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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Invisible is as invisible was...

I love the fact that I can post whatever ramblings come into my head on my blog, and while this is a public journal, open to whomever chooses to read it, not one soul has done so. Or if they did, had something better to do than post a comment.

Look at me, oh you can't, but wait I'm covered in marmalade twirling a screaming badger over my head, sure you can't look, oh that's right, you're doing texting, and by the way gang, it's a telephone, not a tiny fucking typewriter, you say hello, someone else answers and a relationship of sorts is established.

Give and take, a verbal exchange, dare I say reading between the lines, listen you dimwits, then respond. Oops, note to self, do not let go of the badger! AAGGHHH!!!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh Geoffrey, you are mistaken. Your blog is read - I don't know by how many - but by me. And its not that I have something better to do, at least not always, but your words require digesting. Not everyone can be so open and honest with their intermost thoughts.

My new disclaimer...yeah I know.

Okay, the old disclaimer was tired. The ideas were outdated and keeping me stuck in a place I don't want to be now for something more refreshing.

I have recently changed my views regarding women. Seems I had some issues with the fairer sex due to past pain and self- centered fear. (Yes...duh applies.)

I'm done with that.

Being in recovery has helped me change my entire life, perceptions and attitudes. I cannot change my history but I can change my today and my future.

I recently realized that the women I know in recovery are some of the strongest, bravest, most gentle and kind teachers I have ever had. You exemplify integrity and spiritual growth, and I hope you know who you are.

Some may know of my past marital and relationship history and been a participant in them as well. It's past and that's where it the past.

I own my part in those failures but claim no more responsibility in any misery you may be experiencing. I am sorry, but it's time to get off the cross. We need the wood.

Thank you all...