Amused

I live because I choose to. When I die it will be because my choice was overruled by my health. Nothing mysterious. As I become less mobile, it, albeit slowly, occurs to me that quality of life has very little to do with physical ability. Given that, if I go blind life will REALLY suck.

I try to be philosophical but the truth is much more meat and potatoes than anything I can pull out of a book of proverbs. Most philosophers read out of the Supreme Court of experience in reality. I hold the position that most therapists conjure solutions scraped from their own sordid childhoods. Self loathing defeated does not preclude spreading the disease. While I admire the effort, I am wary of the scars that may rupture into the core of the advice.

I've no interest in getting lawnmower operation advice from a guy with no fingers who "Learned his lesson. "

It's no joke that I fulfill the requirements for the definition of "Hard Nut". Believe you me, the nut is just as hard on the inside. Reasonable people endeavor to get in while I scrabble to get out. If what's wrong with me is in there I don't want anything to do with it. Of course that's insane. I guess this is one problem I can't run away from.

Amy says: Your body does what your mind tells it to do. My body has a stupid boss.

If there is a statement that encapsulates the essence of my plight, I have no idea what it is. Additionally, I don't care. Talk is cheap. I need something concrete..... To get through my skull. Let it in and let it out. (Come Together)