Two completely unrelated subjects, but I’m getting somewhere… I hope.
I saw a lovely movie. Basically, a crazy dog and a crazy guy meet. I agree, sometimes a pet can save a human. The pet would tame a spirit and would melt a heart. No, not only cats train humans, dogs do to.
BUT, because there’s a big BUT in the picture, at least one of them has to be sane. Or at least in a good place. I don’t say “happy”, as “happy” is overrated. Hence “in a good place”. If you’re a mess, a knot of neurosis and stress and your pet has been subjected to some form of abuse… happy end is possible only in the movies. You have a savior and a victim. Two victims are able only to traumatize each other even deeper. I didn’t buy Silver Lining Playbooks, but I buy Leaving Las Vegas.
It’s the same in a relationship between two humans or in one between a human and a very tolerant pet.
At least the human must be willing to be saved. And the benevolent furry four paws creature shall save him.
I thought of my ALF who saved me sooooo many times I shall never be able to recount. He was a strong personality and dominated me almost 100% and I worshiped him beyond words. But also I was clinging to him like a drowning person sometimes, and every time he would save me.
His legacy was inherited by Joop, the mad Maine Coon who is currently running my house. When we met, I was devastated after losing ALF, she was coming from a life of abuse and lack of affection. The dynamic was different, we saved each other willingly. She tamed me because I gained her trust and now we save each other every day. A mad God and her mad worshipper in perfect harmony.
In an unrelated story, the U.S. economy – the indisputable source of consumerism and bad quality products is devouring it’s children and trying to stop being devoured by others. Macy’s and JCPenney are closing stores, SkyMall is shutting down and the latest, craziest story is that Cadbury is not allowed across the pond, mainly because it’s American archenemy Hershey is suffering losses by comparison of quality. Such a better quality product might make consumers question their money worth. Why pay on a bad quality product, when you have a better, tastier alternative?
It reminds me yet again of Neil Gaiman’s American Gods that shows the perpetual struggle for Gods to live, by manipulating their believers and destroying smaller Gods. You never know when you become the lesser God that gets squashed in the stampede. I feel we’re witnessing the last flounder of such greedy Gods, we shall see their demise, like obsolete dinosaurs unable to keep up with evolution.
Again, another year is gone and I’m looking back at what happened. Judging by my photos on Facebook, it seems like it was a GOOD year all around.
Well, I’m asking for less and less, as time goes by and faith smacks me over the head with various surprises.
But all in all, pretty good! Starting from the fact that I have a job I like, in a place I like surrounded by people I like, continuing with “none of my cats died and they seem to do just well”, I’m pretty healthy too, I fell in love with Pilates – there’s been 3 months already since I’m diligently going, my stomach became smarter than my brain and it rejects what’s bad for me, I began to choose more carefully who’s worth my emotional investment and time, just one holiday in Berlin, fewer memorable concerts: Rod Stewart and Hugh Laurie, but maybe next year will be richer in travels and concerts.
Less shopping, but more wise decisions – choosing a few statement pieces instead of buying rags.
It was a year of surprises, reunions with friends from long ago, childhood and university. It was both mushy and happy, we instantly clicked and laughed our heads off at the same old jokes. It was very emotional and truly unforgettable.
I feel the entire humanity is trying to crawl out of the pit: people are beginning to distillate information – not anything on TV or on the internet is true, I feel the dark ages are fading and a new era is dawning.
I meet very young people who are cultured. They know so many interesting things, that I feel like a caveman. So my hope stays with them, a new generation with an insatiable appetite for music, art, movies, but also technology and gadgets… it’s amazing to listen to them. And it’s not just one or two, they keep coming. They are environmental conscious, without being maniacs, they lean naturally toward healthy living, healthy feeding, healthy ethics and morals.
Electing a completely unexpected president is another reason for hope. He has German roots, he was a very appreciated mayor of a beautiful city, he didn’t accept euthanasia of the dogs, but he approved the western system of catch and release, he has a wife who obviously adores him and 5 cats. I hope and pray he will be the President this country needs and deserves after so many years of corruption and such bad decisions.
I feel very optimistic for the future, it’s a completely different vibe in the air.
Enjoy the ride!
I always hated feminism. Actually, I posted about it before. In the sense that I don’t want to be treated like a buddy, I want to be treated like a lady. I usually have it my way.
However, this post is about women who got smart and women who didn’t. It goes like this.
First scenario: three years ago, a woman in her late 40s came to a fitness guru begging for help to save her marriage.
She claimed her husband was calling her fat and he wasn’t attracted to her anymore. So she started to work out and diet. She didn’t give up, she persevered, fighting to keep her husband. Now she is Jennifer Anniston fit.
Also she divorced the idiot who was offending her, she has a young lover and she is blissfully serene and head over heels in love.
You go, girl!
Second scenario: a woman abandoned by her husband 10 years ago. Divorced, confused, she reached out for help. She started therapy. Ten years went flying by. TEN. She’s single. She didn’t have at least one flirt or one date. She couldn’t jump back in the pool. Her therapist, may her license be removed, is preaching her the following imbecile line: “God left man and woman like two halves. We are not supposed to live alone, but to find our halves to be complete.”
Also, she says that “the children need a male figure in their lives.”
So the poor woman, who seems perfectly balanced, feels an absolute wreck and a failure for being single.
So, dear imbecile therapist, NO. People should feel comfortable by themselves to be comfortable enough to look for a partner. If God intended us to be mere halves, we wouldn’t be able to function independently. Also, I believe your fucking halves might be two men or two women, not a man and a woman, you fuckin’ cave… person!
And the male figure for the children… I assume their natural father is alive and well, why the fuck should she point to the plumber and explain to her kids: “look, this is a male. Repeat after me: M-A-L-E. Get it?”
Look good for yourselves, not for a partner.
Stay single if you’re comfortable with your choice.