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the words that create the images in the mind
create 3 dimensional holograms more beautiful than anything the brush or camera can begin to attempt
the best writers create the best images
another nazi buys into social media seeking to influence free speech
previously I deleted tumblr facebook and insta when that occurred
now I rejoin them with an ad blocker to deny them revenue
and a liberal social agenda
to advertise my work at their cost
the creatures

Celebrating A New Gym

Sullen, dogged and willing to take offence…
I encountered another narcissist at the gym, my god these creatures breed at gyms. Like flies. This one was another yoga teacher, which makes 3 in the last month.
Two I have known for a lifetime and rejected out of hand. This one was a surprise lunatic, blindsiding attack for asking a question, I received a shitty 4 year old type of answer and she turned her back and walked away.
Thus she created a no win situation.
So I left.
I complained that their staff was anxious and hostile.
Counter complaints were made but my crime, it seems, was walking away. They offered to hire me to do conflict resolution, for free, wouldn’t accept my price, so I figure it was love bombing. These folks have been tolerating narcissist yoga teachers for 20 years so I don’t think the meeting I was summoned to will make a difference.
Reviewed instructions. Establish boundaries, walk away. Choose peace.
Found a gym that is pretty nice, small, quiet accessible.
Found a song that fits too.
You put your hand on your head (hand on your head)
Put your foot in the air (foot in the air)
Then you hop around the room (hop around the room)
In your underwear (in your underwear)
There ain’t never been nothin’ quite like this
Come on, baby, it’s the Wilbury Twist
Lift your other foot up (other foot up)
And fall on your ass (fall on your ass)
Get back up (get back up)
Put your teeth in a glass (teeth in a glass)
Ain’t never been nothin’ quite like this
It’s a magical thing called the Wilbury Twist
Everybody’s trying to do the Wilbury Twist
China, Belgium, France, Japan
Thailand, Poland, Pakistan
Everybody’s trying to do the Wilbury Twist
Roll up your rug (roll up your rug)
Dust your broom (dust your broom)
Ball the jack (ball the jack)
Howl at the moon (at the moon)
Ain’t never been nothin’ quite like this
Everybody’s talkin’ ’bout the Wilbury Twist
Everybody’s trying to do the Wilbury Twist
Puerto Rico, U.S.A
England, Cameroon, Norway
Everybody’s trying to do the Wilbury Twist
Turn your lights down low (your lights down low)
Put your blindfold on (your blindfold on)
You’ll never know (you’ll never know)
When your friends have gone (when your friends have gone)
It could be years before you’re missed
Everybody’s trying to do the Wilbury Twist
It’s a different dance (it’s a different dance)
For you all to do (for you all to do)
Spin your body (very versatile)
Like a screw (spin your body like a screw)
Better not forget on your shopping list
(You can stop and buy one, it’s the Wilbury Twist)
Ain’t never been nothin’ quite like this
(Better come and get it, it’s the Wilbury Twist)
I guess by now you’ve got the gist
(Everybody’s crazy about the Wilbury Twist)
Songwriters: Bob Dylan / George Harrison / Tom Petty / Jeff Lynne


to be valid
or invalid
depends on 
which validates me
a credential
of worth
a condition of self esteem
“the greatest illness known to mankind” –Albert Ellis
is a tree valid?
only if its good for something
that answer = all depression and anxiety

Self-esteem is the greatest sickness known to man or woman because it’s conditional. Dr Albert Ellis


rapport with
sympathy with
understanding of
sensitivity toward
sensibility to
identification with
awareness of
fellowship with
fellow feeling for
closeness to

If I ask for empathy from folks, or am perceived to by being injured, simply walking into the gym recovering from a stroke for example, 50% of the population respond with hostility. Covert or overt. Sociopaths, borderlines, narcissists simply don’t have empathy. Their m.o. is that if it is asked of them, to deepen understanding and relationship, they leave in an anxious and hostile manner. In order to look good, they blame me for asking, or existing, then they smear. They had to leave its all my fault.

My family. I asked for family connection, close ties, and since they are not capable of creating adult relationships I’m scapegoated and they leave, throwing rocks. Being the youngest, with no functional parents, and no siblings with empathy, I was orphaned, and raised myself. Cold, alone, dirty, and hungry always wondering what is normal. I was forced to share a bed with a sibling who beat me daily physically and emotionally.

Eventually the siblings were removed by social workers to foster homes and I began to bloom. An interest in art, music, literature especially gave me top marks and honour rolls at school while being beaten after school by the kids of drunken trades people, chased home daily. I often took refuge in the library, where I found the staff had empathy at a distance, at least they didn’t judge my choices. From Steinbeck to Dr. Suess to Everything a Boy Needs to Know About Sex. I was researching ‘normal’.

