A Stupid Short Story & a Quote

Na, na, I um, swear
I didn’t know cleansers weren’t eatables. When I was a lil’ kid Mommy shoved a bar of soap down my throat. Why would she do that if you get sick from eating that stuff? All I said was “Mommy your farts smell like shit.”

In front of a therapist, Bruce babbled agonizingly, as to why he screamed, “My brownies are just Caucasian!!!” at a group of women leading a school’s cookie sale. He wasn’t allowed to sell his brownies because he admitted to using AJax powder to coat his brownies, since he lacked powdered sugar.

For myself, just talking to a medical professional, about what caused a depressive episode or bizarre actions can conjure up uneasiness, tension, and stress. In the past I have buried the feelings and emotions of dark periods in my life with miserable consequences.

Without an open, honest disclosure of the surrounding events leading to a depressive collapse of mental health, the medical staff will not be able to fully treat me. Worse yet, those buried thoughts and emotions are sure to erupt in an even greater horrific cloud.

I know this just because when I started with therapy and seeing a psychiatrist I hid those facts that could have helped.

Stare down the pain to defeat your fears.

When I admitted my secrets to a psychiatrist or therapist, I often felt like a “born-again Christian”, who went down to the river and had my sins washed away.

Silly🤡Words✍️ Rescued💃Me😎*

My six word story, which sums up the gist of this post.

I had just finished my dinner and a rather melodramatic murder mystery on DVD. Picked up my cell and saw a post from Urban Dictionary. I thought it was extremely silly but believable.

Earlier this evening, I referred to myself as a “doodler.” I wondered if this was an actual word so I looked it up on Urban Dictionary. It is! I was using the term because I like to doodle. It was defined as a subnormal Italian artist who will paint anything.

I then remembered hearing “Googler” being used and a few hundred more ways Google has been used. I found more than imagined and realized I could define my own term.

As presented to Urban Dictionary: My term is “Googlerama“.

It is defined as, A person or group of people who believe an idiotic fact, which was discovered on discredited internet site(s) regardless what most media outlets report or common sense would determine.

Used in a sentence: “Janice! You will NOT believe what I just learned! There is a tiny communist village in rural Missouri filled with people who all have the same birthdays, social security numbers, names, and look the same. They’re John & Jane Doe. It’s because they’re leprechauns, and….”

“FRED! SLOW DOWN!! I’ve told you before about Googlerama. You don’t have to believe everything you read on the internet.”

Writing blog posts and concocting photos for them are fun for me. They easily entertain me and prevent a potentially depressing, dismal, dark day or night. I could have easily focused my attention on the negative side of my life.

Hopefully others will find ways to keep themselves entertained when necessary. As I know, it’s easy to slip into a pit of depression, especially when you’ve been home alone for most of the the day. I was happy just writing this post. It kept me smiling.

The leprechaun picture is from a funny cartoon.

* I hope someone comments and lets me know if the use of the emojis was humorous.

Two 6-Word Sad Short Stories

Samuel smiled sweetly secluding his soreness.

True story, I came into work and a co-worker innocently asked, “How are you?”

“I feel like shit.” I muttered.  “Like a zombie.”  From her response,  I must have sounded like the “undead”.

Her eyes flew open. Her mouth ajar open. “WHAT!?” spewed out.

Now I’m “Swell!” “Fabulous!!” “Fantastic!”

For me acknowledging my state of mind, body, or conscious is the first step in improving a problem.

Once alone, I faced my depressed state.  Currently however, I’m really not facing depression

In years past, I kept a journal of all the daily problems I had.  Now I discuss the drama that crops up in my life with friends.  I’ve found that it’s harder to tell someone the issues plaguing me, which provides more a relief and piece of mind.

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Small compliments can cause larger outcomes.

A friend stopped by and saw an oddity hanging on my wall.   It was a foot long chunk of tree bark.  He only said, “That’s cool.”

I just personally liked it. I never imagined someone else would.

Well, this made me think what else could I put together with tree bark. First, there were dozens of questions that came to mind: to numerous for a blog.

I had a three foot long, and foot wide section of tree bark.  It was much heavier. First, how would twine cording be able to safely attach to the bark?  Then, would the cord securely affix the bark to a single nail or would multiple nails be needed?  Once deciding to drill holes in the bark, I wondered what would the knots of the twine cord look like exposed on the front of the bark?

In the end, it appeared to be a huge chunk of tree bark – which of course it was.  One twine cord held it safely to one nail.  The wall also seemed fine.

The interesting thing was the exposed knots at the end cord.  They potentially looked like eyes.  With time and practice, I plan on making this more pronounced. Regardless of what others may think I like it and enjoyed the producing it.

I just like the look but if anyone asks his name is “Woody”.

6 word PRIDEFUL story

Patrick preaches how he knows everything.

I actually know people, who has been like this.

A 6-Word Story From A Depressed Author

👻 Ghostly Night Owl Killed 🐦 Early Birdie.

