The World Isn’t A Ghetto

Posted on the 29 April 2016 by Laurken @stoicjello

But it can at times, seem like massive section 8 housing.

My mother moved into a lovely assistedv apartment two weeks ago.    It was a hellish experience.   The move confused my 85-year-old mother even more confused.    She was both prepared  and completely unprepared  at the same time.     It was sad to move her.  Her home was five houses down from mine .   Her old home  is now owned by a family with an 18 year old son who drives one of those huge wheeled trucks  with glass packs, headers and a carbon footprint of 19.5.  The gated enclave in which I lived is chocked full of oldsters.    I was the youngest until the guy from Anerican Graffitti moved in.       And they thought I was a hippie.

I’ve started taking yoga.  Twice a week.   I like it ,  I don’t love it though my yogi however is an absolute doll.      But I’ve been very stressed lately with family issues, my neice’s lovely wedding, my mothers move, my fathers health and an impending move out of state for him     Yoga is helping my very injured body but not quite affecting my mind in the ways so many  talk about.       I have a rigidity that concerns me.

I hear about all this groovy  Zen stuff.       I’m trying meditation, but quieting my mind seems impossible.  Everything in it sounds like Alvin and the chipmunks and they’re very agitated and fighting with Cindy Lauper and Fran Drescher  for  some reason.     And whar’s worse, their handler Dave is no where to be found to assuage the loud nonsense.

Yakety  yak and screeching and banshee-like wailing.   No rest for the weary.

.I want to be more relaxed, mindful, selfless, kinder, move at a slower pace  and all that shit, but it’s gonna take some  doing.

I’m trying to convince Pfizer to make a Xanax the width of a Fridbee and as thick as a dictionary that sits in a stand.       I want it placed by the water cooler at work or your favorite chair at home or by your bed.    So, whenever the world tries your last nerve, just go have a couple licks or  chisel off enough to suck on like a Lifesaver or just deep throat the damn thing and swallow as much as you can.

Ah…..just thought of this kind of access calms me down somewhat.

Thet call me mellow yellow…..quite rightly.

Later anxiety.