The Culture that has been here all the time

I try hard to be optimistic, but the shadows of doom haunt me more each day. So many things are wrong and seem to have no sanguine path to improvement. 

I hold my own and do not cry. I accept responsibility and work to improve, but to no avail.

If you were Losing your mind, would you be aware of it?

AI Overview

While it's difficult to say definitively, most people experiencing a significant decline in mental health, including "losing their mind," would likely be aware of noticeable changes in their thoughts, behavior, and perceptions, even if they might not fully understand the severity of the situation; however, in some cases with severe psychosis, individuals might not recognize their own symptoms due to the nature of the illness. 

Sometimes, I think I lost my mind already.

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Well, readers, friends, and not friends,

I want you to know I have a sense of humor; some of you may not get it. Sometimes, my sense of humor is dark. My brothers and I can joke in a hospital with someone we know on their deathbed and make them laugh. Funerals were wonderfully humorous to us. If that offends you, I apologize. It is how we, and especially I, cope. 

Example: I am lying in an operating room. I open my eyes and see a beautiful anesthesiologist, and the first thing I say is, "Wow, none of the aliens looked as beautiful as you when they abducted me." The medical staff in that hospital voted me as patient of the year. LOL

My brother was a supervisor for a transit company, and someone committed suicide by stepping in front of a train. His comment? "We won't see him walking around in the zombie apocalypse or The Walking Dead (TV show)."

When our mom was on her deathbed, she joked too.

So when you read my blog, and I am having a bad day, I may write something strange to your sense of humor. Forgive me.

You can't have sex once you are gone. You might as well get all you can now.

My song expressing how I feel for the holidays is:

I think I will place a personal ad in the newspaper that will read:

Wanted a Widowed homemaker.

To replace my seriouly ill wife

when the time comes. 60 to 70 

years old range. References helpful.

Contact me here XXXXX

Dear person,

When I was a child, I used to look at the night sky and wonder who was up there. When Sutnick was launched, I spotted it sometimes and was inspired to experiment with homemade rocks. If you ask the police from my hometown, they knew me well. I saw a huge streak one night (later, I learned it was a bolide), and a tiny spark circled a plane almost simultaneously. It was scary.

I had a crystal radio, put it under my pillow, and listened to it without grandma knowing. One night, on a talk show, two men talked about people who vanished without a trace, like my dad. Wow, maybe they went to outer space, I thought.

I was very quick to think this was not good. I watched TV shows about weird things, and my uncle took me to several scary movies.

My other uncles would scratch at the windows when I was reading a comic book about ghosts.

My grandmother told stories of "creatures" in the woods at night.

I wonder what all this has done to my mind as I reflect on it.

Nothing. When I was fourteen, I discovered girls were more exciting, and when I reached my seventies, I found women are more frightening. After all, I can't understand them. LOL

Hello, blog readers. I hope your day is going well.

The last few days were unremarkable, except I awoke Saturday and was convinced it was Sunday until I discovered no pro football games on the TV schedule. LOL

I jettisoned a scammer vying for me like a shark in the water. An online friend who was always going to change and come and make things better for me proved that  “A leopard doesn't change its spots.” She briefly had me re-activate "Telegram," and like flies drawn to crap, I was inundated with scammers: bloop switched off.

"Hope against hope idiom" is what my foolish hope is all about. Every time I reacquaint myself with someone who let me down, believing it will be different this time, the result is the same, and so is my feeling: disappointment. Yes, I seem "To boldly go where foolish men have gone before" countless times. It would be nothing more than amusing if it were not that it is a sad exercise in futility.

This is probably obvious to most of you but perhaps not so with all of you.
 
         AI Overview

Whether "one lover is enough" depends entirely on the individual and their personal needs and desires; while some people find complete fulfillment in a monogamous relationship with one partner, others may require more complex relationships with multiple partners (polyamory) to feel satisfied.  

Key points to consider:
Individual needs:
Everyone has different emotional, physical, and intimacy needs, which can vary greatly from person to person.  

Communication is key:
Open and honest communication with your partner is crucial to understand if your needs are being met within a monogamous relationship.  

Polyamory as an option:
If you feel that one partner cannot fulfill all your needs, exploring polyamory could be a possibility, but only if all parties involved are fully informed and consenting. 

 

I remained monogamous for forty years in my younger days; I sought variety. My one clue could be that I crave new foods, new places I have never seen, and new adventures in art, music, and science.