Real Farts from an Old Fart
Wow. That is a hard one.
I have a hard enough time of doing that with my mental illness that doing that to get closer to a minimalistic lifestyle makes it ten times worse.
I’m not saying it isn’t impossible, but lately, I’ve been struggling, and trying to better myself at the same time is even more straining on the mind than I anticipated.
The above is a quote from Bjork’s song “It’s All So Quiet.” It’s like a big Broadway number, which is one of the few times that she does a song like that. I think the other time she did anything like that was for the album “Gling Glo”.
I apologize to Bjork if I screwed up the name of the album. Not that she reads my blog, but if she did, I sincerely apologize.
I refer back to Fumio Sasaki’s book and his “55 tips to help you say goodbye to your things.” Yesterday, I looked at my phone and asked the question “Why can’t you part with your things?” and “If you lose it, will you buy it again?”, or in this case, “download it again.”
I went through my phone and started to delete applications that I downloaded and touched once. Then, I went back through and decided that there were a few more that could be removed from the system.
In looking at writing today, I went through the “55 tips to help you say goodbye to your things” from Fumio Sasaki’s book “Goodbye, Things” that I continually discuss and use as my personal workbook for minimizing the clutter in my life.
Two of the things that he mentions were sticking out to me today. The first is, “Ask yourself why you can’t part with your things.” and the second is, “If you lost it, would you buy it again?”
I have reflected on my past year online, only to realize that I am still searching for the cure to my mental illness.
BTW, there is no cure.
A lot has changed since I last logged onto I Fart Online, and I needed some time to get my shit together.
Consider my shit “somewhat” together.
During one of my shifts at my job as an ophthalmic tech, I was preparing a patient to see the doctor. He was in his sixties and in excellent spirits and health. No actual problems on the surface — mind you, this was before the doctor had seen him. I don’t know how we got onto the subject, but he started to talk about his childhood. It seems that when you are in a field where you are in a “one on one” situation with another person, they sometimes feel like they can open up to you, or tell you things about themselves that weren’t relevant to the case.
Bartenders can sympathize.
DISCLAIMER: As most of the people that read my blog, or talk to me in person, I’m sarcastic, cynical, nihilistic, crude — hell, I could keep going, and it’s not just that I’m beating up on myself. It’s the truth. Seriously, I have difficulty taking things seriously sometimes, and I have a way of saying things that some, if not a lot of people, may not agree.
To that end, what I am about to write about is an important topic, and I’m not going to hold any punches back, but I need to get this out of my system. I need people to realize that there is “hope.”
Here we go.
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