A Close Call

I have spent far too many hours today trying to find a new template for my blog. This...is...so....addicting. I found a couple that would be good enough to get me started (and make it a pleasant multimedia experience for you, a reader), but as my luck would have it, I copied the code into my layout and a whole lotta nothin' happened. I got an error. I didn't even bother writing down the error code at the moment. I decided I had spent enough time on it already. But the music is up! And the controls are working fine, so if my exquisite tastes in music aren't your cup of tea, you are welcome to pause it. I only wish I could find a way to put a soundtrack on each post, so that it would kind of keep with the theme. And it would be cool to have a separate play list for each genre, so you can decide for yourselves what music goes well with me. And for you wise-asses out there, I'm NOT putting "Loser" by Beck or "Creep" by Radiohead on here. Ummmm, well........... maybe.

I was so excited about the music thing I almost didn't go to the gym tonight. ALMOST. I could hear that little voice in my head telling me how much easier it would be to hang out with the tunes and write. But then one of the other voices in my head piped in, "What the hell are you going to write about if all you're doing is sitting at the computer all day, dumb-ass?" So off I went.

I could really get used to this routine of gymming late night, followed by iced mocha, a quick bite, shower-bath, and blog. Although there's this guy there all the time that, for some reason, always has to go on the treadmill next to mine (again...... warped minds.......NOOO! It's not like that). He puts his Discover Magazine on the treadmill and proceeds to not read any of it. Instead he's tuned into Leno or whatever's on the gym's tv. Which is all fine and good, except that there are about 5 people in a gym that holds 150! WTF! I mean really, people, I love talking to you, but not when I'm grunting and sweaty. I don't even talk to people when I'm playing soccer.

So anyways, sorry to change the topic so abruptly, but here it goes. I don't want to talk about specific circumstances, but there was a guy a few weeks ago, in the midst of a family crises, who, being frustrated with his lack of knowledge of Detroit-area roads, said he would kill himself if he had a gun. Newsflash, idiot: No one is going to feel sorry for a drama queen. I CANNOT stand people who throw things in the air as if they were confetti, while at the same time knowing very well they've just thrown a bomb. I wanted to tell him that you don't need a gun to off yourself. You could drive off a bridge. You could stop your car, roll your windows up, and go to sleep. You could tie a rope to the transmission stick, lie down in front of your car, and pull...... presto! you've done the trick!

But no, panic set in instead and for about 30 seconds I was trying to talk him into stopping his car before he did anything stupid. Then he has the nerve to say, "Oh, I'm not really going to kill myself........haha........ but I really hate your roads in this city!" (deep sigh)..... like I said.

Look, I've kind of been there myself, in a galaxy far far away. But the bottom line is this: if you are seriously planning on committing suicide, you are an ASSHOLE. No joke. Your one major responsibility in this world is staying alive. Think about the people who care about you (and yes, there are people who care). they should be thinking about important stuff, like cooking dinner, or planning a vacation or something. You know, living out their hopes and dreams in relative happiness. You, then, go and pop a bottle of pills, because you couldn't think of any other way to ask for help, and you've just rocked somebody's world. Even if you don't ruin their life, you have just changed it irrevocably. Shame, shame, shame: to value the people who love you so little.

What I've learned is that we can do something every single day of our lives to make it memorable, to do something, anything, we haven't done before. Believe me, it's not hard to do and it doesn't cost a dime. We can love a little better than we ever did before. We can work a little smarter. We can walk to work backwards, or everyone can drive their cars in reverse for a day. It could be anything, really. And I know I sound like Tony Robbins here, but it's true! Life is too short, too beautiful, and too damn funny not to live it the best we can! Even now, at this moment, I am laughing my ass off because reading it again, I realize I sound like an aerobics instructor. Well, maybe I can work on becoming more eloquent and lyrical on this topic. But, as always, I reserve the right to change my mind.

Don's Hope of the Day, for his Reader: May you find find a crescent moon tonight to rest your weary shoulders against, and dangle your feet from its perch. Goodnight!