Lately I’ve been staying up late and sleeping late into the morning.  When I finally get moving, I’m depressed because I essentially pissed half the day away.  Then some version of that silly story went through brain today.  I instantly chuckled & felt fine.

So, I laughed & lit a cigar.

For me, the point is simple.

Simple to envision but hard to apply.

Before focusing on one or two things and getting up or down on myself, I’m going to try to look at all the facts.

In fact last night, my bipolar manic side kicked in and I applied the same theory.  I dreamed of walking in St Francis’ footsteps and take up homelessness.  At first, I was thrilled with the concept. After 30 minutes of reading about people who choose to live without a home on Google, I dropped it.  I’m already living with the poor. 

{Please note, depressive emotional episodes generally last 7 days and with me less severe manic periods are thrown in & known as hypomanic episodes.  Furthermore, I have a diagnosis of Bipolar II Disorder, which is defined by a pattern of depressive episodes and hypomanic episodes.  This does not have the full-blown manic episodes that are typical of Bipolar I Disorder.  I’m getting this information from the National Institute of Mental Health at https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/bipolar-disorder/.}

I research my issues online and ask my Doctors and Therapist questions without hesitation.  I strongly suggest the same.  I’m only presenting what works for me.

A 6.25 Word Greedy Story.

I read somewhere that greed has no ends. Zillions of money supposedly will not bring unending happiness.  This makes sense to me, but I’ve never had one “zill” of money. 

About a year ago I used the first half of this line.  I’m just expanding upon it.

When I was 17, I attended a Catholic school, and almost everyone in my class attended a Teens Encounter Christ retreat weekend.  One of the first projects that we had to do was to present what we wanted to do after high school, what our goal was.  I had no clue.

Then it dawned on me, a retreat with priests and nuns, what are they going to say? “So what if you make a big name for yourself here on earth and then wind up in hell?”

Everyone else responded with a college degree.  My response was only based on what I expected their comments to be.  I imagined I was being a smartass.

I just wanted to have fun at college.

Low and behold, they just wanted to know what we were going to do at college.  I was the weirdo.

At the end of the retreat, a nun thanked me for sharing my goal.  Suddenly my attitude and life goal changed.  I always fought with nuns. I was shocked.

One friend said to me, “Everyone wants to go to heaven.” I said nothing but wanted to say, ‘But when asked what do they say?’

The highest of high income people are not necessarily the happiest. Many have said to be bored and may even been suicidal and the highest high income individuals have been suicidal. Robin Williams, Kurt Cobain, Virginia Wolfe, and Earnest Hemingway, all were rich famous individuals who committed suicide.

“….research has shown that both the lowest-low and the highest-high incomes are more strongly associated with rates of suicide than other income levels. In other words, it’s the extremes of either poverty or wealth that are associated with higher suicide rates.” https://www.gulfbend.org/poc/view_doc.php?type=doc&id=13737&cn=9.

Presidents Donald Trump and Ronald Reagan are two obvious examples of wealthy individuals who entered the political realm.

Rich folks also have hobbies only the wealthy can afford. We’re talking from sky diving, art, antique, or exotic animal collecting. Also, world travel and soon they will be routinely be going on space travel. https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.gobankingrates.com/money/wealth/hobbies-rich-only-can-afford/amp/

The point is simple. Great wealth is not an end all in itself. More will always be wanted but is that good?

The old testament said it simply, Ecclesiastes 5:10: “Whoever loves money never has enough; whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income. This too is meaningless.”

A Six S-Word Story on Anger Control

Sammys’ single sadness screamed Satanic serpents.

Buddha can explained this one. 

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.  Buddha

In the retail world, I’ve dealt with some dumb, angry folks, and not been phased at all.  My coworkers have been impressed with me.   Well, I know I’ve been upset and took my anger out on some innocent bystanders.  If I can be that stupid, then I cannot get annoyed with an equal moron.

Bad Events Can Turn Out Well

Lord Buddha says: “One evening, Zen master Shichiri Kojun was reciting sutras when a thief entered his house with a sharp sword, demanding “money or life”.

Without any fear, Shichiri said, “Don’t disturb me! Help yourself with the money, it’s in that drawer”. And he resumed his recitation. The thief was startled by this unexpected reaction, but he proceeded with his business anyway. While he was helping himself with the money, the master stopped and called, “Don’t take all of it. Leave some for me to pay my taxes tomorrow”.

The thief left some money behind and prepared to leave. Just before he left, the master suddenly shouted at him, “You took my money and you didn’t even thank me?! That’s not polite!”. This time, the thief was really shocked at such fearlessness. He thanked the master and ran away. The thief later told his friends that he had never been so frightened in his life.

A few days later, the thief was caught and confessed, among many others, his theft at Shichiri’s house. When the master was called as a witness, he said, “No, this man did not steal anything from me. I gave him the money. He even thanked me for it.” The thief was so touched that he decided to repent. Upon his release from prison, he became a disciple of the master and many years later, he attained Enlightenment.”

Trying to always stay calm and not getting upset over negative events and consequences has helped me maintain a peaceful, happy disposition.