another day, another positive spin (and distraction)

oh, did i say that?... well, yes, ultimately, that's what it comes down it… it being everything… for better or worse (and hopefully for better), happy people are happy because we put a positive spin on everything… hopefully we are not deluding ourselves (or others) too much, but everything is a matter of perspective, which ads our own sensory perception to every experience, which allows for and even requires at least a bit of imagination or illusion, of filling in blanks and putting the sight and sounds and other sensory input together in a conceptual form that becomes a picture in our minds…

so that's what i do on good days… i look around and experience life and find the positives, the fun (and funny), and the best perspective i can find… cuz depression is boring after a few days, or hours, even… unless it's the mocking of depression like the robot does in Douglas Adams books… real depression is looking at the same things that happy people look at and finding no positive spin, no endearing memory, no reason to smile… reasons to smile are not out gifts, we make them in our minds… we choose to find a reason to in our perspective… we create a reason to smile in our thoughts…

we being happy people…

so here i am lost in another weekend of vegetation… forgetting the plans i had for being uber busy… letting the lettuce go bad in the fridge while i eat more leftover stuffing (thanksgiving food, it's all stuffing, really)… adding chocolate cake and ice cream to the mix… joining in with the same old same ultra lazy old couch potato lifestyle that the other two people i live with live so well… yes, if laziness could be an extreme sport, we are professional gold medalists here… and the body cries out as it is drowning in sugar and fat and it's own bloat as i sink deeper into the big green chair and make no movement to even walk around, no less get out and walk or be action or run or head to the social activities i listed in a previous post… my instinctive nature to rebel against scheduling and planning, perhaps… or maybe just my overall fatigue after working without any extended vacation for almost seven consecutive years…

most people might not notice the deep fatigue that sets in with the modern life… i do… and i've lived this long still about to bounce around and run miles and keep on going and going and going like the energizer bunny because i have taken the time to rest and exercise regularly in this life… until the last few years…

until last summer, i was seriously gearing up for a few months, maybe a year off next year… I think, for me, at least, that taking a few months (minimum) or a year off every decade is essential for maintaining conscious awareness and optimal health… and this decade was coming to it's last couple of years and everything was falling into place for a timely break from the race (please?) when Precious, in her infinite … [separation anxiety, fear of abandonment, fear of responsibility, fear of being alone, laziness, selfishness, spoiled-ness, usury, childishness, other] … put the kabash on that idea by decided first to put off going to college, then changing colleges, then finally deciding it would be better for her to stay home another four years, at least, and go to the local university…

now i know i am not financially obligation to continue living with and therein spending money on Precious and Rasputin (besides the cash flow that goes out each month, the loan amount has risen to over $2000 this week), but sharing is why i am here (in this life) and i have rarely found a sharing situation wherein i did not give more, on every level, than those with whom i was sharing… this is probably a subconscious choice, as giving is one of my favorite of all things to do in this life… but the permanent connection, the permanent commitment has been reserved for the one and since i have not found her, i've had the luxury of taking me time in this life… what i must do now is balance some me time with the sharing that will apparently continue, maybe for another few years…

finding the one or a compatible intimate life partner or even a close friend who shares my ways and perspectives and ideals and interests could change everything… would, actually… so don't let this lazy apparently wasted weekend get you down, it's necessary, the body must be rested and rejuvenated before the energy rise will not hurt it… must write less (what?... what was that?... did someone say write less?... who'd gone mad?... want me to go mad?... writing is the only link to any semblance of functional sanity and fitting in to this human world… without the writing, i'll just drift off into who knows where, oblivion, at least… how much less?) a bit, as much less as possible… maybe spending less time at the computer, browsing, is necessary… must TV less (that i can handle)… working less would be good, but that is not probably for the foreseeable future… maybe i should start playing the lottery every week…

obviously my pure genius brilliant art of the babble isn't attracting any unconscionably wealthy patron of the arts, or sugar momma, even… just how did Moses and Jesus and Joan and Socrates and Mom Theresa and Gandhi and all these self-help gurus and prophets and saints feed, cloth, and house themselves, anyway?... no wonder few lived long… maybe i should start fasting again… ah yes, miracles and the kindness of strangers, two of the blind faith fantasies most humans believe in…

yes, irreverence saves the day…well, for me at least… but then, i'm not much like anyone i've ever met no matter how much i pretend to try to become a normal average human type… i've been amuse and smiling (and now finally giggled) throughout this entry as the song included above has been downloading and will be for another hour and a half or so according to the torrent program i am using (hoping i don't torrent myself into a mess as i still have no virus protection or whatever else might protect a computer… haven't even installed the bellsouth software cuz i am not sure where the disk is, though i'll need it when Precious gets her nice new laptop next week), which is the positive spin thing referred to earlier in this entry…

