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The ebbs and flows of this alcoholic. It's all true. Sometimes I'm serious. Sometimes I'm not. The episodes tend to be short.

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Whether alcoholism is an actual disease or not

Content published: Mar 23, 2017 at 8:17 am CDT
· podcast published: May 25, 2019 at 12:30 pm CDT

The Doctors Opinion chapter from Alcoholics Anonymous

I have back and forth feelings of whether alcoholism is an actual disease like hepatitis or something. I guess at the end of the day it doesn't matter to me, doesn't change that my soul was sick. Emotionally distraught to the point it was affecting everything from my sleeping to my shitting to my relationships with Maggie and my cats. You that know me personally know my story.

Did you ever see Back to School with Rodney Dangerfield? It's from the mid 80s, light hearted, goofy, classic Dangerfield.

There's a scene where he's arguing with his professor about selling widgets. Dangerfield gets hung up on what exactly a widget is and the professor exasperated finally says...

It's a fictional product, it doesn't matter.

That's a powerful train of thought for me. Sometimes I can get hung up on wanting to debate a topic and often it's because I'm wanting to deflect looking at my own issues. I resist so I don't need to peer inward.

When I'm deflecting I need to remember to self-critique. Maybe there's something I'm avoiding. And if so, the debate "doesn't matter."

It's weird how I remember these lines from movies and they graft themselves into, make up part of my spiritual being. 😉

Anyways. Is alcoholism a true medical disease? I don't care. What I do care about, what does matter is that I can't drink responsibly. I drink irresponsibly to the point of excess. I get frantic when I don't drink. It becomes the only thing I care about. Above all else. That's what does matter.

Also, as a last thing. I do think it's a proper medical illness. The way alcoholics are utterly consumed by the cravings and will drink to literal death, well that's just not a lack of willpower.

#alcoholism #healthnews #protip #diariespodcast


zumpknows · Mar 23, 2017 at 9:44 am

This may have been a stumbling block for me when I was trying to bargain with alcohol, but there was no doubt that it was an addiction. Maybe it was a selective addiction, but it was my addiction to battle. And the battle became easier once I surrendered.

coolcrosby · Mar 23, 2017 at 12:22 pm

I agree that alcoholism is a disease; moreover, and more importantly all the overwhelming scientific and medical consensus is that alcoholism is a disease.

SOmuch2learn · Mar 23, 2017 at 3:47 pm

I agree that alcoholism is a disease. It helped me understand and accept my alcoholism after I read Under the Influence by Ketcham and Milam.

gafflebitters · Mar 23, 2017 at 12:22 pm

Thanks for this post, I agree with you and I have similar movie experiences.

LokiGrue · Mar 23, 2017 at 3:54 pm

As the long suffering spouse of an Alcoholic, I am sick of the “It’s a disease” mantra—it’s an excuse to not make the fucking choice to stop fucking drinking.
It’s a “Disease” so it can get an ICD-10 Code, and people can get Insurance paying for treatment. Follow the fucking money.
I’m sorry. She’s relapsing and I am tired of the excuses.

LokiGrue · Mar 23, 2017 at 12:28 pm

The “disease” is just an excuse, not a reason. Are you getting help for yourself by going to Alanon?
I don’t do “Higher Powers.”

SOmuch2learn · Mar 23, 2017 at 4:40 pm

I don’t do “god” either. I’m an atheist but found both AA and Alanon very helpful. I just let the stuff that doesn’t apply to me slide off—I wear a teflon shield.

I am very sorry about your wife. Alcoholism is heartbreaking. I would have gone crazy without the support I gained from Alanon.

Anonymous · Mar 23, 2017 at 5:43 pm

I am sorry your wife is relapsing. Do you really, really feel that she is ‘chosing’ to drink over you/your family?

It may help to understand what is going on in her brain…. what makes her different…. why she struggles to not relapse….

This short 3 minute video should give you a little more insight, and (I very much hope!) something to understand and then work together to get help with.

http://lundbeck.com/global/brain-disorders/disease-areas/other-diseases/alcohol-dependence

It is not her fault that she has developed this condition, but it IS her choice to find something that helps her to move forwards.

LokiGrue · Mar 23, 2017 at 6:02 pm

I’m sick of this shit. Thankfully we’ve no children. She knows that I’ve drawn a line in the sand: She has two choices: Continue to drink and be served with Divorce papers, or not drink and we will stay married.

