My love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow
>> Wednesday, December 15, 2010
2010 has sucked ass. At one time I couldn't wait until this year was over, but little by little I realized that wishing it would be over would only reduce the time you'd have with the people you care about. Life, death and heart ache are a good sequeway to baptisms for the dead which are performed by the Church of Latter Day Saints aka The Mormons. I'm not a big fan of proxy baptisms. How would you feel if generations later your family found out that your name was on the Nazi registry? Probably not so keen on that idea. I'm not comparing the LDS Church to the Nazis, but I just think it's ree-dick-urous that anyone would think it's ok with sign someone up for an organization without your consent. I've had friends defend this practice by saying that it's just presenting a deceased person with an option and it's not forced upon them. Shouldn't this person have taken up this option when they had a choice when they were alive?
So for the past year I've been basically a homebody with random benders thrown in there. My last bender was in beautiful Minneapolis. For those of you who have never been to Minnesota in January, it's cold as fuck! I went to a lovely drug and alcohol conference all week and then come Friday I was ready to do a lil' research on what I learned. I meet up with a dear friend I hadn't seen in a while and have a lovely dinner and head off to a discotheque. Lo and behold the club is having a drink special and it's $1 vodka Redbulls. Next thing I know I'm doing inverted tricks on the stripper pole and random girl is giving me money and buying me shots. Mind you, I've basically been a homebody for the past year. I end up yacking in the backseat of a Mercedes. I made such a good impression on my friend's new friends. Why the hell is a person of my advanced age acting like that? It's a fine line between having fun and making a fool of yourself.
I've reached a point in my life that I think I need to leave my past behind. I really need to balance responsibility with recklessness, being compassionate with being callous, hermit versus social butterfly, not everything needs to be either extreme. In the bluesy words of Janis Joplin, "Oh, to make up my mind, I gotta make up my mind. Oh, my love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow."
