anyway whatever tire it is, i am having one. Belgium or pale...i don't remember. eddie gave me a sip of one the other night. not bad for a beer. so why is a non-beer drinker cracking the top in the middle of the week without even a bowl of chili nearby? i am not going to get a buzz off one but i was hoping for a dulling of the senses. Isn't that one of the main reasons to drink besides taste? Ya know, the smell of it reminds me of summers at Art's Country Park with Gram & Gramps. Grams stretched out in lawn chair with a Harlequin romance & Gramps at the picnic table with the radio blaring a Cubs game. i am not drinking a beer to drown myself in memories of a great lady or a lost childhood, just funny how smells can pick you up toss you unwillingly back a few decades. No i just thought it might work like caffeine. Caffeine gives you the physical energy to move & i was sorta hoping one beer could just smooth over an ouch moment so i could get past it. Forgiveness and forgetfulness should be a skills we all learn. i believe i am fairly good at it. For those of you in my life that aren't, i would like to give you a tip or two. First off, warn a girl. If you are going to dredge up scum of the bottom of the pastpond, perhaps a wee bit of warning should be in order before you sling. And remember if it came out of the pastpond it is only an illusion of something. it isn't real anymore. You can't fix, change or redo anything that goes in there. Then there is just that, you can't redo anything so learn to deal with it. The more you dredge up this stuff the more it slides down and settles around your feet. You can't move until you shake it off. Forgetting is the coolest part of forgiveness. I understand why someone would remember but still forgive, but let me say this. Forgetting something is really freeing to the soul.
I think someone doesn't really believe in me when they bring back old issues. If i was truly sorry or if for instance it was out of my control, and you keep bringing it back up: Do you really believe me or believe in me; have faith in me. The Bible talks about love. i am who i am & that is a follower, so the Bible is what i am going to use as my bottom line definition. Going by that then, love doesn't get a record of wrongs. Love of a friend, a family member or a lover/spouse/partner should be no different really in this case. it is still love. i will of course love my son different than my aunt or my husband but it is still love and it should BE certain things.
4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
This is how i try to love, but i am not perfect, nor do expect others to be. It is human nature to swim in the pastpond for lots of reasons, most of them good. Driving down to dredge the shitty crap that settles to the bottoms is just wrong.
Well i can tell you now that i am nearly finished with this note and my beer that for me, drinking it was the wrong move. It only reminds me of Gramps and that makes me think of Her. I can't handle that on good days. I am not her, i only deeply wish i could be. If i were more like Gram, i wouldn't have been fussed at in the first place.
so i guess the tire went flat.
1 comment:
so i guess i am driving you to drink now! it just shocked the hell outta me that you wanted a *full* beer (rather than a usual sip) AND it was in the morning (well morning for YOU). shocked!
i try only to bring up repeated unlearned grievances and seldom do i dive that deep into the pastpondscum.
sorry if i am the one this is directed at and moreso since i cannot recall the conversation that would've sprouted this blog.
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