She keeps whining “it’s not that simple!” Yes, it is actually. It may not be easy, but it is simple. And I have had enough. Another drink=Divorce.

tcr! tcr! · Mar 23, 2017 at 6:11 pm

Ya, I don’t blame you. Living with an alcoholic gets old real quick. And then nothing ever changes no matter how much we plead and beg and threaten. Just take care you and let your wife take care of herself. Just my 2 cents. :)

Anonymous · Mar 23, 2017 at 6:22 pm

Your decision to make of course, but I think sadly…. at some point, whether in the near or distant future… you will be serving those divorce papers. Without help, it is extremely unlikely that she will be able to refrain from drinking for any meaningful length of time.

All the medical evidence demonstrates that her brain has been altered by repeated alcohol use. The pathway in her brain that associates alcohol = reward is stronger than all the others.
Whilst you may chose not to believe it, and to maintain that she has a choice in the matter, that doesn’t make it any less true. You are correct, it is not easy. But she is also correct, it isn’t that simple.

Once someone has become alcohol dependent, it is NOT a choice any longer.

stankost · Mar 25, 2017 at 6:11 pm

I think you have a valid point, it was a “personality disorder” few years ago,now it is a “disease”, but ICD had qualified “homosexuality” as mental illness in the past, but today you will be crucified for such statement, so I am also not convinced that alcoholism is a disease (it can lead to a bunch of medical problems of course). However, it is not easy for an alcoholic “just not to drink”.

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May 25, 2019
diaries for 2018 - book now available

Content published: Apr 29, 2019 at 2:00 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 29, 2019 at 2:00 pm CDT

diaries for 2018 tcr eyes closed

After all my moaning my 2018 diaries book is now ready to be put in your shopping carts. If you have an unfulfilled diaries magazine subscription don’t buy the book. Your paperback will be in the mail soon.

The ones available here on the site are autographed, too. Paperback and Kindle editions are available on Amazon, non-autographed of course.

You should buy my book. And then tell your friends about it. And share it on social media, as you do. And then leave an Amazon review. I know that’s asking a lot but it would mean the world to me and I’d be eternally grateful. 💙 Sharing and reviews really do help.

It’d be really cool if I could just do my writing (both spiritual and ridiculous) and earn a living doing such. As it is now, I do both when I have time. I hate making room for those things that are truly important. I just want to do those things that absolutely make truly my heart sing all the fucking time.

I have at least 15 pieces that I’ve started writing but haven’t had the chance to finish. I have to feel what I’m writing or else the words come across like a piece of shit. And the writing zone isn’t something I can just turn on when I have 15 minutes to spare.

And then I have at least 50 podcast episodes I could record but again, I have to be in the mood. Otherwise the words come out of my mouth like I’m an uncaring automaton.

Anyways, I’ll quit bemoaning. Go buy my book. 😊

Peace out, death to dogmas.

#diariesbook #diariespodcast #forsale

Get the diaries for 2018 book


tcr! tcr! · Apr 29, 2019 at 2:37 pm

PS- The cover only went through four progressions. Sara vetoed the first cover straight away… 😊

Hater McGhray Hater McGhray · Apr 29, 2019 at 2:54 pm

Sara was right.

tcr! tcr! · Apr 29, 2019 at 6:51 pm

Absolutely right. She usually is 😊

JJania · Apr 29, 2019 at 2:56 pm

I’ll be getting my paperback Wednesday.

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Apr 29, 2019
If I'm feeling the same way

Content published: Oct 17, 2018 at 7:35 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 19, 2019 at 10:00 am CDT

Truck with pink cloud

If I’m feeling the same way a few days later about something I need to make peace with it. Or not.

It’s true that the only thing I have to do with my feelings is feel them but sometimes they linger. They don’t resolve. And then I have to do something. I need to take action.

Often times that action is just accepting whatever happened that caused my unrest to begin with. If the situation involved another person, for example, how would I act around them if it didn’t happen at all?

That’s how I accept things. It’s not hard once I decide that I want to move forward in life. Regardless of where my feelings are at.

Acting differently than how I feel isn’t denying my feelings or pretending whatever didn’t happened. It’s me deciding that I’m done with all that and am going to move on even if my heart is telling me something else.

It’s not usual when the only closure I get is accepting that I won’t get resolution. That’s a realization I get to in my head because feelings can be icky and sticky.

