I didn't take the day off like Ferris WheelBueller this year, I went to work at the Op Shop, cursing my lotto numbers from the night before, then I came home and finished Priscilla's book off that I started last year, after I saw her speak inBrisbane last November -
I had not seen the British film'I Swear'before the BAFTAs awarded Robert Aramayo the 'Best Actor' gong on the night, and I have no plans to see it in the future either, since Robert is not up for the 'Best Actor' Oscar this year.
And I agree with those guys in that You Tube above, just because you have Tourette’s, doesn't give you the right to say whatever the f#ckyou want/or don't want to say, without apologizing for offending someone.
And I can't stand the films that I have seen about Tourette’s in the past, and sure as f#ck don't want to sit through another one if I don't have to.
I don't really care about living on any more since my mother's passing in January this year, as the only reason I didn't kill myself after a failed suicide attempt when I was about 20 was that a feminine internal voice told me that I could always die another dayif I found life getting way harder than it was for me at that point, and implied that there were other lives depending on me living.
In hindsight that was trueI guess, but my main concern at that point (after seeing that this was not going to work out, no matter what outcome that I personally wanted) was for my mother and my father, who I thought had pretty tough lives up to that point.
Now I know that their lives would only get worse from that point on, but my suicide would have most probably made it a lot worse.
I was looking into my bookcaseand saw my copy of'The Tao of Craft' (which I have read)and wondered if I should donate it to a street library? I keyed up the latest Benebel Wen You Tubesto see what she has posted lately (because I haven't seen any inspiring work from her for months) and I saw her latest one from 10 days ago and thought, hey, those six signs are "clicking for me" at the moment, although it could be because my eyesight is going, the mole on my nose is cancerous, hence the itchy nose, my hearing is going, the "condor"calls are distorted local bird calls because of my aging hearing, and I have stomach cancer, like my mother had at first, but her lung cancer did her in?
Maybe I should hang around to see, as I can always"die another day", right?
I'm sure there are a few "syncheads" that would be glad to see me go, no doubt, which is more of a reason to"die another day"
