frankly

I love myself. This is real. Therefore, I get very upset when people get very nasty in my world. I like a nice world. But you know, it's very very upsetting to many people to recognize, jeez...she's nuts. Oh my God! Is it possible? Of course. Yes, dear. But frankly, ...

I am sick of this shit. Putin is an asshole. So is the Iranian prez. And Bush is naturally a great big asshole. It's very scary. (Also, I'm mouse as one with many, by the way. We all agree. So don't give me shit.) Also, it's frightening to me that many people, among them, me, do not really understand how very close we are to war. I write this stuff, and look at it. I am amazed. I ask myself, is this true? And I sense, and I feel, and I read, psychically, yes. But, in my feelings, in my head, do I continue to work on the problem? Yes and no. I tend to get riled up about little things, work on that issue in my life, and then, go back to the big stuff, get side-tracked, get very injured by little things that others do, go back to bed. I'm very lucky, I don't work - that is, my work involves the big issues like archetypal stuff, things that affect all of us. And here I am, bitching. What does it mean? Why I can't I just, well, think about stuff like, what shall I have for lunch? Like most people. Truth is, I'm not interested.

I'm really interested in people who don't care. That's why. I want them to care. And my theory is, they hurt too much. And this is the link - we need to end it all, because people hurt too much. Insane, numb, dumb, stupid even, evil, suffering, mad at each other, bitching - and fed up with people who talk nonsense, we are just on the brink of war, and - what do we do?

I think it's time someone wrote to the paper.