Up is Left and Down is Green

 Hey crazy cats, another week is flying by at speeds that rival a hummingbird's fart (doggone that's fast!). I want to get to the entry as soon as possible today. I wanted to discuss the beautiful and often awkward subject of the crush.
 We've all had it when we were young. We all remember how terribly uncomfortable we felt when we were around that person. We felt like our world was complete, yet falling apart all at the same time. Their eyes were like shining beacons in the dark, yet we were afraid to look them in their eyes for fear they would see the feeling we harboured for them. Our hearts quickened when we see them and at the same time they make our hearts just want to stop. We find everything wrong with the way we're dressed (when they see us). It really is a blender of emotions.
 We think that these feelings eventually leave when we reach our adulthood. We find it clumsy and embarrassing to continue to feel this way. Some of us, actually find this feeling to be a weakness. We think it to be very childish to even suggest its nurturing and growth. My question is why do we choose to oppress these feelings? Aren't these feelings the ones that poets and artists write about? Aren't these the feelings that last all our lives?
 These feelings eventually develop into something more. These feelings are the foundation of what we will experience later as love. Maybe that's why so many relationships aren't so romantic. Maybe that's why so many relationships fizzle.
 However, my entry is about the way we feel and not even think about telling that person how we feel. Recently, I've had these feelings (believe it or not). I know it's stupid, but I can't bring myself to say anything. Maybe it's for the best. I'd rather keep a friendship. However, the feelings have been there for quite some time. It's hard to rationalize with your heart. It's hard to control what we feel and who for.
 Sounds silly, huh? Why would a grown man (whose almost 40) feel this way. No actions were taken to pursue anything with this person. I believe I hide it very well. As far as she knows, I'm just a funny goober. Again, maybe it's just for the best.
 Some my question to you all is what would you do? I would like to hear some really thought out answers. It's easy to say yes or no. It's really easy to say a prefabricated answer. It's not easy to say what you really feel. It's one of the most difficult things to do.
 I'm really interested to hear some of the responses. As for me, I will not say anything. Not because I'm afraid, but rather I respect this person so much. I don't want to risk damaging something really nice. It's just me. However... Well, let's just say I'm always open to the possibilities.
 Well, I'm calling this one done. Everyone have fun! Keep safe and dream big!

Dr. Psycho Sam's Blah-Blah-Palooza: By-gones be By-gones

 

 Hey crazy cats! We're off and starting another week. Fall is in the air. We, here in Florida, feel it in the air. The temperature this morning was a cool 60 degrees. You can't ask for anything more.
 Enough about the weather! I'm going to jump right into the entry. Today, the subject is going to be about grudges. You know full well we have all had grudges. We get angry at someone and we hold onto negative feelings for as long as possible. We look for reasons to keep in our silly ways. My question is why?
 To understand why people do the things they do is to go completely insane. We are all different, yet so much alike. Most of us laugh at what the consensus thinks is funny. We all get angry at what we all think is an injustice. It is amazing, however, to see how many of us will tend to go against the norm and become angry, to the point of a psychiatrist's golden dream, at people.
 Usually, a grudge is directed to someone we know fairly well. It can be a family member, a best friend, or a co-worker. The grudge goes from an upset feeling to a deep-rooted hate. It's like a venom that takes a strangle-hold on our conscience and heart and does not want to let go. It slowly corrodes the soul and makes us lose our light from within.
 When we look at it like that, there isn't a real reason to keep a grudge against anyone. Sometimes the best thing to do is to let go. The first step is the hardest. It is like walking across hot coals. Yet, it can be done. All it takes is swallowing our pride, keep a check on anger, and letting the other person how you feel without trying to hurt them with attacking words. Tough job, huh?
 I don't pretend to hold the cure-all answer to life's greatest mysteries. I don't pretend to give you the magical spell to make people change who they are. I do talk about who I am, who I've become, and what I feel. Some will like it. Some will hate me...even more. I try to be the best person possible. Life is way too short to hate.
 I recently had an encounter with a person who I was truly upset at. We sort of stopped talking to each other on a really sour note. Two months had passed before we started talking again. We didn't start off by saying we were sorry or that we had valid reasons for our argument. We just simply started talking. We were reminded how great it was just to talk. It was like going back to the way we used to talk before the argument.
 About half way through our talk, we started to talk about what happened. Instead of arguing, we talked. We said we were sorry. It wasn't a forced apology. It was geniune. It was beautiful. Our friendship stood the test of an argument. Our foundation has been solidified.
 Now, the question is were we holding a grudge against each other? No. We were just a little stung. Sometimes, in friendships, stuff like that happens. I'm just glad it worked out very well. I don't like making enemies. Life is about making positive influences on other people's lives.
 Now, if we could only do the same with.....nevermind. Having that happen is like wishing for a million dollars. It could happen, but chances are slim...
 Anyway folks, I'm calling this one done. Have an outstanding week. Keep safe and dream big!

It's a Smelly Situation

 Hey crazy cats! It's another beautiful day in sunny Florida. The Fall brings cooler temperatures and a nice cool breeze. Ah yes! The luxury of living in paradise!
 My blog today is a revisit to an old subject. When I worked at another part of the hospital, I was confronted by it day after day. When I moved to my current position, I was under the impression that I would never be subjected to the cruelty of it again! I am talking, of course, of very smelly body odor!
 Usually, I would be talking about smelly people that come off the street. Some of them have the excuse of being homeless (which is really sad. I wish more were done to help these people). Others, just really don't care or are trying to fool the system by making think that they are crazy.
 My whole problem isn't really with these people. It's with fellow employees that smell so bad they would make maggots gag! They literally smell so bad I have gotten sudden uncontrollable fits of rage! You all know what I'm talking about. That rage you get when the smell takes you by surprise. The smell is like a terrorist attacking your nostrils, with no mercy what so ever. These people's breath smell so bad it seems like they ate a gym sock sandwich! You swear that they intentionally ate hot garbage, filled with nasty rotten codfish, and purposely set out ruin every one's day.
 One thing is to have a mental disorder, in which your judgement for cleanliness is impaired. Another thing is to not give a fat rat's butt about not cleaning yourself. At first, you try to be supportive. You try to drop hints like saying how bad it smells. Then, it escalates to giving perfumes and soaps as Christmas or birthday presents. Finally, it reaches the pinnicle of putting up Glade Air Fresheners!
 I think that at this point the clues are very clear. Yet, to some, they are not! I am beginning to believe that only a bullhorn point-blank on the ears would be the only way to get the message across. Maybe, I could just take a bat write "smelly" on it and hit them across the face. Yet, I still don't think it will work.
 So, what to do? If I were still in the Navy, I doubt it would've lasted that long. I remember one time a sailor didn't like to showers. He was instructed to take showers under supervision. Worse yet, he had to demonstrate the use of soap. That's embarrassing if you ask me!
 So, here I am. I'm stuck with some smelly people. I tried putting Vicks up my nose, breathing through my mouth (like they do at the medical examiner's office), Febreeze, Plug-ins, and puking. Is it fair that I'm being subjected to some chemical warfare? No! Is it fair that I'm losing brain cells everytime I smell this person? No. Hopefully, some cosmic force is going to make things right.
 Anyways folks, I'm calling this one done. I hope everyone enjoys their weekend. See you all back here soon. Keep safe and dream big.....someone pass the Lysol!