Anyone else remember this tune? Or am I the only old fart on here?

When I was a kid, “What The World Needs Now Is Love” was one of my favorite tunes. I can remember just randomly singing it for no apparent reason whatsoever. I still randomly burst into song to this day. It’s a great way to relieve stress and lift your spirits. But, just so you’re aware, it only works with certain songs. You can’t just randomly burst into song singing “Master of Puppets” by Metallica (or any Metallica song for that matter) and expect it to lift your spirits. Well, maybe if you’re about to literally go postal, then yeah, it might work for you… But anyway, I’ve been singing this song quite a bit lately, along with all those Donovan tunes. It’s uplifting and very true. Not just then, but now as well.

But, sometimes, what the world really needs is a good swift kick in the ass on a regular basis…

Like now… Riots, people trying to justify a man getting killed because he had a past… past… criminal record. So… Because a man had a criminal record and was trying to turn his life around, he deserves to get killed by a fucking cop?! You know, the people who point this shit out are part of the problem why there’s so much hate, fear and racism in the world…

You know something…? Red Foreman is right. I know at least one person who is going to need a lot of toilet paper when I take my foot out of his ass…

As I mentioned yesterday, a cousin had sent me 5 mini novel texts (while I was sleeping) for me to see first thing in the morning. Just what I wanted… He literally works himself up into a frenzy over one given subject and it’s hard to get him to shut the fuck up! I just wasn’t in the mood… I saw the first sentence or 2 and just said, “Nope…” I didn’t respond and figured he’d get the hint.

This morning, I heard my phone go off and figured it was Morticia texting me to tell me to call her. Why she needs to talk to me on the way into work (on her breaks, 500 times a day…) I have no idea. And I was right, she had texted me. But I also saw I had 4 new mini novels from this cousin. All I saw was, “I’ve been studying the Civil War for over 25 years,” and I said, “Nope…” First of all, he’s maybe pushing 40 at this point. So to have studied it for over 25 years means you were too young at the time to grasp the whole concept. He’s such an ass… He tells me, “One of my best friends is black!” then, in the next breath, he’s freaking out because they want to take down a statue of… whoever the guy was that led the confederacy (I have no idea who it was, I never liked history). Then he goes off on another tangent because his great-great grandfather (a confederate) was killed, left in a ditch and never buried next to his wife. And he literally works himself into a frenzy over this shit! I try to tell him to chill, there’s nothing he can do about it, why get worked up? The reply I get is, “Well, I guess we’ll never see eye to eye on this…” What the actual fuck?!

You gotta love people who flip out over ancient history, things that can’t be changed and then turn around and make you seem like the bad guy because you don’t agree…

I often get these tirade texts about how he put down someone’s “liberal” friend (what would he think if he knew that’s kind of how I am) or blaming shit on the democrats… Dude, seriously… Get a fucking grip and a fucking clue. You’d think that after all these times he’s texted my weird shit in the middle of the night and my responses were more along the lines of “you need to learn to let shit go” or I just don’t answer at all that I obviously have different views that fire him up even further and I don’t want to bother. I’m too fucking old, too fucking tired and have reached the point where I just don’t give a fuck about things out of my control. I wish he’d reach that maturity level already…

I always feel bad when I unload in these entries… I really do…

I’m no better than this cousin if I’m going off on a tirade about him to you guys. But, if I don’t get it out, I swear I’m gonna take a fucking hostage! I really need some zen right now, which is why all the small improvements I’m making right now.

I think part of my issue is also because I haven’t been able to sit in my art area, my little world, for quite some time. My knees are in such extreme pain that I can’t walk up the stairs very often, let alone stay upstairs where it is at the moment. That’s my zen area… I need it in the worst way. So this is why I’ve decided to do things with my backyard to make it more zen-like. There are only 3 steps that lead into the yard and, some days, I have a hard enough time with that because it hurst so bad.

Since the weather is getting warm, perhaps I’ll take a visit to a nearby lake. They rent out sailboats… I hope they also rent people to show you how to work them.

I’ve had a love of sailboats for such a long time… Even just watching them as they gracefully glide by or seeing a picture of them brings me a sense of peace and serenity. But going out on one? Now that would be something…

I don’t understand the fetish with sailboats… Was it the fault of Christopher Cross and his 80s tune “Sailing“? This song still brings me that feeling of serenity… Maybe I was a sailor in a past life? Who knows… All I know is I’ve had this fetish for a longer time than I care to think about. So maybe I’ll spend some money to hire someone to take me out on that lake and just enjoy the peace and the day. No offense, but I think I’ve earned it…