There is something in my brain that keeps telling me that I'm still a wee lost, scared boy. I cannot rid myself of it. I see the world & everyone in it from the view point of a fearful young man. I cannot believe that I am worthy of anything. I am still the terrified … Continue reading Reality
Hello, my name is David. I'm an introvert. I'm a Scot, I'm a husband, son, brother, step-dad, uncle, cousin. I'm a man. I'm 51 (and a half!). I'm a Christian - at least I try to be. I fail quite a bit of the time, but I'm still trying. I'm also a cynic. How can … Continue reading Who Is Important?
Last night, I went to the Comedy Cellar.
If you don’t know, it’s pretty much a New York institution where all the comedy greats have performed. And most nights, an unexpected celebrity comedian will swing by to “work out” a bit. Case in point, the last time my friend went, both Chris Rock and Dave Chapelle performed.
ANYWHO. Last night, I went with my friend and a group of her co-workers.
And, honestly, it was everything you’d expect from a comedy club: over priced drinks, LOTS of couples on dates, and humor that honestly…was predictable, and insipidly uncreative.
I mean, I knew the script coming in: Donald Trump was the butt of every joke. There were SO MANY bits about how dumb men are, and how angry and shrill females are. There were countless sex jokes. And enough drug references to make your ears bleed.
Now. Truth time: I had…
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As an introvert I ofttimes find that I am forced into situations that no-one else thinks about, or takes for granted. I do not dislike people, but I don't often wish to interact with others. It gives me a feeling of dread and a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach. Buses and lifts … Continue reading In The Public Eye
I don't even know which one is me, anymore. Introvert, lover, man, husband, coward. I have spent so long being afraid, I don't know how not to anymore. Afraid of life, of dying. Afraid of success and failure. Of work and no work. Afraid of winning and losing. I am afraid of gaining what I … Continue reading How many facets do we have?
I don't want to do this anymore...
I like my music loud and heavy, with a large dollop of blues thrown in for good measure. However. Sometimes... 😲
More and more I am finding that there is less and less to laugh about. There is nothing that is funny anymore. So much crap and guff, and garbage all over the place. Nothing is funny. Life grinds to a halt. The thorn in the flesh digs a little deeper, and there doesn't seem to … Continue reading Laughing . . . Failing
I go through life, disappointed. I feel a failure. I'm not the Christian I should be. I'm not the husband I should be. I go through phases of doing something or aiming for something, only for it to drop behind. Art, IT, walking the dogs... I can't stick with anything. I feel like I'm failing … Continue reading Life…
So, what does it mean? Well, we hear so much these days about how proud people are to be gay. They have embraced it with all their being. They want to shout it from the rooftops; and society wants us to agree with them and celebrate with them. Well, I'm straight! I'm not gay!! I … Continue reading Straight Pride