You got it. I remember thinking all the women from Accra, Ghana, were supermodels. I must've received at least a dozen of those. I kept thinking to myself, "man, if I move to Ghana, I'd be a happy man..."
I used to have the worst insomnia - they even wanted me to do a sleep study at U of M. Ugh. Sleep pills were troubling to me - very hard to shake off. I found the same thing - could not shut my mind off.
My general practioner back in MI had, and we tried, an idea. I was prescribed a very small dosage (50mg) of Desryl (also known as Trazodone), an anti-depressant - not enough to be mood-affecting or anything, but the side effects are grogginess. Not addictive, either. But the great thing is that it worked. I get 7-8 hours pretty reliably now, and consecutive doctors (including the ones here in Cali) heartily endorse its continuance. Been about 10 years now
Too funny. Nope. Not mine. Just caught up in the moment, and putting things in perspective.
For the record, I happen to think very highly of the police. I just wondered how bad things could be fleeing them in a car that may have been worth $200.
So I get home from work this evening after a really tough, stressed-out week. I contemplate going into the office this weekend. I'm whipped. Life is so hard. Poor me.
I turn on the news. I've been a little ambivalent about the local news here in So Cal, but I've lived here some four years now. I should know what's going on, right?
Of course, there's a car chase. There is a 90% chance of turning on the local news and there being a car chase somewhere in or around LA, about 40 miles North of here. Why do they always coordinate the theft in time for the 6:00 pm broadcast? Maybe they could get away at 2:30 in the afternoon without all the news choppers swirling about?
So I watch. It should not be that interesting, but in a morbid way, it is. Will Good triumph over Evil? Will he crash? Is Dennis Rodman behind the wheel? Whoever it was, he was not going very fast -maybe 25, 30 mph. Gripping TV, this.
The driver is described as a grand theft auto suspect. The car is an old beat-to-death Toyota Celica with one space-saver spare in service. I quietly hoped it was not the car he stole.
After 20 minutes, pre-empting more important news, like what's going on in the celebrity world, it ends the way these things always end. He rear-ends a pickup, the cops pull him out the window and fling him to the ground. They seemed, for some reason, mildly pissed-off. For the driver, the very definition of a Bad Day.
I wish I could say the point to all this is some elaborate commentary on societal degeneration, but no, nothing that grand.
In relative terms, my life is not so bad. In fact, you could say, it's pretty damn perfect in comparison. I have not been flung to the ground by the cops. At least this week.
I have this recent habit of being pessimistic about expectations, for largely pragmatic reasons: If I am wrong, I am pleasantly surprised. If I am right, well there's always a tiny bit of solace in being right.
I've found that it has become very easy for me to forgive. Otherwise, it becomes resentment, which becomes baggage I neither need, nor have the space for.
Hmmmm. The Tigers go to the World Series, and the Detroit Lions actually WON a game. Okay, so I need a life.
Took the motorcycle on errands this morning, that turned into a little run up the Pacific Coast Highway. Perfect for a little soul-searching. Still trying to find it...
rwantin Forum Posts (8,924)
Best of luck to both of you.
RE: How Much Would You Ask For?
Sorry you got sick. I'm not the most PC person in the world, but the thing about "jew me down" raised my eyebrows a bit