Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Sunday, 18 April 2021

Another Mental Digestion Blockage

 Awhile back TB was talking about temporal mulligans. If you could fix one SMALL mistake or event in your history, that would make a big difference to you today and nobody else... what would it be? Yannow - I got that one lodged in my mental rectum and it just stuck there like...like... GAH. My mind is forever in the toilet, HAR HAR HAR!!! Regardless, I have been trying to grunt this one out for several days now.

I couldn't think of a single thing. Seriously. All my mistakes were huge, and I either fixed them or I did my best to, but for one reason or other, I couldn't - and they just became facts of life that I had to deal with and live with. For the little stuff - I learned the hard way not to sweat it. There are any number of people willing to do that for me, for free!

I made most of my mistakes among people making many of their own. Mine were either caused by, or a part of, or otherwise influenced by others who were making their own in exactly the same way under the same circumstances. Sometimes our stupidity combined exponentially to create stupidity singularities. Other times my idiocy cancelled theirs and vice versa. Most of my life has been spent in a quantum foam of idiocy - with stupidity popping in and out of my existence everywhere. Schrodinger's Cat existed in a quantum dual state of life and death. Filthie's Cat exists in a chaotic system of idiocy and lunacy, HAR HAR HAR!!! To personalize it and be specific, for example: my theory is that if I hadn't gotten pounded by Pete for crapping in his lunchbox... I would have gotten pommeled for crapping in his desk drawer. If I didn't do it to Pete, I would have done it to Quartermain. Regardless - a beating is in the works either way. If I hadn't arrived here by a certain chain of stupid events, then it would have been by another. Or maybe I would end up somewhere else as the result of a certain stupidity/time line... but it would be no different there than it is here? 

Yannow maybe the biggest thing in life is hitting that tiny demographic of humans that can actually learn from their mistakes? Or maybe the biggest thing is to be that pebble, tumbling along the raging torrents of the river, to settle in some peaceful bend or eddy of relative stillness and order?

I'm sure most of the folk stopping by here are smart enough to do all that and then some. For me, intelligence, time, higher dimensions dark matter remain beyond my perception. I hope you have a wonderful spring day, and that Darwin gives all us slow kids a break.

As for me - I have mistakes to make. Wish me luck, and have a great Sunday.

Cheers.

😊

6 comments:

  1. Good post...a tard from a different mother. Your Ruger probably isn't junky at all. Compared to the great masses of asses out there, I'll bet we're OK(though I have my doubts). Kinda sucks living in neighboring(once great) countries racing to the bottom,eh? Thanks for your fearless fight against the Great Night, it helps us dirt people.

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  2. All of my mistakes got me to where I am now, and I like it here. I wouldn't undo any of them.

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  3. Most of my mistakes did get me to where I am now. But there are other things - as Glen mentioned, things that looking back I could have done differently, such as a kind word or not being such a horse's behind when I was, that may not have changed the outcome but would have changed how I felt about myself and the outcome.

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    1. We could all be better people, TB. All we can do is try to summon the gumption to forgive ourselves.

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  4. For the most part, I don't dwell on this kind of thing, Glen. You always hear people say "If I had it to do over again, I'd..." You'd what? You'd be the same person in the same situation with the same body and the same brain cells. Be honest with yourself; you'd do the exact same thing again!

    I only have one true regret; one Mulligan, that I would change. It may have changed everything for me. It may have hanged nothing. I was fourteen. There was a girl named Dawn, who lived across the street. There was "something" there; a resonance. We could be sitting there, saying nothing, and that was OK. Being in each others' presence was good enough. The big regret; I LOVED her, but never TOLD her. She died in a house fire on New Year's Day, 1976. Forty-five years later, I still regret not telling her how I felt. I know, this is buzzkill territory, but that's the only thing I would change about my past...

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    1. Yep - that would be a worthy mulligan, Pete.

      And maybe not - she well may have known it without you saying so Pete. Women and especially girls are sharp and wise to that sort of thing. Perhaps she meant to tell you the same and never got around to it too?

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