Took a few weeks off to reset...Found myself getting angry over things I had no control of worldwide.

Ridiculous things like policies, laws or agendas...Like my opinion mattered or even made a difference.

Don't mean it in a self depreciating manner...Just really what does getting mad about delivery of weapon systems to Ukraine even matter or demanding the school districts ban men from women's sports etc?

I mean if the parents and girls won't stop participating with organizations that allow that...Then honestly?  Fuck em.

You have what you allow. 

Shit I have ZERO control over.

I'm literally outside an ecological area in the jungle outskirts of a tropical Peninusla...Not like this scene will happen:

"Hey President Trump some guy in Yucatan doesn't think you should give some gay ukranian cokehead any more American weapon systems."

Trump:  "He doesn't??? Well let's just stop it all right now! Bring back those supply planes!  Oh and deport the pilots afterwards."

Or whatever the subject.

Instead of enjoying where I was, what I had, I was instead looking for things to fight about...NOT SAYING I WON'T GO BACK TO THAT SOONER OR LATER...But really?

It's just stupid.

Now this site uses what appears to be the Pre-2000 tech, the member count is abysmal, the few left members are either sad, anxious, manic or just treading water...But I LOVE it.

I can write my terrible blogs, make terrible predictions and do something I love that has been completely forgotten in the annals of time.

No not that kind of annals...I mean unless you're offering.

I mean, write my inner dialogue...Type that shit myself as I hear the clicking of the keystrokes.

Tell me you don't miss writing your thoughts, feeling, hopes or goals down before we got all too lazy to even bother?

Terrible grammar, terrible sentence structure and even more misspellings than fleas on an old hound dog...But it's MINE and MINE alone.

My thoughts, no algorythms, no A.I. suggestions, no rewriting of my 'Stream of Consciousness." 

Good, bad, sweet, cruel...Whatever...At least it's real.

But in the meantime, I'm going to write terrible blogs and scream into the void, rage against the dying of the light then afterwards make some AMAZING beef tacos, sit outside, sip on a margarita and enjoy the beautiful feeling you get at dusk after a light tropical rain with my fat dogs at my feet.

Honestly that sounds beautiful.

And I hope many of you do too no matter where you're at.

Every place has beauty in it.

Except a woman's bathroom at an Indian Resturant or an Aborigine Model Agency.

Namaste.