I find it somewhat fascinating that while you’re happily returning home to Kansas in a nostalgic glow, I’ve been avoiding the entire “There’s No Place Like Home” state as much as I can get by with for the last 21 years, in an effort to not further trigger my amygdala’s incessant replay of the familial location-based trauma that I’m always suppressing. The struggle between my overworked amygdala & deteriorating will is a balancing act of epic proportions.
See also: Aging Former Fantasia Hippo Attempts High-wire Dance To The Tune Of “Tiptoe Through The Tulips.” When asked what prompted such a ludicrous stunt, she responded, “I seek no glory or recognition, no laughter or applause, only self-preservation of my spirit animal, which at this moment I perceive to be a butterfly.”
Um… ok. I can’t see where this is going, so I’ll end it here. Thanks for sharing your insights. I’m enjoying them immensely. You’ve been making me intermittently smile since “You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown.”
I hope you have a great holiday with your family!
I find it somewhat fascinating that while you’re happily returning home to Kansas in a nostalgic glow, I’ve been avoiding the entire “There’s No Place Like Home” state as much as I can get by with for the last 21 years, in an effort to not further trigger my amygdala’s incessant replay of the familial location-based trauma that I’m always suppressing. The struggle between my overworked amygdala & deteriorating will is a balancing act of epic proportions.
See also: Aging Former Fantasia Hippo Attempts High-wire Dance To The Tune Of “Tiptoe Through The Tulips.” When asked what prompted such a ludicrous stunt, she responded, “I seek no glory or recognition, no laughter or applause, only self-preservation of my spirit animal, which at this moment I perceive to be a butterfly.”
Um… ok. I can’t see where this is going, so I’ll end it here. Thanks for sharing your insights. I’m enjoying them immensely. You’ve been making me intermittently smile since “You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown.”
Nice to see a young un, Lily Phillips, dedicate herself to her work, Gives me faith for the future. (What future?)
People who haven't read I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream don't have to bother now that we'll be living it.
The Dems are a miserable failed joke, what's new?
Hey, Bro-o-mine, have the merriest and the happiest! You deserve both...
Hooray!