I was at a loss to come up with a unique website for today's feature. So, all you Bloganon poseurs:
I finally know what it's like to suffer "Blog Fright", and it ain't very pretty, let me tell you! Your mind goes blank, mouth turns dry, and your fingers wither like dead, wet November leaves over that keyboard, "The Great White". And you panic:
"What are all my wonderful fans gonna think, when my very fifth blog does not match the high quality of the previous four?"
And of course, this is all wishful thinking, as not one webizen has yet to visit my lovely little blog, who has not been coerced into doing so by yours truly. (Thanks, John H.!)
Fortunately, my guardian angel's a Nam Vet,
Randolph Taylor
so I know all about "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder", or PTSD. Before Vietnam, it was called "Combat Fatigue", and before even that: "Shell Shock".
In a nutshell (uh-oh, claustrophobia attack!): PTSD can (and usually does) result after suffering extreme trauma. There are some fortunate souls who live PTSD each and every day of their lives. I say "fortunate", for they are actually the Shamans of the New Age, in training. (Such as moi.)
But as I see the horrors of this world unfold, like some elegant CyberVictorian puzzle outta Myst, I've come to realize that we are all being called to shamanhood, with this one caveat:
"Many are called, but few are chosen".
To which I like to add:
"So step right up for your lederhosen." ':twisted:'
No, seriously, folks. No one seems to be able to avoid the tremendous stress due to such frightening times that have befallen this planet. It will therefore behoove every poor soul on this wobbly globe of miscreants, to undersand the signs of PTSD, and how to heal oneself and others of this quasi-Divine Malady:
Symptoms of PTSD
Why divine? Because some who pass through this virtually lifelong (say, 30-40 yrs.) ordeal come out as Shaman Caretakers of this planet...each specializing in a particular, noble cause. In my case, that's sexual minority civil rights.
You know, whenever I edit a blog (and I do, at least several times for each and every blog, being the anal retentive perfectionist that I am), this little beggar pops up:
Now, I know the money ain't no big deal, being just $1.99/mo. But I do know this gives tBlog access to a link into my bank account, to automatically collect my monthly dram of flesh. Now, that just doesn't sit quite right with me; the security question is obvious.
Pardon me, while I peek out the window as I do each and every 15 minutes (was down to 7 mins. for a few hours, that's orange alert), to see what the outside world is up to, and if the percentage of citizens curious to wonder what goes on behind my window, has increased more than a trivial amount since last time I peeked...and last time they walked by. (Homophobia is truly a frightening reality!)
P.S.: Hot Tip For Nam Vets:
Whenever a situation begins to make you perceive reality as hopeless. or more than you or anyone can bear, start speaking these words--over and over again--out loud, hollering for maximal impact (never mind you're standing at the base of the Twin Towers Monument not-yet-built, and can't remember how you got there):
Post traumatic stress disorder:
Oh, there goes my heart, and
Oooops, Aorta!
You'll find that a dramatic display of your best friend will make the operation a smooth performance...one to write homo about, if you get my drift.
Gooogle related topic:
Frog Blight
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