Spoiler: Sad

Published October 17, 2017 by Nan Mykel

ME: Now why did I write that? No one will want to read something sad.

YOU: Still self-defeating. What’s sad? I’m a tad curious.

ME: Something I read somewhere, but I can’t remember where, so it can’t be plagiarism, can it?

YOU: You’re asking ME?

ME: I got this metaphor in my head and can’t get rid of it unless I scoop it out on paper–er, the blog.

YOU: Well?

ME: It’s abut a tube of toothpaste.

YOU: Whooppee! I can’t wait.

ME: Well, this child was given a giant tube of toothpaste to do with as she pleased.

YOU: And what did she please?

ME: Squeezing it out.

YOU: Oh oh, won’t last too long that way.

ME: Yeah, that’s the problem. Once she squeezed it out she couldn’t get it back in.

YOU: So she was stuck, huh?

ME: Worse than that. She was EMPTY!

YOU: So she learned her lesson, huh?

ME: But what can she do with it? Don’t you see? She can NEVER NEVER NEVER retrieve it!

YOU: Tough tootie.

ME: You can say that again.

YOU: Tough tootie.

Super-gluing My Bullet Wound – A re-blog

Published October 16, 2017 by Nan Mykel

A spokesperson for many…I’m reblogging.

My Midwest Musing

A month ago, I was rediagnosed with C-PTSD (Complex PTSD) at the age of 27. I say (and made up) the word rediagnosed because I was originally diagnosed with C-PTSD when I was 21 years old. As most of the important things I was told when I was 21, the diagnosis seemed to evaporate in my realm of consciousness quicker than the first flake of snow that falls on pavement. I saw my C-PTSD as a light switch that I could turn on and off. I felt I had control over it, something that I could even grow out of, and therefore, must only ‘slightly’ have.

Reality was that this illness was not something I could simply grow out of; this illness fit me like a glove since the first day I was exposed to my trauma. It fuels me. It shapes me. It hijacked my personality, desires, and intuitions…

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I, I, I, Me, Me, Me, You, You, You

Published October 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I wrote a joke once, to the effect that I’ve been talking through this loudspeaker I found in my crib 82 years ago and just now notice it’s not plugged in! Except it wasn’t and isn’t a joke. What’s missing is the connection. I think I became a psychotherapist to have somebody to talk to.

Here I sit alone at my computer which says it’s 7:09 p.m. Sunday October 15, 2017, eating chocolate ice cream. Is all right with the world? Is that a line from a poem? Some things are called rhetorical but I must be misspelling it because i can’t find it in the dictionary. When I dip into the meanings of retort I find cold comfort: to hurl back, to retaliate, to hurl the first speaker’s words back at him. Oh, there it is…rhetorical question: a question asked merely for effect with no answer expected. Well, that’s kind of a waste of time, isn’t it?

NOW I remember how I got off on this topic! Earlier tonight I read the blog post Forming Attachments and Bonds, by

bipolarbree1 , whose early life was in a Russian Orphanage. I do remember that two movies in my past that struck me the hardest

was the scene from –was it War and Peace where “he” was on a train and sees his lost love out the window and can’t get her attention and the train continues to the hinterlands and he can never find her again, forever, and I think the other movie that had such an impact on me was One Came Home (?) where a wounded soldier has what we would call locked in syndrome now–they assume he’s a vegetable until a nurse sheds a tear that drops on him and his response tells them all he is still alive and aware.

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : WO mistakes RK – A Humorous Re-Blog

Published October 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Not liked–loved!

Nan Re-blogging

Two on a Rant

It’s no secret that I’ve made more mistakes in the past 2 weeks than in the past 2 years.

Of course, if I could remember past yesterday, I might reconsider that statement.

This is a summation of what my short-term (and only) memory is telling me:

Or, possibly, it’s more like this:

Either way, nothing is going in and what comes out isn’t quite right.

How’s work been going this week? (You might ask). Here’s a clue

Unfortunately, I have a work ethic that’s on steroids

First of all, I don’t want to go anywhere else. I love what I do — when I do it right. It’s not like I can go elsewhere to get a job. Who in their right mind (other than social services) wants to hire an anal retentive dyslexic paper pusher who has an editing disability?

This has happened to me twice in the last…

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If you don’t wear your heart on your sleeve….

Published October 14, 2017 by Nan Mykel

What do you do with it?

Food for thought…

Republicans Need To Accept Fact That “Black Lives Matter” Is Not A Hate Group

Published October 12, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Don’t all lives matter? What’s the big deal?

Gronda Morin

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Too many on the far right have been calling for the “Black Lives Matter” movement to be classified as a hate group. Some republican legislators, the republican President Donald Trump, FOX TV pundits, far right print media have been resorting to this talking point ever since its inception They have taken a few inappropriate phrases uttered by a few protesters to generalize in a negative light, everyone who has participated in the movement. This movement was started to simply shine a light on too many tragedies having occurred, where unarmed suspects of color had been fatally shot by police.

Image result for photos of blm protests Here is the rest of the story…

On August 18, 2017, the staff of the Economist penned the following report, “The misplaced arguments against Black Lives Matter.”

“ON AUGUST 15th Donald Trump repeated his belief that “both sides” were to blame for the violence on August 12th at a…

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LARRY’S SECRET

Published October 11, 2017 by Nan Mykel

The slight, unassuming fellow

looked somehow familiar when

he first visited our poetry group.

He introduced himself as Larry,

and then it clicked. “Larry Jageman!”

I blurted. “Nan Mykel!” he replied.

In group he was confronted over and

over for his peculiar verse–all hosannas–

yet took it on the chin, calmly. Larry’s

attendance at group notwithstandng

was faithful, dogged, and devoted.

He puzzled those of us who could not fathom

the persistent style of his writing.

Were I confronted so often

and directly, I would have deserted

the group, my confidence crumbling.

I took his tears for sentimentality,

his occasional dark glasses a puzzle.

Was it his last group session that he

said next time he would share a situation

he was in. He always spoke softly, but

this time I was fortunately sitting next

to him and heard him say that he was

afraid of his wife leaving him and that

she was afraid of him leaving her.

His appreciation of friends, neighbors

and family, penned for more than a year,

seemed juvenile and rote to me, blinded

by a misunderstanding of his need.

He did take away something from the group,

and kept coming back until the end.

He was buried today, and I was there.

AFTERTHOUGHT

Upon remembering and reflecting, the image that stays with me is of Larry and Mary rejoicing in life’s grand square dance, and a reminder that there is a higher value than rules. It is called love.

How’d I Miss This?

Published October 9, 2017 by Nan Mykel

“Rachel Maddow effectively demystified Donald Trump’s NFL tweetfest by revealing on ‘The Tonight Show’ a few days ago that Trump had a fundraising campaign through his PAC asking for donations if you agreed with his NFL stance. ” Now he’ts accepting donations if you agree with him? He could sure make a lot of money re his stance on gun control and abortion. And how about making American Great Again? It’s not like he’s needing money. Remember, he called the White House “a dump.” It’s not like he was going to pledge that money to BUILDING THE WALL.

I thought I was half-joking recently when I suggested that the women who elected Trump were masochists. In September’s ‘Harper’s’ magazine a leader of the women’s “alt-right is quoted as saying, “Alt-right men tend toward a certain comportment. They’re more alpha-male types…Girls are kind of sick of the neutered-down , feminist, limp-wristed guy…” The same publication quoted a racist website as labeling any white woman who has a mixed-race child as a traitor. “It’s OUR WOMB; IT BELONGS TO THE MALES IN HER SOCIETY,” (Ahem.)

Author of the Harper’s Article is Seryward Darby.