So it comes as no surprise to me that since I wear my empathy, my concern for others, like all my emotions, on my face that I am hated for my empathy for they have none and it makes them look bad.They hate to look bad.So they attack going out the door.

So when I walk into the gym, limping and gaining satisfaction from caring for others, I am a target for their hostility.

The gym teacher suddenly becomes hosile when I ask for information. Is this machine in use?  Lashes out, name calling, then complains about me tries to get me removed.

A patron who intrusively tries to help unasked and is rejected, no thank you, becomes anxious, doesn’t look good, lashes out. Well fuck you! Reported and asked to leave.

The management staff is pissed when it is pointed out that the parking for handicapped is full of ice, dangerous to walk on. Put offs abound. Finally the mayor is invoked at the city facility. Sent him a tweet. Meetings, inquisitions, are held, I invoke my qualifications in conflict resolution, my lack or attacks on others, my right to invoke my rights.

They offer to hire me, love bombing, but on a volunteer basis, I decline and suggest an invoiced professional rate, they decline, I go back to the gym, recovering from emotional attacks by their staff and the the ice they can’t seem to understand and clean from their handicapped parking. The building has existed since 1968 and they haven’t figured out it snows in the winter and the physically challenged, as well as everybody else, are mobility challenged and at risk on ice.

That would take empathy. Managers aren’t known for it, many are there just to look good.

Eventually I’ll be dumped and smeared, now that the love bombing has started on a management level. Overvalue, undervalue, dump, smear. In the meantime I’ll explore my options and get lots of exercise.

The REBT psychotherapy viewpoint is that they are that way so they should be that way. Accept accept accept. My mechanics viewpoint is to just turn up the music and ignore the defects that either can’t be fixed or too expensive to fix. 

I seek satisfaction watching crazy folks run around in their underwear staring at themselves in wall to wall mirrors. And good earbuds.

I watch Burn After Reading for the empathy of Joel and Ethan Coen. Thanks guys.



The Mess of Life

I get
Why should I invest in you — when you are my inferior? An in-valid.
They treated me with obvious goodwill and kindness.
How to tell?
Same way you tell anywhere.
Unconditional acceptance
Of my self reliant adulthood,
Willing to be available if asked
I must be liked and accepted or I am a shit
So I will do this for you at great cost to myself
So I may signal my virtue
I must be liked. So don’t get in my way and compete with me for likes.
For you must do the right thing, whatever I decide that is
or you are a shit
and I can’t stand this inconvenience.

Most people are crazy because they need to be liked – Albert Ellis

I highly prefer to be liked and accepted but I don’t HAVE to be. I never have been 100% and I never will be, stroke or no stroke.

I highly prefer others do the right thing, whatever I decide that is, but they don’t HAVE to. They never have and they never will, stroke or no stroke.

I highly prefer no inconveniences in my life but I don’t HAVE to have that. I never had that and I never will, stroke or no stroke.

The Mess of Life
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A Real Treasure

There is only one of me.
I am a unique individual, one of a kind.
Therefore I have value,Whether I am young
Or old
Fat or thin
Tall or short
I accept myself as a unique work of art
Vastly interesting
Endlessly changing
Person of limitless possibilities (I think of Steven Hawking, wheelchair bound, immobile, scientist, professor, husband and father if I happen to contemplate my `inability’ to create satisfaction in my life)
Because:I am always in this process of change
Therefore:I cannot be a finished perfect`Anything’ (Insert label here [if you must])
This imperfection (by definition) has no bearing whatsoever
On my `value’ or `worth’
I have value or worth because I am a unique one of a kind piece of very fine constantly evolving art that has perhaps not existed before and perhaps may not again
And in my mind, so are you.
So I take pleasure in you, simply because I want it,
A real Treasure.
Blackstock ‘07

Garden of Earthly Delights
Hieronymus Bosch, between 1490 and 1510

No Munee No Hunee

The surprising number of people that dumped me when I had a stroke. Who would have thought. Two years later it continues. Not their cup of tea. Only I was their cup of tea before the stroke, I was led to believe.
So what is this? Conditional acceptance? Nothing to offer? The feeling that I no longer have anything to offer?

