Self-righteous anger

Every so often, emphasis on often, there presents itself a situation where anger is justified. Where indeed some notable wrong has been done against me or someone to which I am lovingly beholden. It, if it were presented to a hypothetical jury, would almost definitely be approved for a strong reaction. Suffice it to say that an outburst would be "justified".
But there lurks a more tacit and dangerous injustice in this self-righteous anger.
Remember that everyone else is trying to stay above water just like you and sometimes you become their life preserver. It might push you under for a little bit.
But you know how to tread water.

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Talking myself into an early coffin

Inertia: Lofty Ideas and Sea Change

A friend of mine told me she wishes she could slap me.
I'm getting closer to getting why now.

At first it seemed like getting fucked up was the way to be different - the way to rebel or make a statement. It was the way to set yourself apart from the pack, to be daring, to do something new. But now it becomes more and more clear to me that it is the way to maintain the status quo of existence. When you intoxicate and adulterate your brain, you exact upon your soul a sense of inertia; immobility. You sit around and have deep conversations about the way things should be, the myriad injustices of the world, the senses in which people are wronged and mistreated.
But you never do a goddamned thing about it.
A good friend of mine once told me that his high school baseball coach used to tell him he had "living room balls". This eloquent turn of phrase simply means that you'll sit around in your living room positing theories and asserting yourself. From the comfortable, hazy ambience of your armchair you will tell people how it should be, the things you'll someday do to change everything.
But when you get out on the field you freeze. You turn into a person afraid to actually stick themselves out there and make a change. You can't risk failure on the field, but you can preach from the bully pulpit in front of your couch with your good friends nodding their heads.
I say it's time for a sea change.
A good friend of mine was just telling me how so many people have lofty ideas and principles, but never put their money where their mouth is.
"They didn't just make that phrase up for no reason, you know?"
They didn't. But the world is full of couch theorists and armchair philosophers. So the time hasn't just come for difference-making to start with yourself: it's now, then, and it always has been. We just stupefy ourselves into thinking that making a difference is just around the corner.
I for one am going to get off my proverbial and literal ass.

"As I wouldn't pay a penny to hear your thoughts..."

There comes a time

This blank page staring back at me is clawing at my eyes
Everything with perspective turns introspective and I can't trust it
Only a few things give me comfort, only a few things still feel real
There comes a big gray cloud that seems insuperable
And I realize that the rain has to come in my life as well
All things come to pass

My vision is like an Owl Creek Overpass
I hang the lantern to find my way back in the dark
But the wind took away the flame and now I'm stuck in the depths of the forest
There's a precipitous path that I question with every step
Every step begets a question, every eye registers displeasure and disdain

Maybe I'll find that lantern
Maybe I'll relight it

There's no way to tell