A Life Less Extraordinary and More Eclectic

Consumer Rights

I always wanted to ask in every check-out line for years if they sell dikfor. The cashier will ask, “What’s dikfor?” and I get to reply, “Well, dick’s for sucking and fucking.” I would be arrested and beaten by the ruling powers, but it would be so worth it. 

This Is Love

Love doesn’t mean you never have to say you’re sorry. Love is knowing that you never willingly make a mistake. Love is unconditional and unequivocal. Love isn’t about power or sex or understanding. Love is about fighting to be better, not for yourself, but to be worthy of the love. Sometimes, things you love die or disappear, like the end of a brilliant show or the end of a stirring novel. I still love the way I fall in love with movie characters and Byronic heroes. I guess to be in love, you have to love yourself, forgive yourself, and move on. The past is the past. Love doesn’t want you to be perfect, love just wants you to try to be worthy of being surrounded by someone willing to take your crazy. I am someone who becomes infatuated quickly and often, but love is more elusive. I love the Red Sox, good or bad, first place or playing golf in October. I love good discussions with honest people. There are people I love, but they don’t need me to tell them to feel accepted by my shallow understanding of love. 

Popularity

Popularity is like herpes. You can have it and keep it to yourself because no one cares or you can talk about it all the time and infect others with your inane, innocuous affliction. Both are pretty easy to get rid of. 

Favorites

In descending order, the best berries:

1) Strawberries, the most delicious and succulent

2) Blueberries, meant to be thrown into friends’ mouths from a distance

3) Raspberries, pretty good but not the prettiest

4) Boysenberries, they exist and people claim to like them

4) Mike Berry, not delicious and toughest skin of them all