Twaddle, Blech & Phffftt!
The way Me mind be workin today the peas bouncing around inna me brain might just be agitated enough to produce a rather long diatribe, so iffin ya be unable to concentrate fer mor'n a minute or iffin ya cain't see yerself settin still fer a short while than ya might just want to take off before me truly gets started here. It's all good; yer visit has been recorded by the Lurkometer and me got yer hit on the counter so you be released from any further responsibilities.
Me gets a gazillion books from people who be returning to they homeland and don' wanna lug them across the ocean. Most o' the time the unread ones be packed in boxes and neatly stacked next to me already overflowing bookcase.
Last weekend Me were in desperate need for something, anything to read so me opens up the topmost box, reach in and pull out a couple of paperbacks. One of the books were a self help type of thang that were entitled 'Don't Sweat The Small Stuff With Your Family.'
Me has never read a more ridiculous piece of garbage in me life!
The fool that wrote this tripe had absolutely no fuckin clue as to what makes humans tick. Neither does the Monster, but me won't be givin out any advice on how ya oughtta be livin yer life. By the way, Mr. Hallmark Moment, author of over 30 motivational books stressing love, gratitude and kindness above all other values, collapsed and dropped dead from a heart attack on a flight from San Francisco to New York last year. Me be wondering what kind of stress gives a peaceful, loving man who be happy and preaching love a massive pulmonary coronary.
On the surface, many of the things he wrote look quite fine and he words are soothing, but in reality the only truth he put down on paper were that you were the only thing you could control in yer life. That only be true iffin ya be lucky.
Here be something from smiling Richard Carlson's website:
Having the Option to Act On Our Thoughts
Most of us assume that if something comes to mind, it does so for a reason; it must be representative of reality, worthy of our attention, and dealt with. If we understand the principle of thought, however, we know that this is a mental error. If something comes to mind, recognize it for what it is -- a passing thought. This doesn't mean that we can't or shouldn't consider or act on the thought, but it does provide the option. Thousands of thoughts pass through our minds each day; as the principle of thought goes, none is more important than the next, each of them is just a thought. Once we understand the principle, what we think about will no longer have the power to completely determine the quality of our lives. Instead, we can choose to stay in the nicer feeling state that comes from a softer focus of thought.
Me be one Scary Monster that believes that the thoughts we have are all worthy of attention. Good or bad, tough or tender, sinister or silly. All of them are worthy of consideration. None of the ideas and rationals that be passing continuously through our minds are equal. How could they be?
Lovin one another is a fabulous ideal. It's possible that it be the highest level of consciousness we could attain, yet there be a distinct amount of reality that tells us that not every living creature is going to be able to live in a copacetic alliance.Rest in peace Richard Carlson. You did what you thought were right and me respects that, even inn me don't agree with ya. Mebbe someday me gonna change me mind.
Be it love or or bullshit that make the world go round?
Me no knowing the difference.
8 comments:
A little bit of Column A & a little bit of Column B. I tend to be pretty Pollyanna & happy but when the shit goes down, tolerance for ideal goes POOF!. Get done what ya gotta get done. Look on the bright side but also remember that the world is real & if you decide to ignore that, you will be in for a whole lotta hurtin'.
Love, I hope.
But also interaction and thought generally.
Sharing thoughts allows us to find the truth.
true, dat.
about 10 years ago, I dated this gal, whom I was infatuated with.
knocked myself out for her.
took up with her kids, who absolutely LOVED me.
boffed her brains out, but good.
next thing ya know, she reads THAT book (along with "Chicken Soup For The C********r".
never heard from her again.
I did hear, though, from an outside source, that she got the A.I.D.S.
oh, my.
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Me is the one who killed Richard Carlson, and me can assure you he had plenty of things to say while me was stabbing him in the eyes. YEOW!
This sounds like one of those 'motivational' crap-sessions I chuckled through, many years ago. It went like this:
If you can go one second without making a mistake, you can go a whole minute. If you can go one minute without a mistake...etc
What a load of bovine rear extrusion. Mistakes don't work like that, yet this buffoon expected to make everyone error-free. Worse, management actually expected it to work. One of many reasons I'm now self-employed.
From the snippet you've posted, it sounds like he gives all thoughts equal value. So every thought must be assessed on an equal footing. The logical, if somewhat deranged, conclusion of all that political correctness. We don't want to be labelled 'thought-ist'.
I've thought of the possibility of making enormous amounts of money from working out how 'replay' hauntings work. I've also thought about whether I should have another steak sandwich or not.
To me, they don't sound like thoughts of equal importance. But then I was never one to bother with all that PC rubbish.
Yes, I'm a rabid thoughtist.
A good friend of mine sent me a book written by a "dog expert." The line I still quote from the book to my dog as I wrestle her to the floor is: "Never let your dog bite you even in play." What a load of crap AND he called himself a dog expert. Dogs are smart. They have all sorts of bites. Bites to kill and bites for play. My 80 pound dog is a happy but rough customer. She likes to wrestle, bite, run through the house and may the best animal win. Okay, so sometimes I lose. These so-called self-help experts don't know doddily.
So you're not the self motivator book type, type of monster.
I had all these typed of books given to me when I started this journey through cancer. I am not the motivational book type, for sure. It was funny though that one of the books said that the most successful people in the world read motivational books. This led me to contemplate the definition of success. The author also referred to people who didn't think positively all the time as losers.
Oh, and the book was called "Pivot". I can't remember the author.
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