Like watching somebody leave when I want them to stay. I give them a hug and a kiss on the cheek, watch them get into the car and drive down the street. My heart twists as the taillights drive away. The physical bond between us stretches and dissolves as the car gets smaller.

To the left. Around a bend. Disappear. Gone is gone.

I turn and hobble up the sidewalk, the fallen leaves are too coincidental. The chilly air a nuisance, the gray sky unwanted.

Inside the tears drip down like droplets over the outside of a boiling pot. Steam on the lid and mist in my eyes making it too hard to see what’s inside. Everything’s overflowing. Everything’s too much.

The house isn’t empty but I’d rather be by myself. Alone I turn off the stove and the pot and the water start to cool. Just a minute ago the somebody was there and now I only have a fading memory.

Okay stop. Enough with the melodrama.

There was never a stove. Nor a boiling pot.

Feelings are beautiful, magical things and experiencing them makes us whole human beings. They’re the yin to the intellect’s yan.

But they don’t run the show and allowing them to will only end up making life miserable.

#advancedsoul #diariespodcast


Richard · Oct 19, 2018 at 5:18 am

Nice.
Got it.
Thanks.

marney0160 marney0160 · Oct 20, 2018 at 9:04 am

Nice! Thanks for the reminder…

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Apr 19, 2019
Pillsbury's Candy Apple frosting

Content published: Oct 14, 2018 at 10:09 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 18, 2019 at 7:30 am CDT

Pillsbury Candy Apple frosting

Sometimes I’ll got out on a culinary limb. A daring yet delectable escapade, laying out loads of cash for adventurous taste combinations that send the conservatives repulsed to the bakeries of safety.

For example, in this year of 2018, this month of October, I dropped Candy Apple frosting from Pillsbury into my basket, impromptu style while in the aisles of Blue Goose. A one-handed yet non-acrobatic feat that impressed shoppers clear yonder to the western deli department.

Basket maneuvers aside, be aware impulsive and intrigued icing shoppers, concede to my financial frosting fiasco. This cake topping may look moist and delicious on the box but the taste and texture is more akin to sweet, fluffy lipstick.

There may be a market for apple red lipstick for the baked cakes but I'm not included in it.

One might ask how I know what lipstick tastes like. That would be a very good question to ask.

🍰💄🤔 #photos #allislost #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Oct 14, 2018 at 11:23 pm

It looks nasty!

tcr! tcr! · Oct 15, 2018 at 10:12 am

I thought it looked delicious! Like a thick, fire engine red pillowy pudding.

Kelly K · Oct 15, 2018 at 6:26 am

Fantastic review! Wish I had been there to see the basket drop.

tcr! tcr! · Oct 15, 2018 at 10:14 am

Usually I’m in Blue Goose once a week. Perhaps our grocery paths will cross one day.

Kelly K · Oct 15, 2018 at 5:18 pm

I can only hope!

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Apr 18, 2019
Let the ideas go

Content published: Oct 11, 2018 at 11:27 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 14, 2019 at 6:10 pm CDT

I have ideas all the time, things I wanna do around the house or to my truck, or books I wanna write or pictures I wanna take. If it’s a really good idea I’ll get excited about it. If I’m really excited with my idea, I’ll actually do it. If I have other things going on, I’ll adjust my schedule to turn my idea into a real thing.

If I can’t budge my schedule because I have other priorities, then I forget about my idea. I don’t write it down. I’ll just let it die in my head. Because if my idea is really good I’ll have the same idea again. If my idea wasn’t that good, it probably deserves to fade away.

When my ideas die, I don’t feed bad or feel like I’m not enough. I don’t get discouraged because I don’t have the time or whatever. I just let the ideas go. I can’t do everything I ever wanted and that’s okay.

And that one idea, if I didn’t have enough passion or drive to make it happen, isn’t going to change the world anyway. It’s not gonna make me a whole person nor is it gonna be a silver bullet to end world hunger or a golden chalice to bring about world peace.

I may have read the gist of all of this somewhere else. I can’t remember. But letting ideas go is an idea I had (mine or not) that's worth sharing.

#protip #diariespodcast


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Oct 11, 2018 at 4:30 pm

Snoopy is a catch-all for me because he’s so cool. And this image in particular, he’s just Joe Cool. Shit eating grin and zero given. That’s “why Snoopy?”

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Apr 14, 2019
FMN.mp3

Content published: Apr 6, 2019 at 1:20 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 6, 2019 at 1:20 pm CDT

Please enjoy a song I recorded sometime in the late 90s, maybe 1998. Of course I wrote all the lyrics and music and played all the instruments. Because that's what you do when you're me.

