Everyone is fighting a dragon.  Some are cute and named Puff; others breathe fire and eat virgins.

And just because the dragon may not be seen by others … does not mean the dragon is not there.

My dragon?  Actually, surprisingly, it’s not debt.  It’s disinterest — I have yet to feel involved in this process.  

Not the process of “debt satisfaction” but the overall process of life, in its current form.  Not uninterested, because I’m very interested in life … I like breathing, and having all my blood on the inside, as well as the ability to self-stabilize, which is great …

Now that being said TRIGGUH — UNINFORMED OPINION ALERT suicide is stupid and self-indulgent and manipulative and yesdareIsayit PETTY because rather than suck it up and wait for the inevitable {Psalm 90:10} suicides think rushing the process is some sort of solution but all the folks who jumped off on The Bridge and survived to a person said they regretted the moment they let go.

I’ll bet every single suicide – could they – would take it back. BUT THEY’RE DEAD AND THAT’S PERMANENT – Christ Risen, excluded, of course PRAISE JESUS THANK YOU – so we can’t ask them but I bet they would, oh yes I do.

This attitude/opinion/outlook is inapplicable to those who have committed self-murder in an official and final act of protest … methinks that’s different, methinks that’s purposeful, methinks that’s a crucial message … as opposed to some 15-year-old offing herself because her parents took away BaceFook … really? 

With the immediately preceding inflammatory paragraph(s) in mind, I feel very comfortable admitting that I am wholly lacking in emotional intuition.  Full stop, no debate.

True sad thing? TheKid has to tell me – in plain language – to spend time focused on / dedicated to theKid, and not the other eleventy-hunnert tasks I’ve arranged for me/myself/I/and others …

That said; I have sympathy and empathy up the wah-zoo … the active suffering of any living thing (apart from self-inflicted human injury … now that’s funny!) causes me great sorrow.  If I saw a naked baby alone in the street I would stop, and offer aid and comfort.

Horrible person, not a monster.  Not entirely.  Proof?  Personal belief that kindness is often more impactful than criticism, despite overall disinterest in the process of life, in its current form. 

Cheesily, I/we/me/us actually believe in the potential for humans to improve upon life in its current form, to do better, to be better.  Be best. 

To wit / ergo, this blog.  Perhaps we are the single voice in the wilderness … maybe we are all alone in the here out there … if so, no one to complain about our singing so tra-La-LAH!

Point?  Not sure there is one.  Just … observation. 

Some folks keep their dragons in cages; others are about to be carried off and devoured in a dank cave. 

I think I’ll try riding mine. 

Hey …

Other Person …

You, there … lurking

I see you

Actually I don’t but your computer might so

PUT SOME ELECTRICAL TAPE OVER THE CAMERA

…

How’s your dragon?