So. I'm not a writer. I'm not a poet. Some people think I've done some "interesting" things in my life. I am afflicted with bizarre and rare genetic diseases, and my health is a killing joke, but I still consider myself the luckiest person I know, that is among laypersons.
I've seen, done, experienced incredibly various things. Some of them again, extremely tragic, while others could be called "a million in one, in a lifetime experiences" of which...I've had many. If my life had a mental health diagnosis it would be Bi-Polar.
For some reason I have found the need to start to write about these experiences, hopefully some of them will be funny, but foremost they will be true. Perhaps it is the rather rapid decrease in my memory and recall caused by my tendency to collect strange and rare genetic diseases, and have accidents....most recently affecting my mind, brain, and body. It's one thing when your body starts to go, but another when your mental faculties, a thing I once trusted as the one true consistent thing that I had going for myself has proven to be, also.......as rooted in suffering and suffering's causes.
Let's get this out of the way, I'm a Buddhist. Or I should say I aspire to follow the teachings laid down by The Historical Buddha of our time, Buddha Shayamuni. I would like to say that I AM a Buddhist, but I'm so bad at it, I really don't want to be a representation of what a Buddhist is. I am very faulty in my practice, if I practice at all, so....yeah; as Bill Murray said in Caddy Shack, "So at least I've got that going for me." or something.
I think that's all for tonight. I spent a great day with my Son, and was able to see him laugh often, hold him, read to him, feed him, so there isn't as much turmoil I need to get out of my head, and my pain level isn't on searing agony for once, so I'll post this here, where I'm sure many people, maybe even three or four will read my new blog. Oh god. I think I just lost a whole bunch of punk rock points, that's another story.