The put offs when I asked for what I want in relationship with now ex-friends are myriad but they all have the same boring similarity; I am no longer a priority. A drain on resources.
Friends aren’t family and I don’t have family just friends.
The most recent was, this feels like emotional infidelity. After 30 years I am intruding in their relationship.
What changed is she deepened our relationship, by asking for what she wanted, to get together on her recent trip to town to visit family. One of many visits in 30 years, the first she has asked to see me. So when she returned to Little Bum Fuck Arkansas she decided that talking to me on Twitter was emotional infidelity. Because I talked to her at some frequency asking why she was ignoring me again.
Damned if you do and damned if you don’t. No win situation.
OK basically she was saying I’m a pain in the ass go away. So I said I would and she said but I was of use to her she liked my comments, but just had nothing to offer because that felt like emotional infidelity. Oh. Stay but don’t ask for anything like communication and companionship. Until she wanted it.


So, living alone with my cat, I woke up confused, my arm and leg sometimes working In that moment I lost my home, my cat and everything I owned, including friends/family that wouldn’t even visit in the coming months. 1/

But I had taught to me on facebook by a guy dying of liver cancer and not upset about it . If it is to be it is up to me.OK then. Paddy Johnson @artfcity suggested a gofundme Cliff Eyland @CliffEyland bought a print and he donated as well 2/

this got my possessions into storage and coffee money and kept my cell phone going. my facebook and twitter friends I had never met but like me donated. so I wrote 2 books on a tablet in the hosp coffee shop each morning before physio. my narcissist fiance never showed once 3/

so I learned about female narcissism and wrote about my experience of it. my single mother was one so I had raised myself in the library, lonely and anxious always and here life was repeating, I was in trouble and alone, but the same tools I could read 4/

write and learn. So I did. So I am. Since the stroke didn’t affect my cognitive functions I was able to search out psychological help, and the hospital gave me physical help. 5000.00 a day for a bed, nurses, 4 specialists, physio, for 6 months and 3 months outpatient at unknown 5/

cost. Recently a twitter writer bought my book and offered to review it in trade for reviewing hers. So I did. She described mine as self pity and couldn’t understand the personal history format I learned from reading the New Yorker mag. No empathy for any loss but hers 6/

If it is to be it is up to me, If I were to be heavily reliant on others, rather than appropriately so, teachers, mechanics, doctors etc I would not like myself or my life. This my responsibility, to create satisfaction, this is the purpose of life to find satisfaction 7/

For instance an attractive woman sidles up to me in the grocery, I am pushing a cart, my cane is obvious, a wedding ring on her hand. Oh you poor man! in a seductive tone, how can I help? 8/

Help? I don’t obviously require any, she must be in this to look good, uh ok what are your feelings on adultery, I ask? Offended that she should be seen as fucking less than the most physically able specimen, she leaves with an awful look on her face. This makes my day 🙂

A Very Poor Trade Off

Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy (REBT) is the life & work of its creator, Dr. Albert Ellis, Ph.D.  Central to REBT’s teachings is the ancient psychological insight of Epictetus, who said, “What disturbs men’s minds is not events but their judgments on events.”  That idea helped REBT become both an effective, evidence-based psychotherapy and a philosophy of living.” – Will Ross

OK then. I’m at the transmission shop, having just given the owner $6500.00 and my car is leaking oil, again. Still. All the O rings, whatever they are, have been replaced blah blah blah, mechanics bullshit, and it turns out they didn’t tighten the oil plug.

Then, looking at my cane and stroke affected arm, he wants to wonder how I handle all this ‘bad luck’. He complained previously of being stressed out, he is losing his remaining teeth, constantly eating sugar candies.

I said life is random, if I demand the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune shouldn’t happen, I’ll be asking that my next lover or art patron won’t arrive either.

High tolerance of frustration is the key to success in any endeavor, including, being alive. It doesn’t mean being comfortable it means tolerating discomfort.

Like if he went to the dentist he would learn to tolerate it, and find out it’s less discomfort than not going and having teeth rotting in your head.

Like going to the tranny shop and basically making a new car. Runs like a new car and it’s time consuming and expensive to attain. Short term pain for long term gain.

Then he reveals his source of anxiety: “I suppose God wouldn’t give you what you can’t handle.” I said if you believe that. I prefer to think that events are 50% a pain and 50% not, random, like throwing a coin.

I used to agree with him, avoid the dentist and other self helping discomforts. In return for lifelong discomfort. A very poor trade off.

So my limited budget is more limited than before. I can learn to tolerate this discomfort by making my own coffee to go, rather than Starbucks for example, focusing on how well I am budgeting and enjoying the coffee costing me 25 cents rather than $3.50.
I can go for drives with my camera because the car is cheap to operate and fun to drive.
I can enjoy my hobby of reading and building my library, The Library of The Duchy of Jerald.

See? Already I’m having fun and my teeth and car are healthy.