Friday, May 14, 2010


I don't like to put out negative posting on my blog. If you have come for happy, informative tidbits, I strongly suggest you move along now.
I'm a rather private person who chooses to keep things bottled up inside. Not the best coping mechanism around, but it's how I roll. Lately, things in my world have become just a bit overwhelming and I have to find a way to let it go. A browsing of photos from some keywords produced some rather disturbing results. Others fit the bill nicely, and since it's my blog I want to put them here to help me come to terms with some things. I just need to vent and move on. OK? Not seeking pity points or anything of the sort.
Ever feel like life just rolls merrily along, happy, carefree, then WHAM? At the least convenient, most horrific times possible, everything piles up into one big fat crisis?
This is EXACTLY how I feel lately:

Now, as much as I would love to do exactly as this cat feels, my rationale mind won't allow it. Sure would make me feel a heck of a lot better, but those darn prison uniforms just don't flatter my coloring at all.

Scratching someones eyes out feels equally appealing to me. Just let the old claws and teeth fly and have at it. Geez, sounding like some violent serial killer aren't I?
Lately the change and uncertainty swirling in my world have escalated. To the casual observer I am sure the rest of the human race thinks I have finally lost my mind. Blow it off. It will be fine. It isn't you. Don't take it personal. Just do what they want. It will get better. Just calm down. You name it, I've heard it. Frankly, I'm sick to death of hearing it.
Most see sunshine and roses. I see this:

A massive super cell of destruction headed right for me. Not just any old black cloud. This one packs power, capable of wiping out solid structures, inflicting harm, leaving devastation and despair in its wake. One of those magnificent forces that you know is coming. You think you are prepared and have your survival gear in order. You can't run. You can only hide and hope.
If you are lucky, when the storm passes, you may see some left standing.

What I can't comprehend is how those are usually the same people who can't see the forest for the trees? They can escape without a scratch from the worst encounters ever seen. Nothing or no one can touch them. They live to see another day. They live to hurt again. They turn their backs on those on life support, hanging by a thread. Fair weather friends.

For now, I will stay hidden. Isolated. Saving my strength for a battle I am more likely to survive.

THIS looks like exactly where I want to be. I need to be.