10 Days Of Dougie (Day 5) – Kinky, Death & Imaginary Friends…

Ten Days of Dougie (Day 5)
Kinky, Death and Imaginary Friends
April 27, 2018
DougMaynard.com

It’s only Day 5 and it’s been at least six days, maybe seven. I’m just not feeling it at all this time around. Maybe I should just give up on this whole writing gig or at least take a break. It’s not like anyone reads this shit anyhow or gives a flying fuck about what Dougie thinks.   Nah, I’m wrong on that. I know that some people do care and I’m not totally all alone over here in the deep and dark basement of the Tossing Salt HQ. It just feels that way this morning. It’s one of those days and the overcast, rainy weather doesn’t help at all. I think, once I write this and then go do Food Lion, picking up for the food bank, I’m just going to my room, turning the fans on, pulling the shades and going to sleep. It’s a cop-out to be sure, but better than having to deal with people who just take me for granted and… Never mind! I’ll probably delete this opening paragraph and write something different before I post this. Or maybe not. The whole idea of this blog is my views, my opinions and totally honesty with my readers, even when I’m in denial and not being honest with myself. Damn, I have issues. I’m just depressed. I’ll be okay in a few hours or few days or when I go back to work tomorrow and have plenty of distractions to keep my mind occupied. I’ll be allight.

So let’s move on and do the Day 5 “Days Of Dougie” stuff. I need some topics and for that, we go to the “Magic Bag”. And the discussions for today are, “Kinky”, “Death” and “Imaginary Friends”. Oh hell yeah, these are great topics and should really make me feel better and improve my mood. (Rolls eyes). It’s a sign from above that this is probably not the day. Oh vey! Let’s do this…

And now, many hours later, I’m back. I did a prediction column for the WWE’s “Greatest Royal Rumble” event, did Food Lion, took a nap and cooked a meat loaf while I was away. I also dropped my phone and cracked the screen all up so I’m a little pissed about that and still in major depression mode too.

And now it’s Friday afternoon. I started writing that on Tuesday, quit to go do something else and never came back to it. Depression is such a suck-ass thing sometimes. And being alone wishing you had someone to talk to or just sit in comfortable silence with sucks ass too. I just don’t want to write or work or do anything right now. I work and do my stuff for the Food Bank because it’s an obligation and I always keep my promises and do what I’m supposed to do so far as commitments go. That’s a good thing and trait to have. But apart from that, it’s watch stupid videos on YouTube, sleep and shower and then sleep some more. I like my room. It’s quiet and dark and cool and no one can bother me there. It’s my “safe spot”, if you will. Damn, I sound like a mindless snowflake sheeple, better known as the youth of today. Next thing you know, I’ll be snorting condoms, eating Tide pods and licking toliets. Nah, maybe not. Let’s knock these three “Days of Dougie” topics out so I can close this bitch up and start with something fresh whenever I get the urge and feel like writing again. Probably not anytime soon, but then again, what the hell else do I have to do? Just sit here alone? At least I have my damn cat, right? Let’s do this.

Kinky…

If it feels good and doesn’t involve children or animals, then have at it. Be wild, be crazy and the only limits are imagination. That’s the way it should be too. Call it kinky if you will. I call it living and being real. ‘Nuff said!

Death…

We are born, we live and then we die. That’s the way things go. And the big thing is what we do between our hatching and the day that the Reaper comes calling. Have we made an impact or impression? Did we do good by others or did we just lie and steal and cheat and waste our very existence? Some people fear death. I’m not looking forward to it myself, but when it comes, it comes. It’s all part of the cycle and then we move on to whatever comes afterwards. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s heaven or hell? Maybe it’s coming back in another image or form? It is what it is and what that is, we will never really know until it’s time to know and probably not even then.

And finally…

Imaginary Friends…

The only friends you’ll ever have that won’t hurt you, lie to you or take you for granted at some point. As the song by Johnny Cash says, “Everyone I know goes away in the end!”. I don’t feel like writing about this right now. I’m living it and being alone far too much. Imaginary friends are all well and good, but they’re just that. Imaginary. Only real, flesh and blood, true physical beings of friends can really be there, for good and bad, for the ups and downs, for all of that. It’s a down time now for me, but if the friendship is real and true, and it is to me, the issues will be rectified and life will resume as the need for other people overtakes the disappointment and bitterness. Maybe. I hope so.

And this is a bummer of a piece. My apologies. Comments and thoughts, talk to me. I’m down and gone. Time to go to work. Take care.

Ubuntu!

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