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My girlfriend Heather complained about a guy at work who always trying to start political rants with her. That is like an MMA fighter who always wants to wrestle, whether you have trained at wrestling or not. -2012
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Yesterday a student asked me "what do you think about this topic?" My response was "I hope you never know what I think about your topic. I want you to know how I think, not what I think."
just had a friend call for directions and then refuse to listen to me when I tried to give them. Don't waste my time if you think you are smarter than google maps!
Most people learn nothing from diversity, not even the obvious lesson that we are all the same.
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Maybe this means what I think it means. Maybe it means what I want it to mean.
Halloween Homileen: I've been listening to The Doors while I drive around doing errands today. Seemed like the perfect choice for All Hallow's Eve, when we get to peak behind the veil that shrouds this life from the next. Break on through to the other side and all that.
I thought, as I always do when I listen to The Doors: I love Jim Morrison. He was such a mess. It's not like an "I love him, but...". It's more like, "I love him, AND he was such a mess."
But why do I love him if he was such a mess? This is the question I ponder while I cruise up MoPac. And then it hits me, like an Epiphany on All Saints: Jim Morrison is my shadow side. Jim Morrison IS my shadow side.
Next year I'm going to dress up as Jim Morrison for Halloween. Y'all just wait and see. It's important to love our shadow sides. We all have them. And they need compassion and care, so that they can come out of hiding occasionally and play in safe, controlled environments. Otherwise they destroy us from the inside out. That's an approximation of what Carl Jung taught on the subject.
This is why I dressed as a vampire bride for Halloween the year after my divorce. I wore fangs and drank fake blood and tried to bite my friends. It was glorious! And the next day I was still my gentle, thoughtful self.
Most years I am uninspired by Halloween. It doesn't compute for me to pretend to be something I'm not, when the other 364 I'm struggling to be who I am. But a day when I get to be MORE of myself? That's something I can get behind.
I got a shout out on Kevin Smith's podcast Edumacation today. It happens 10:50min into the show. I was driving into work listening to it and I almost wrecked my car. Oh shit. Life is good.
