
You’re not allowed to
Act normal,
but don’t be weird;
…. Okay?
How am I supposed to act?
You’re not allowed to Act normal, but don’t be weird; …. Okay?

You’re not allowed to
Act normal,
but don’t be weird;
…. Okay?
“If we are speaking harsh things, it shows that our hearts are not right with God.
Doug Kindred
If we are harsh and critical
of others, our hearts are not right.”
How do we re-learn those things which our grandparents had never been taught?
…
“…there are fewer and fewer students of the game anymore.
The difference between the world today and the world we grow up in is not definable. We cannot put our finger on what is different or why; but we all know that collective consciousness has changed.
It is not a shift!
Do not call it a, “shift,” because the road and also the vehicle are all different animals, today, altogether!
Emotions are indicators for regulation, not controllers of action.
Sad
Fear
Guilt
Recognize the emotion.
Evaluate the body.
Reevaluate the thoughts.
Make Physical adjustment to process your emotions; to be at (inner) peace BREATHE deeply and controlled.
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3.
Start with the physical body before you may calm down.
Focus on breathing and muscular tension.
Emotions are indicators for regulation, not controllers of action.
When you are experiencing the painful emotions of grief, one way to cope is to find an anchor to ground yourself. This can be as simple as focusing on your breathing and slowing it down slightly. Or bringing your awareness to something external in your environment—this could be the tea cup in front of you or a tree in the garden—and then describing to yourself all the details of that scene: what you see, what you hear, the colors, the textures, etc.
“Can you watch my cart while I go to the bathroom?”
I’m standing on line at Walmart, and some woman comes up behind me aggressively and stops short with her shopping cart, astonished to see me standing on line, stands there for an impatient minute, then walks away from her cart to look at something on a shelf. I look in her cart, and all she had in it were about 46 boxes of Zantac!!’ She comes back and flips open her phone and says shit in some chaotic language (I have no idea what it is,) then walks away again. She comes back and paces, then acts like she’s going to squeeze by me, but stops and asks me, “Can you watch my cart while I go to the bathroom?”
I looked down at the cart, then back at her and said, “No, I cannot. I’m sorry.”
Mucho Zantac
The world is different. What is the point to life, now?
The point to life is to
Chip Van Hassel
Create the example others live by,
because it no longer exists.
Build anchor here:
“It is a prayer for people such as yourself. Who search for reasons to frown. It tells of how a wise man became sour and how a sad man became wise. You see, when I was younger, I remember how everybody always prayed. Instead of praying happily, they prayed to end their unhappiness.”
The nerves are out on the fringe.
When you’re living out there,
On them,
You seemingly transcend
To the Other Side.
And while out on the fringe,
Lost
Is the coronation
Deep within,
Which has collected
And self-learns to evolve
Every second of every day,
Therefore melting
Seamlessly into one moment,
Instead of days,
Or hours or weeks.
But the fly
Who’s lifespan is but three days
Would not see life in this way.
The fly has not enough time
To conceptualize
As we humans
Contrive.
Still, in three days time,
A fly lives a full, natural life.
You ever wonder
if a fly ever gets bored?
You ever hear someone say,
“If I was a fly,…” ?
In three days time,
They would not conceptualize,
“Time flies.”
For flies,
The prize lies
In the spark of the dog’s eye,
when he hears
His food hit the bowl,
And his tail wags
Because it’s dinner time.
“For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
ECCLESIASTES 1:18
the more knowledge, the more grief.”