Adaptive Curmudgeon

An Honest Offer For Anyone Who Needs It

A recent post got a bit of notice. It’s nice to get extra hits. However, it made me reflect on how brutally social media and propaganda have kneecapped everyone and especially their merciless hammering at susceptible people.

Folks like 357 Magnum and Bayou Renaissance Man have already staked their claim in that sphere of existence which suits them. Me too. We’re already living; with all the risks and joys and sorrows and chaos and fulfilment that comes with it. We may have arrived that way through experience or philosophy or religion or practice but we got there. Hell, I’ll howl at the moon non-ironically if I feel like it. Even as society crawls up its own ass, I’m as free as possible within the world as it is.

Not everyone is like that. I get it. For some, taking that first step is not a small thing.

Despite being a loner, I’m right now reaching out. If you need a little positivity and aren’t ready to do so on a public blog’s comments, you may privately e-mail me. I have an “About” page. There’s an e-mail form there (it probably works). My e-mail address is also on the page. If you aren’t seeing the sun through the clouds, I will listen. I ‘aint going to fix your shit, but I will listen. Maybe that will help.

This is different from comments; they go public. That’s always open to you as well.

This is for the folks that are not making the journey on their own… maybe they could but need a little friendly encouragement. So long as you see that a journey exists, you’ve got a good shot. If you’re in the throes of COVID terror and wonder if it’s bullshit; e-mail me. If NPR has your gluten free knees quaking over your hemp sandals and you wonder if there’s a better way; e-mail me. If you’re trapped in a life that’s bounded and colorless and without challenge or merit… maybe you need to build a boat… either figuratively or a real damn boat… e-mail me. If you want something different but haven’t the slightest idea how to get there… don’t curl up in a ball and wet yourself… e-mail me.

It’s important to pull out of the dive. Soon. Right now if possible. Not tomorrow, not next week. Now! It’s hurting you. It’s meant to hurt you. It’s not in your best interests to let social engineering vote farmers render you limp and hopeless. If you can read my blog without passing out, you’ve already got the spark. You can adapt and overcome.

One note: I’m not a counselor. I’m not your best friend. If you want a hug, you probably should get a puppy. Don’t pin hopes on some internet blogger that he’ll drag you kicking and screaming over the path you need to walk on your own two feet. I’m only willing to listen. But lets face it, that ‘aint nothing! Most people don’t converse with you, they talk at you. I can do better than that!

If you’re in a hole, stop digging. If you’re drowning, start swimming. If you’re afraid to leave the house, you don’t have to stay that way. If you’re exhausted by the bullshit, spit it out. If the mask people, and the television freakouts, and the dipshits at work or school are pulling you down… standing on your hind legs and making your own choices will probably help. Maybe thinking your way to that potential future needs a sounding board.

I’ll try to be the ray of fucking sunshine you might need.

I’m the least among many superior options. I’m probably the dumbest place to turn. But I won’t laugh at you. I get it. I’ve probably had similar thoughts. Maybe you live in a neighborhood that’s inches from Kristallnacht or perhaps don’t even know what Kristallnacht means but get the hint that things feel dark. Maybe the HOA has been Karening your soul to death and you’ve become paralyzed. Send me an e-mail. At the very least you can vent.

This is not about politics. It’s about living. Neither my boat nor the monarch caterpillars that lived on my desk nor my dog which died last spring were members of a political party. They were what gives life flavor and spirit. I’m hoping you’ll find joy and freedom. That’s all. I don’t want your vote. I’m not going to tell you to be like me. I’m just offering encouragement for those who might need it.

This is a limited time offer. It’s a short virtual supportive moment where you can get your bearings and come back up off that mat swinging! But then, I’m going back into my peaceful loner world.

Life is awesome. You don’t have to be a scared little bitch. Better to be self realized adult than an infantilized game piece in someone else’s Utopian design. Sometimes all one needs to rise above is to know that it can be done. It can.

Good luck. I really am rooting for you. So are others.

Get out and smell the flowers. You’ll be glad you did.

A.C.

Warning: I go off grid often. I deliberately don’t check my e-mail every day. These are techniques I use to keep the F***book monster (an analogy I just made up) from doing to me what it’s done to the world. Please don’t flake out if it takes a while to get a response.

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