The additional vocals/voices are messages left on my home answering machine. When those were a thing.

You are not a slave.
You are not a fucking slave.

2486 5017-6 18509 55

To accept the charges press 1 now.

The more I am made to feel leashed and shaved,
the less I am enticed by the dull warmth.
Radiating your cage, butterflying lice.
Radiation your face, acne price.

Touch. Punch. Fuck.
Touch me now. Punch me now. Fuck me now.
I am cold.

You might scare people with that message.
It was a good ‘un. Wouldn’t scare no body.

The more I am tricked by grandpa thoughts and fleshed bricks,
the less I am willing to forgive the scars.
Wound to lick, skinned up bars,
human ticks, candy jars,
control fix, dysfunction par.

Touch. Punch. Fuck.
Touch me now. Punch me now. Fuck me now.
I am cold.

You are not a slave.
K, you’re aren’t very commercial but that’s okay.
Fuck commercialization.
Fuck the diabolic clown cauldron, alright.
You are not a slave.

You might scare people with that message.
But you are not fucking a slave.
It was a good ‘un. Wouldn’t scare no body.

To accept the charges press 1 now.

So does your whore.

The more I am molded with foil and Christmas coal,
the less I am ready for hot pocket guilt.
Redundant scolds, nasal silk,
50s hold, pinball tilt,
coward bold, razor built,
heart of mold, blood of milk.

Touch. Punch. Fuck.
Touch me now. Punch me now. Fuck me now.
I am cold.

But you are not fucking a slave.

paint your fingernails

Alias: grahm sexton
Title: FMN

#tcrmusic #diariespodcast

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Apr 06, 2019
He was a nervous, jittery guy

Content published: Oct 10, 2018 at 12:30 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 5, 2019 at 3:15 pm CDT

Teen Paranormal Romance

Years ago I used to work with this client, aliased Jack, who would continually get on my nerves. He wasn’t a bad guy but every now and then he would email[1] me a question, looking for an answer to something we’d been over and over again.

I would read his email and think, “Why the fuck are you asking me this? We’ve already talked about it. More than once. I got better shit to do than repeat myself. For the third time.”

I saw the email conversations as nothing but ridiculous.

No, the world’s not gonna blow up if you click that button. If it could blow up, my annoying little friend, you wouldn’t be able to see the button, let alone click the fucking button.

Obviously customer service doesn’t run in my blood. I like talking with my friends and family but I’m not a big fan of talking to people when I “have to.” By and large there’s little interest in me to hand out warm fuzzies to the clients. I like to write code at work, not give hugs.

So back to Jack.

I was thinking about him this morning because thoughts come and go, as they do. He was a nervous, jittery guy. Anxious pretty much every time I spoke with him. He would often get five steps ahead of me when we were reviewing his projects and I’d be like, “dude, slow down.” I would actually call him “dude” which is my polite way of saying “you moron.”

But time equals clarity and so I tend to think with those calls and emails what he was after was reassurance. He was looking to be comforted in someway if you will. Don’t make that weird because it’s not. But maybe he was homosexual, I don’t know.[2]

I doubt if him wanting a professional “hug” was a front-burner thought. It’s not unusual for people to create little messes in their mind, get themselves all worked up and bent out of shape, and then lean on somebody they trust. Someone who’ll tell them it’s okay, that everything’s fine. Someone who'll offer solutions to their problems.

And then life can be right for a moment.

I don’t know for sure that’s what was up with Jack but it’s what I’m inclined to think.

Being in touch with what other people are feeling or needing is not something that comes naturally to me. I’m a man, not an empath. I have to consciously pay attention to those around me or else I’ll be content in my own imaginary land of Hobbitses and/or Synthetics.

That will sometimes get me in trouble, too.

Here's a quote by David F. Swink:

Having poor empathy skills can lead to serious consequences. It can lead to conflict born of misunderstanding. Without it we can feel lonely within a relationship. Lack of empathy can cause companies to make catastrophic blunders that alienate their customers or employees and it can even incite violence.[3]

Hopefully I’ve never incited violence. I do have the occasion thought of hitting someone on the head with a hammer though.[4]

Thinking about Jack in the here and now it’s easier to see where his antics were coming from, hindsight being 20/20 and all that. There’s nothing I can do about that relationship now but I can maybe carry a little extra empathy into my present day interactions with Jill, aliased of course.

