Life is strange like I said. I have been up a while. Laundry is done, folded, and put away. Last batch in the dryer. Dishes are clean. I went grocery shopping, and dinner is cooking in the crock pot. That has been done a while ago. I don't have shit to do the rest of the day. I work in 14 hours.
Anyway it comes down to a dang bunny again. Not like the cute Milo, but his shitty son. Not a great personality, and never was much of a family pet really, but he is 10. His neck is bent, and Lisa told me that is a thing, so his last day is today. 10 years with this shit head. I fed him once in a while, but no personality, so he never wanted to be petted or anything. That little fucker dying today makes me sad.
I thought about life a lot. Our hearts are weird huh?? I feel bad for this shitty rabbit, but I still haven't talked to my Dad, and my Uncle will be dying some time from Lou Gehrig's disease. I don't have many thoughts about that, but as I write it now I think about it.
I think that is pretty fucked up in a way. A suffering rabbit. Why do I give a shit more about that in my heart than other shit?? Are all people like this?? With people many times we don't give a fuck??
So much of our life is centered around money. Also I was thinking last night of the biggest financial hustle in the World. Anti-Depressants. I am sure that is a billion dollar industry. If you aren't depressed and lonely some of the time you are probably fooling yourself. Hiding from your sadness, and your lonely existence.
You can live a life just on the surface, but it is empty. How many people hide behind fake smiles, and fake be nices, and stuff like that?? I mean if we could wear our hearts on our sleeve and be totally honest how would we look??
Life is a crazy crazy thing.
You know what?? For whatever reason it helps me to write this shit. To let you know about me. Seems strange way back when I didn't want people to read this shit or see this shit. I have come a long way though huh??
I could give you the reasons as to why I can do this the way I do it, but I already have. I am a crazy story. My life is a crazy story, and I am pretty blind if it seems bizarre most times, because I see things different. I am not blinded by the crazy hangups the World places around our necks. Overcame that shit a while ago I guess.
Anyway, that is my update, and I am sticking with it. :) xoxo