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WE SIT IN JUDGMENT

As I ponder this subject I know not if this persecuting need is so valid in other societies, and if so, to what degree, but I am sure that it is rampant in the U.S. of A.  What is this need we have in our society to judge everyone and everything.  Okay, to be perfectly fair, there are those rare individuals who are able to abstain from it, but let’s face it, we are all guilty of it. It seems to me that we tend to point out in other individuals the things we don’t like about ourselves, like, “Wow, look how fat she is,” or “Those people are trailer trash,” and even, “He sure is short,” to name but just a few.  Some people don’t even do it from self-recognition but from a place of anger or jealousy.  Kids are really good at it.  People are always saying things like, “Out of the mouths of babes,” or “Kids sure are mean.”  I have news people, kids learn most of their judgment habits from listening to their parents and other people in their lives.  Hell, sit a child in front of the telev

WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?

What’s love got to do with it?  Apparently…everything.  Look at the heart of pretty much every culture and species and you will find it.  Some cultures and species’ live for it.  Humans, for example, cannot seem to get by in life without it.  I’m sure there are the exceptions to the rule (or people who think they’re fooling everyone else), but just look around.  Songs are about it, poems are about it, religion is about it, books are about it, to name but a few.  Plus, there are so many types and degrees of love.  We love our kids, our parents, our grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, brothers and sisters, friends, lovers, possessions, ideas, hobbies, and the list goes on.  Coupling is a means to populate the earth and further the species on the planet, but love is the key to coupling (most often) within our species. There are those of us who will find love in and throughout our lifetimes, and those of us who will never know it, not really.  What about me, you ask?  Well, I have

TIME TO TALK ABOUT THE RAPE

For years I’ve wanted to blog about being raped, not only for therapeutic reasons but also for anyone else out there who has been through it. The whole ugly story happened when I was 21, still a virgin (a fact I was proud of), living with a roommate twice my age, and had never been in love.  I moved from my safe-haven environment on the northern coast of California to Sunnyvale, California to attend school and go to work.  I was doing pretty well, actually, until this incident brought my world to a spiraling tailspin of drugs and alcohol.  I went to school at night and worked during the day in Cupertino, California, for a company called Tymshare, Inc. where I was employed as a printed circuit board designer.  Now, down the street from work was this little neighborhood bar, aptly named Paul and Eddies.  As it turns out, many months later, I would bartend at this local gem, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. After work, mainly on the weekends, a few of us would meet at Paul and E