Last paragraph: sometimes we make amends to someone by being a little bit nicer to the next guy.


  1. He stopped calling me once he figured out I always sent him to voicemail.

  2. I was being silly just then.

  3. Source: I Don't Feel Your Pain: Overcoming Roadblocks to Empathy.

  4. Again, I was being silly.

#advancedsoul #relationships #diariespodcast

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Apr 05, 2019
What did you expect was going to happen?

Content published: Jul 18, 2017 at 7:47 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 3, 2019 at 8:55 pm CDT

One time she asked me in a hostile voice: what did you expect was going to happen?

It was rhetorical and stunning like a conversational taser. I had no counter, no retort.

My behaviors and their followup consequences weren’t relevant when we started talking. Emotionally blinded and tunneling with rage on the pain she’d dealt me and not the pain I'd dealt her. Hers was the most recent and according to my Truxion Manual the last person to hurt somebody is what you talk about.

Sitting where I am now years later I don't blame her. For a good many things. Looking back I now expect her to act just like she did.

#relationships #diariespodcast

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Apr 04, 2019
I don't deserve nice things

Content published: Oct 9, 2018 at 9:52 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 26, 2019 at 8:50 pm CDT

Worm in the street

Some time over the weekend I had a dream that it was Wednesday after work and the robot vacuum hadn't done his scheduled cleaning. And then I was crushed and frustrated, defeated and agitated, almost to the brink of tears.

Another substantiated claim that I don't deserve nice things.

It was worse when I was drinking, that train of thought. I’d like to say it surprises me that I still have that thought but it doesn’t.

Really though it’s not about deserving as much as “can’t have nice things.” Because I’ll put myself in impossible situations. Where I’ll never win.

It’s a dysfunctional pattern carried from when I was a teenager or something. Which leads into the struggles of a life inherited. From a previous life. More realistically it’s probably from my genetics. Family of origin stuff, a television spin off.

Desperately pleading that things would get better. But they won’t. They can’t. I stay in those situations because I’ve dug a hole. It’s pretty much impossible to get out. I don’t know how to do anything else.

And we don’t find nice things in holes. They don’t have them.

After spending over a decade in a hole it becomes familiar and comfortable. I can distract myself with my imagination, satisfy myself with make-believe. I can put a nice rug here and maybe a lamp over there.

Sometimes I strive and strain to climb out. But it just doesn’t work. And then I give up. Yet again. It’s easier just to give up, accept that everything’s terrible. Because this is just how it’s going to be.

Obviously I don’t feel spiritual every day. And then I flounder around for a day or two. Maybe a week. Read a spiritual book. Go to a meeting. Hear something that puts me back on track. Points me again in the right direction.

How I feel is not who I am.

God’s got a bigger plan. Maybe I’m not supposed to have nice things right now.

Keep the faith, peeps. Let go absolutely.

#allislost #advancedsoul #diariespodcast #nicethings

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Mar 27, 2019
Seven Sledgehammers

Content published: Oct 4, 2018 at 11:07 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 22, 2019 at 10:15 am CDT

Seven Sledgehammers

Lying is the absolute worst.

“No, I wasn’t drinking. What the hell are you talking about?”

Telling lies. To another person. Makes them crazy. They start to question their own sanity.

Someone has a pretty good idea about something and then we go and sow a row of doubt. It’s twofold. Not only are we handing them a flat out lie, we’re also giving them personal conflict. We’re insisting they stop questioning us and question themselves.

Self-doubt is one of the worst things we can serve somebody. It’s a car wreck for the soul. Twisted metal and broken headlights. Sure, the fender can be bent back but it’ll never be true.

It’s funny that we tell our kids that it’s not what they did that was so bad, it was that they lied about it. And then we grow up as adults and do the same thing. But on a Rushmore, monumental level.

I don’t know about you guys but if someone lies to me that’s just it.

I wrote the above back in August. And then it just sat there not feeling finished.

It’s all fine and good but it’s also abstract. The real stories in life aren’t. The car crash here is that I lied to somebody yesterday. A flat out lie as mentioned above. First time I can remember since I stopped drinking.

I lied because I don’t like this person. I don’t trust them. Being honest gives them ammunition and I don’t like the thought of loading bullets into an unstable person’s gun.

I am kind of disappointed in myself, though. Lying goes against what I believe, who I want to be. In all situations. In all dilemmas.