so there you have it, right here and now, in RealTime™, even, done right before your eyes… practicing the preaching (T-Shirt idea… "Don't interrupt me, I'm practicing the preaching" or something like that)… yes, i am making the most of, the best, of the lemonade from the lemons of life… even though the football on TV is crap today and there's nothing else on and i still don't have a DVR to record the shows i'd actually check out at lazy times like these if i had them recorded… even though the laziness has won most of, perhaps all of, yet another weekend and opportunities for social life or improved fitness fall by the wayside… even though i am not piling up the retirement nest-egg i could be piling up so working longer into life is most probable… even though i am lonelier and lazier and stupider and more human than ever, i am resting… maybe even recuperating… and still optimistic and positive and excited about the potential for sharing in the upcoming week… and the potential that a more rested body might provide for me in this life…

so it's not just irreverence, there's usually seriousness behind the irreverence or i wouldn't take the positive effects of the irreverence seriously, but i rarely explain it or even touch upon it as i am doing here… that's reserved for someone who asks me to my face to join in the exploration of the ways and means to the methods of my madness…

so what else is new?... commentary on football?... sure, why not:

among the stupid human decisions that come to mind on any given Sunday in the fall or winter is the recent years of professional football… first, the word professional is fine to use for any profession, but the commissioner and owners make a mockery of the word… while it's all well and good to want to maintain some level of ethical professionalism, they seem to miss the point that football is first and foremost a game and professional football is first and foremost entertainment… they do not play professional football, the game on television and on the big boards in Las Vegas and other legal and illegal gambling places because they love the game… they play the game to make money… the money comes from entertaining people and then selling people products because people are watching because people are entertained…

so the moral high ground that professional football and their announcers are taking on celebrations is ridiculous and downright stupid… people enjoy celebrations… people watch sports for the competition, to see one person or team do something to win and everyone (except the management and announcers) actually want to enjoy the win, celebrate it, even… so to force professional football players to repress their enthusiasm for the game after they completed some amazing physical feat, to penalize them if their natural adrenalin and human nature to celebrate inspires a back flip or a crazy dance or some other celebration of life, liberty, and the ability to be a great athlete is like putting the cork in the champagne bottle and saying in a serious drone, "Happy New Year"…

it is bad for business to repress the celebrations, worse to penalize players and teams (and fans) for enjoying athletic success…

i'd love to hear the logic or reasoning is behind the decision to squash the thrill of victory in recent years… is it the puritan crap that is basically a fear sex, don't let grown men shake their booty on TV (have you noticed that cheerleaders hardly ever get air time in the past decade?... think about it if you watch the game and remember how much a part of the TV game cheerleaders and halftime shows were until the last decade or so, especially since the slip of a breast during a super bowl… this culture really has an issue that borders on psychosis about sexuality… i think it's definitely beyond neurosis, but anyway, have you noticed?)…

celebration is what life is about… celebration is what sport is about… celebrating the physical ability to enjoy life… in the peculiar case of professional football, celebration is wrong… celebration is penalized… celebration can cost a team a victory…

the last though on this, for now, may be the most ironic of all… if the powers that run professional football are trying to raise some moral standard by reducing the enthusiasm and turning players into emotionless robots that simply perform, this particular sport is failing badly… the increase in criminal activity on all levels of professional football makes the whole concept of professionalism and well-behaved boys a farce… pro football is becoming more and more a joke and less and less a fun sport full of enthusiasm and excellent play…

if they want to give us robots, we might as well play video games… at least them we are part of the action…

so now it's a sports commentary blog… as usual, my primary blog, as with btc and blogs before it, turns into an anything goes free-for-all that rambles on too much to really find a niche or keep the attention of most human readers… who has the time, after all… well, a sugar momma who is into reading babble and has the time cuz she doesn't have to work and is board of the jet set consumerism life and wants to read a wild-eyed babbling fool, that's who… and crazies like you, of course… speaking of football games, ncaa college football by EA sports, now that would be a serious time absorber… i love that video game… one of these days, i'll fit that into my busy life… when i get a busy life, perhaps… but then, looking at the calendar on the right (way down there), i suppose i do have a relatively busy life even if i don't actually make it to every one of those concerts and events listed… i do make it to most… and there's other stuff happening, besides work, that doesn't get listed…

so ok, it's a wonderful life… just not quite as wonderful as the film :)

hope yours is too :)