WildEyed Loon

  • Social Media Rules (my rules)

    Social Media Rules (my rules)

    “Our social tools are not an improvement to modern society; they are a challenge to it.” ― Clay Shirky I’ve started looking at my Crackbook feed again. It’s a cycle for me. I look at the feed. Then, someone PISSES ME OFF! Then I say fuck it, it’s all a bunch of crap! I ignore…

  • Rage and Helplessness

    Rage and Helplessness

    “It is a very terrible thing to be far smaller than one’s rage.” ― Frances Hardinge, Fly by Night They all need to be punished! A wet noodle for everyone! Including ME! I’ve pretty much lost control of my mind. The same thoughts go around and around and around. I’m going mad. Or madder than…

  • Can’t You Just Help Me?

    Can’t You Just Help Me?

    “I just need a website. An easy one! You’re my friend! Why can’t you just help me?” Okay, so I’m still taking that NLP class, it’s still annoying me, and I just found another piece of evidence that explains some of the reasons why friends often demand actual work from each other. In the video,…

  • US Navy – Baby Booties on the Loose – Bootcamp

    US Navy – Baby Booties on the Loose – Bootcamp

    I joined the Navy almost right out of high school. Even though I went to a college prep high school (I lived in the district), college was not even on my radar. I didn’t even consider it to be possible for me.. I’d been living with my grandparents after leaving home when I was 17.…

  • I’ve Got the Power!

    I’ve Got the Power!

    I glanced at the message from Tom and saw that it was time sensitive. I was giving an update to my boss Brad and since he was standing over my shoulder, I did the courtesy of letting Tom know that Brad was with me. “Oh BTW, Brad’s with me.” “Brad’s there? What’s he doing there?”…

  • The Rules of Taken Men

    The Rules of Taken Men

    There I was, face to face with a woman who was currently dating a man I used to date. He was staring at us like violence was going to erupt at any moment and that if it did, it would be the best present he’d ever received. Phil was a singer songwriter I’d dated for…

  • The Dark Side of “Perception is Projection”

    The Dark Side of “Perception is Projection”

    In my on-going and apparently never-ending effort to help myself become my best self and to overcome my own past and all the crap rummaging around in my noodle, I signed up for an NLP (Neuro-linguistic Programming) class on udemy.com. Aside: If you know the system, you can regularly get 75-90% off all the classes.…

  • Questioning Good & Evil

    Questioning Good & Evil

    I was sitting outside my apartment building in Motta Sant’ Anastasia, Sicily, in my battered blue Beemer with splotches of red primer all over it. You don’t see that in the U.S. People tend to take care of their BMWs. But I was in Sicily and battered Beemers were common place. I’d just gotten back…

  • I Remember…The Day the Bride Took Back Her Power

    I Remember…The Day the Bride Took Back Her Power

    “I don’t understand why she has to be here,” a bridesmaid whispered to the bride. The bride and six bridesmaids, of which I was the sixth, were getting fitted for our dresses. The “she” the other bridesmaid was talking about was me. This was in 1988, when I was in the Navy and serving in…

  • I Remember…the Good, the Bad, and the French Fried…

    I Remember…the Good, the Bad, and the French Fried…

    Sometimes I wish I could still drink. Really drink. It would be so nice to release myself into oblivion. To medicate myself so just for a few moments so I wouldn’t be obsessing about my life. To have a little ease. But no, one drink goes straight to my bloodstream. Two and I’m the life…

  • Bad Teacher

    Bad Teacher

    “You suck! You’ll never be any good!” an acting teacher and his students screamed at me while pointing their fingers at me. When I tell you this story, you will no doubt think that it’s horrendous. And it is. But it is also is much worse than you think. Most people would agree that bullying…

  • Round and Round

    Round and Round

    My thoughts go round and round, like a never-ending carousel with all the horses faces replaced with people I know, or have known, or think I know. No smiles. Just snarls and knowing looks. Some maniacal laughter just on the surface of their lips. I just want to get off that carousel. I tell myself…

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