The the inane in my brain

Okay...so......

Here's the story of a lovely lady.....

Once upon a time......

For the love of corn.......

Writing is hard.......

The end.....?

Okay, so its not the end.   Its the beginning.   I guess perhaps a good place to start is with my selection of blog name.   It is best to start with formalities or is it better to end with formalities.  I'm fairly certain they don't belong in the middle...but then so few things do (unless its a sandwich of some kind...either cookie, meaty or involving two other people....)

So, back on topic, I discovered many years ago that the adage of life, lemons and lemonade really didn't do much for me.   When I'm handed anything by life, who I am assuming has a fucking lemon grove and a deep-seated desire to prevent scurvy, I tend to look at it and study it thoroughly before doing anything with it.   YES, apparently enigmas are wrapped in lemons!  So I took the next logical step in my train of thought and discovered my first real journal (which has sadly been lost) that I titled "Perplexing Lemons".   I was a teenager and full of faux-angst....not like the real angst I'm saddled with now.

On a slightly (albeit minute) more serious note, I claim to be no expert.   This is just my life and the world around me viewed through my own unique perspective.   You either like it or you don't...and often you will probably hate it and then really like it.    If we are talking strictly of life, that is also how I see it...sometimes I hate it, sometimes I like it, but I'm rarely in the middle (fukitoll).

Also, as a point of interest reference, while I am fairly verbose and have a decent grasp of English grammar, I still do this a lot   "blah blah blah.......blah blah blah...blah..blah...blah blah...blah blah blah"...although usually there are actual words involved, so it sounds a lot less like the adults from Peanuts.

Back to the topic at hand, let me be clear.   I tend to say and write whatever leaps from the wellspring of giddy wonderment that is trapped between my ears.   Often that is without a filter.  I can be very profane, hotheaded, ill tempered and just flat wrong.   However, in my wrongness, I often find my voice and that voice usually points me to more solid ground in my thinking.   Also, I firmly believe this.

               Having an opinion on which flavor of ice cream tastes better requires no evidence because it is simply your opinion.  However, having an opinion about issues such as homosexuality, abortion, women's rights, and pretty much any other politically charged, scientific or important issue/discussion requires substantial evidence and critical thinking...or you are simply spouting bullshit.

 I leave you with this.  It is a quote that I have found has a lot of significance for me...also, he was purportedly a south-paw, so he has to be correct!

“You are not here merely to make a living. You are here to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, and with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world. You impoverish yourself if you forget this errand.”  

                                                                                                          ― Woodrow Wilson