Saturday, May 30, 2015

Saturday Laziness

Well Bonjour My Little Buttercups !

How art thou ? Did you all have a lovely week ? I have been dogsitting a very cute dog for the last week and a half named Tico (pronounced Chico, because his owner is Brazilian). Tico loves to play, but has destroyed all of his toys. I bought him a few toys, but they didn't last more than a few hours.

How can you resist that face ?

So what else ?

I am slowly catching up and making the blogrounds, but I see that over half of the people I used to follow has stopped blogging.  It makes me a little sad, but life does go on ! After all, I was gone for a year and wasn't sure if I was gonna come back and blog. I am glad I did. I am happy to see those of you that are still here, and meeting new readers !

I always think about what I am gonna write, and then when I finally sit down to blog, it's like I have constipation of my mind. I am blogstipated...................

I will just talk about five things to get rid of my brain fart:

1) I slept until 2 p.m. this afternoon, and so did the dog. It was glorious, then I had coffee. This is what weekends are about. Tico likes to put his hind legs and butt in the general vicinity of my face to greet me when I awake. Isn't he so sweet and thoughtful ?

2) I was thinking about my life in the past couple of years, and it is funny how much I have changed. I have changed most about my opinions about life, it's crazy.

3) Speaking of which, I had this crazy notion back in my twenties that I had an idea of how life works. Now I am approaching my mid-thirties and all I can think is what the hell was I thinking, and how do we really know anything ? I feel like I don't know anything, I am re-learning life. I think having depression and anxiety has really thrown a monkey-wrench into everything. Blogging really does help with looking back and getting some perspective.

But I also think sometimes that when we are young, our over-confidence and delusions help us power through life. It gives us confidence to power through life, because it never gets easier and we do need all the help we can get. We need to bite off more than we can chew sometimes and learn a few things.

4) I have had this blog since December of 2003. It's funny to look back at some of these posts and wonder what the hell I was thinking ? A couple of years ago I found my old written journals from 1998 and 1999. I was so ashamed,  I think may have burned them. I still don't regret the decision.

5) I grew up in a cult and never really discussed it on this blog, but I think I should. It is still a taboo in society that really no one understands. It's really the extreme cases that make it on television. The Duggars, the scientologists, Warren Jeff....... It's like you have to get raped and have some leader's baby, or barely escape with your life to make it on television. Or get starved. None of that happened to me, but what did happen still defies all the confines of logic and reasoning. And it should be discussed.

The best way to manipulate someone is to control them mentally and leave no physical scars. This takes time, but once you are able to control someone's mind and convince them that your delusions are their dreams that they think they thought of, you are unstoppable as a leader. And if that person wakes up and starts acting against you out of rightful anger, you can calmly sit back and call the other person crazy. Of course you react as a maniac in private, but publicly you grab your followers, and you all call the defector "crazy" and that you wish they would get the help they need and "pray for them."

Okay, that is all for now.

Besitos :)



PorkStar said...

Howdy, bff.... i just saw your blog being posted and decided to stop by and soil it.


Senorita said...

Soil it and then come back and soil it some more !

mac said...

Well, you know my thoughts on religion: they're all cults! Some are just more unacceptable socially.

I'm glad you're back and writing :-)

Ileana said...

I find it fascinating that you're able to discuss what happened to you so openly and that you want to tell your story. It's worth telling and it does matter, even more than the more sensational cases. Btw that dog is adorable! Reminds me of my Riley. He can't have toys for long either.