, then peer over the edge and see his reflection. <br /><br />Knowing how to do anything, what to take and what to leave - knowing takes a kind of wisdom usually gained through experience and subsequently requires patience (damn!). Those seemingly empty moments of waiting. <br /><br />(takes a step away from the shadow of the canyon wall, eyes open)<br /><br />The wind is picking up...<br /><br />Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-15944926234204064072013-03-04T10:50:47.629+09:002013-03-04T10:50:47.629+09:00Thank you for the compliment. These last two posts...Thank you for the compliment. These last two posts came up early the other morning, so there's no real plan to it. <br /><br />Lights that shine so bright encourage all those around to grow and glow. Keeping shadows in check... I fear most those who profess to have none.<br /><br />Awake at an early hour, the world was quite as my thoughts were attempting to make sense of the memory of someone. The boy had a mind of quantifiable brilliance belonging to a man who'd witnessed many things. Essentially the end results of what started out as a rebellious decision were related to the drink... drink from a bottle that sank into a kind of chaotic sea of emotion. The bottle's stowaway drown in the pain of unfathomable sadness. <br /><br />In front of me sits a log written during the three season of calm, a brief sober period before the cork was removed one final time. <br /><br />She's a vast ocean. Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-31295001811186551432013-03-03T22:44:57.252+09:002013-03-03T22:44:57.252+09:00"Alcohol makes people crazy. And the people a..."Alcohol makes people crazy. And the people around them, especially if they are co-dependent. When I got my head straight, instead of doing nothing, I brought in a pad of paper and a pen and told him that I was ready to listen."<br /><br />Nice. Everyone has something we can learn from; even the worst of the worst have their shining moments. The hard part is knowing where exactly to separate the wheat from the chaff.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-47832636949760756512013-03-01T23:30:41.244+09:002013-03-01T23:30:41.244+09:00Your my favorite blogger by far right now Will. No...Your my favorite blogger by far right now Will. Nobody is holding a candle to you....they can't see it yet.<br /><br />Having been in a cell with a man who decapitated his Gf and buried her halfassed in the beach sand and spending time in my own mind...I can honestly say that my own horrors of guilt are far worse than what anyone else could do to me. I fear my lack of fear of the external but am terrified of my own mind. What did my mother want to say? Does she know I was alive when she died?...she didn't..I know she didn't know. How many years in a cell with nut cases do I have to spend to get back one day and 10 minutes of face time with a dying mom? Open the cell..I'm coming in....I'm walking out of one that is much scarier.<br /><br />Wishing Hell on folks already there?......might as well spit in the ocean.Chrishttp://badboyinjapan.blogspot.jp/noreply@blogger.com