making sense of a dysfunctional culture
I had a terrible day. A lot of things went wrong and I found myself wanting to get as far away from human beings as possible. I was frustrated and angry with everybody, it seemed.
But then I got home and found my porch light on and the lights on inside my office. For a moment, I believed someone was there waiting for me.
And for that brief moment, I was fully aware of how much I need people — and to have someone who really is at home for me.
As I make plans for the video content I’m going to make for my YouTube channel, it would be helpful if I knew more about what others are planning related to this. Is this something you’ve been thinking about and planning for? Or are you frustrated because you don’t know what to do?
If you believe — as I do — that our culture is heading toward political, social and economic collapse, I’d like to know how that affects you. Are you making active plans to protect yourself and your family? Do you plan to stay in this country or move abroad? Or do you know something’s wrong but aren’t sure how to plan for it?
Whatever your interest in the subject, it would be helpful to hear from you if it’s a serious concern in any way. This video takes about three minutes to explain how you can help me.
For more than seven years now, I’ve been living in a cage — but the cage always had an open door. I could fly away anytime I wanted.
But I didn’t want to leave the cage. I was waiting for a woman I loved. I was waiting for someone else to change. I lied to myself. I angrily told myself — at times — that I wasn’t waiting for her. But something in me believed — against all evidence — that she was going to be the love I needed. Any day now. And so I waited and waited, wasting years of my life.
I can admit that to myself now. What’s been harder to admit is that I’ve been making excuses for behavior that hurt me. I would have told anybody else that her behavior showed she didn’t care and wouldn’t care, not in the ways that her words had said she did.
But I needed to believe in her. I needed to believe in her love. So I made excuses for her.
They’re just images of past love, but I can’t make them go away
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
Our choices determine whether we die alone or surrounded by love
Get over it: There’s no media conspiracy against your beliefs
We can’t control timing of death, just what we do as we’re waiting
Nobody has the right to a position in your life which you don’t want
Upcoming Romney-Obama contest says this is what Americans want
Her cat’s presence brings comfort to grandmother dying in hospital