I didn’t use to have “recurring” dreams, but lately I dream about a couple who took me into their family when I was a very young teen— it’s usually a nice dream—they were well-off and very social, and always, always kind and giving. Sometimes there’s a big party at their house, sometimes the father is holding me in a nice hug...they’re both gone now. I miss them. I’m a little sad when I first wake from it.
Ive never understood why getting a psychiatrist is so tough—even if you have adequate health coverage. Some HMO’s (and I worked many years for one) had several on their staff, and those offices were nearly always empty or near... yet, when clients want to see one, they’re given the run-around just about every time. I always wondered just what those buttholes did all day—I’m sweating bullets to get meds passed, tears dried, charting, pharmacy orders, coding, and they’re sitting in there with no clients and hesitate to take any. I just don’t get it....
A couple of ideas: If getting tons of mail from a specific region, you can block THAT region— not the absolute best, because there could be some genuine good people you’ll miss, but, can’t have everything. Another thought: as unwanted mail trickles in, block that PERSON. Gets tedious, I know, but on this kind of internet appliance, you take the bad with the good. There is no way the structure of CS can mollycoddle every individual’s custom order, FFS! It’s free....like a radio or television, just switch channels. Come on, micro-manage your own usage, stop thinking that every specific thing you want can be accommodated. Just don’t answer those pesky notes—it’s easy, man!
OK— I get the “conspiracy” theories, and there really are some valid arguments. Parents fight to keep schools from requiring entry vaccinations; the polio scare in my childhood resulted in mass local vaccinations ( remember getting your sugar cube from the school or county nurse?) and then, the AIDS crisis hit when I was a first-year student...there followed scads of conspiracy stories...however, this pandemic is very, very real, and I believe, at some point, we have to trust the (soon-to-be) mandate. It’s tough— lesser of two evils. If you contract COVID you have an extremely high chance of dying a very terrible death. (Imagine desperately needing another breath before you can exhale the one you just drew— like a tank sitting on your chest...not pretty. If faithful, or not...pray earnestly and get vaccinated. It’s tough, I know, but I really believe it’s the lesser of two evils.
Oregon is leaning toward lock-down again, and Friday the mask requirement will be in full swing. I’m fully vaccinated, we even carry a card, which must be presented, if requested... what times these are.. Blessings....
I really, really believe it goes far back to basic human development. Whether it’s just not being aware, or what, I believe it’s all about not understanding that marriage is, and takes, work. Sometimes one partner or the other , or both, just take what seems like the easy way out. Problem-solving is employed in all other facets of life, it stands to reason a relationship should need it, as well. No, it’s not that easy...but perhaps there should be mandatory classes before a couple can marry. Why not? We need them for many other parts of life, and what is really as important as being an advocate for yourself and the one you love, or believe you love?
A few years ago I was dealing with some very heavy feelings of “not belonging”, having a hard time being a part of a group, casual or structured, and this sort of thing. I was on the telephone with a lady I’ve known since grade school. She listened patiently, and then said the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard:
She said, “Ahh, R..., I can’t believe anyone wouldn’t WANT to be your friend”.
It changed my life. She and I are still extremely close friends. They’re coming for dinner this week, actually.
Just tossing this out there—no political rhetoric intended, and I’m open to whatever ideas any of you might have: Since Mexico is our primary concern for border issues, and the feelings about it are valid from several points of view, let me suggest that since Mexico has almost unbelievably high untapped resources (shale oil deposits, for one; agricultural opportunities, and many, many more..) why not have a meeting of the minds, form corporate partnerships, provide the jobs that will provide living wage conditions for Mexican citizens, eliminate the “need” to illegally jump border. (The primary reason for breaking the immigration law is that they need a better way of life). We benefit in the sharing of this wealth because we’re supporting the infrastructure; they benefit because they get to stay home and build their better lives at home, which is what they often say they want. It seems a win-win to me..
Not sure which I think is the worst, but I will say some of the sarcasm/attempts at humor, etc...on some crime shows is just a bit annoying. Like, on one awhile back, a struggling office worker was moonlighting as a call-girl, and was killed. One of the detectives said, “If she knew this might happen she wouldn’t have spent so much on perfume..” remarks like this aren’t really “funny”, and they undermine the victims who do get harmed. Some things just aren’t funny...
You do not know. If the OP is really being authentic, then his condition (which is NOT natural in lucid, cognitive adults) absolutely needs the intervention I described. I’m sure you will continue to argue, that is your style at times, but you are NOT correct. M..., by the way, happens to be natural throughout life. Comparing the two was sophomoric. You fell a notch in how I perceived you. Please do not make comments of and about the medical field you do not know about.
Enjoying being deliberately incontinent for any reason indicates a psychological situation requiring intervention, and in all probability, in-patient observation and therapy. Get thee to an infirmary pronto, Buster.
How eerie—though it has been awhile, I’ve dreamed (at least twice) that I step out of my house (I’m in the heart of a fairly large city in this dream..) and the entire town is in ruins, tall office and apartment buildings smoldering, stalled, dusty/wrecked cars everywhere, ashes, etc...all over. I wake up just a little unnerved for a few minutes...how strange a dream...I wonder if, for our dreams, that world circumstances have just gotten so volatile, so tragic, that they’re somehow manifested in our sleep. I’ve been praying lately for horrible dreams to just stop. I think other people are having anxiety-related dreams, too. Hope you get some quality, peaceful rest, my friend.
I have been dreaming that I’m back in my Portland neighborhood, going to the local tavern I used to be so much a part of. I always wake before I get there..sometimes I’m just going through the door, but never get to see the old gang...funny, it always ends that way...( been 15 years...)
Right now I just finished a post- read it if you get time- it’s just after 7 a.m. Need to straighten up house, get another cup of coffee, then shave/shower and run two bank errands, take a friend to Freddie’s (Big Shopping Center—some areas call it Kroger) and possibly meet up with a friend and drive out to my favorite beach...maybe get a Coney (Hot dog with meat sauce, onions and cheese).. brush out Skedaddle, and freshen up the terrarium. Got a few things to do today!
I used to help out a lot. Give money, pick up hitch-hikers, even let people crash at my house. Almost all of the time, things went OK. But these are very arbitrary times— the money is all too often wasted; a single driver can easily be over-taken by a hitch-hiker; same kind of thing can happen to a home-owner, and, it can become a hassle legally to get rid of someone who won’t leave. I don’t want to be prejudicial, but too many of these folks have relinquished their moral compass, and the farther they go into the abyss the more shallow - there’s no compassion on THEIR part to be fair and honest to even the people trying to help them. They develop an attitude of feeling righteous about doing whatever they need to do to get what they want. I won’t say I’m “done”, but I certainly am not a pushover. It’s just unsafe—the trout is in the bucket of milk and the evidence of what I have seen far exceeds being just circumstantial. Not worth the risk—yet my heart goes out to misfortune. It’s hard to know what to do these days.
Although we have some homeless camps around here, we’re still a good two hours from the I5 corridor. I’m not vacating— besides, it’s probably like this just about everywhere...especially in denser communities.
RE: Troll
That was a nice thing to say...