My blog is like a scrapbook of conversation and chatter.  (rt)

Everyone should keep a journal.  It’s true.  They’re good for the soul or whatever.  Pretty much my only take-away from my child psychologist’s sessions was that journal writing helps.  I already knew that but it was nice to have the confirmation.  She reminded me of Mary Hartman … the same colourful wool ties in the hair, as she’s trying to be hip and free and cool, thinking it would put me at ease.  She was amusing, I must say.  Ironically though, at the time I had already been keeping a journal and it had been read by a counselor.  It was the darkness of it that got me sent to a clinic.  It turns out that being a young introvert in an extroverted world, back then, was a heavy burden, emotionally.  We needed more time to recharge and it was assumed to be a weakness. The thought that to be accepted I would forever have to endure energetic, social occasions with rooms full of people was demoralizing.  The future seemed like it would be a chore.

I tried to tell everyone I was different, and no one took it seriously.  A drawback of being an introvert is that you won’t seek out people to talk to who understands what it’s like to be an introvert.  It’s a character trait, not a character flaw.  And it’s our time right now to balance things out.  The virus is out there, and some of us can manage the solitude much better mentally than others.  We don’t need to adapt to the home isolation.  We’re used to it. It’s a good thing we’re around because that means half of us can handle being shut in and many are productive in an online world.  Plus, we’re more than capable of fighting this virus from the inside.

This is pretty much The Walking Dead but with a virus instead of zombies.

It seems everything we do now is centered on Covid.  We’re being hunted.  Thinning of the herd is so true and the ones who survive better get their act together or the next culling could be something even worse.

As I age, it’s like my memories are clearer, brighter, more vivid, and more nostalgic.  A song or a sound can transport you to a time and sentiment … little snippets of all the stages of my life return in a warmth of reminiscence.

Animals don’t understand the concept of death.  Even when there’s death around them, it’s just something that happens.  Some mourn for a short time and then move on.  But they don’t understand why their mate stopped moving.   It’s a part of life – a natural course of events.

The human mind evolved, and still we don’t know what happens to our mind.  But this not knowing is what keeps us from jumping off cliffs if we’re sad.  Life, and death.  It’s all a process.  Somehow, our minds evolved and so much of how we live, how we exist, is because of our fear of death.

What’s the difference between the gods of a Muslim or a Christian or any of the other 2400 religions?  Each one believes their god is the one true god.  How can they not find that odd?  That was when I started to question; World Religion – Grade 11 History.  It ignited a spark. I always thought the bible stories seemed far-fetched and never got a straight, logical answer, and when I questioned my family about these outlandish events that seemed against nature, so many billions of others believe them as well.  You believe your god is the one true god but so do all religions.  The intensity with which you believe in your deity is the same level of intensity we secular people feel about our disbelief.

I wrote this in a comment.  I had trolled the buffoon’s site while watching the DNC convention.

Me:  “A real republican wouldn’t vote for Trump.  Just sayin’.”

Some Gail person:  “Boy are you stupid”

Me:  I’ve studied both your parties and follow your politics quite extensively, ever since the moment I watched a man with no morals, no compassion, no empathy, ride down an escalator in all his narcissistic glory. I follow your politics with a kind of morbid curiosity – and fear. I don’t fear the Republicans, I don’t fear the Democrats, what I do fear are the Trumpicans.  🙂

Anyone who knew me before I had children was surprised when I settled into motherhood.  I had always been vocally ambivalent about having kids.  And now, I wouldn’t change a thing.  Unconditional love. I’m surrounded by people who genuinely love me, and animals who worship me.  Children and pets – I have no problem committing to the lives entrusted to my care.