However, I don’t feel too bad for lying to this particular person. They lie to me on the bimonthly basis, the latest just this past week. I know they lied because I looked it up. I didn’t crucify this person for it but I wanted to. I mean really wanted to.

I could justify the whole situation with some notion about how spiritual truths need not apply in all situations. Cold wars and nuclear armaments. I won’t make more of a case than that because I don’t really have one. Plastic tanks and toy soldiers, peeps.

Would I do it again? Tell a flat out lie? Probably not but I don’t know. Sometimes somebody shines a hot spotlight on us and shit just happens. I don’t like how I feel about lying for sure. I don’t like playing the odds that I’ll get caught. Driving fast doesn’t appeal to me anymore. I don’t want to smash up, crash up somebody’s fender.

So there’s my confession. Two Jim Carrolls and a bottle of wine.

#confessional #diariespodcast


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Oct 4, 2018 at 12:02 pm

I was just thinking about this this morning. When someone asks me something personal, and I don’t feel like answering, I lie my head off to them about it. I mean I was “literally doing battle with pirates” so how could you dare want to know? Or even if I just think the person is stupid. No, I was using my ultra-light aircraft and just floated above all the traffic. There are other exceptions, starting with if I don’t like the person. I’ll lie.

The best reply to all of these situations though is the blank stare. About 5 years ago when I first started at a job, an idiot wanted to know something. After the silence, she says, “Jim I think if you don’t want to answer something you just don’t!” Another person was present, and the second person giggled. I enjoyed that giggle. She let me know she gets me and she was on my side. The inquistor was probably too thick to know how obnoxious they were being, so it might have been all for naught but she eventually stopped asking me stuff like that.

tcr! tcr! · Oct 4, 2018 at 12:43 pm

“an idiot wanted to know something” … this could be title of many a book.

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Mar 22, 2019
Quite possibly hungover

Content published: Oct 2, 2018 at 7:23 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 20, 2019 at 10:30 am CDT

The scene was once again my truck.

I was sitting at a stoplight and a minivan pulled up in the lane next to me.

The wife appeared to be driving and, who I assume to be the husband, was slumped over in the passenger seat. Quite possibly hungover. Renounced pathetic in his silence and downward, saddened gaze.

The engrossing part of this travel tale was that she was scolding him with both hands and all that. Arms flailing. Eyes furious. Teeth gnashing. Murderously chewing his ass upside and down there behind their minivan windows.

This would be a day I would not ever forget if I were him. The guy looked defeated as he sat there frumpily slumped. Acceptive of whatever verbal beating his wife was handing down.

I don’t know if he fucked the dog last night or what, but guys, this dude was in trouble. 😯

#trafficnews #relationships #diariespodcast

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Mar 20, 2019
The case of the conspicuous lawn furniture

Content published: Oct 2, 2018 at 4:36 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 18, 2019 at 3:00 pm CDT

One time when I was drinking I put a lawn chair in the middle of the yard that runs along the side of my house. My thought was that it’d be the perfect spot to keep tabs on the neighbors from a slightly covert location.

A couple days later when I was sober I remembered the lawn chair and returned it to the back deck. I felt somewhat embarrassed afterward as it was a somewhat embarrassing place to have lawn furniture. Sitting shamefully in the grass along the side of the house.

If you ever see a guy sitting in a lawnchair in his side yard, it would be safe to assume he’s drunk.

#alcoholism #homeimprovement #diariespodcast

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Mar 18, 2019
Dedicated and duplicated prayers

Content published: Oct 1, 2018 at 1:03 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 17, 2019 at 3:50 pm CDT

When I’m around you guys it’s easy to be my best self.

I would almost say that it comes naturally. I don’t even think about it.

But there are other times when I’m around other people when there’s nothing easy about being a good person. It takes 100% of my concentration. It takes dedicated and duplicated prayers. It takes front-burner, fore-thought action.

It takes getting to know and being comfortable with my anger beforehand so it’s not overwhelming when I’m around the jerks who live only in their own worlds, who live from only their own point of view.[1]

It takes regular and routine reseting so I don’t get lost in the chaos. It takes pretending to care even when I honestly don’t.

Because at the end of the day people are going to hurt us. They’re going to give us reasons to be angry. The trick is to love them anyway. At all costs.

#advancedsoul #diariespodcast


  1. Granted I do, too, at times but somewhere along the way I was clued into thinking about you guys, too. Your wants, your needs, your feelings before letting what I want become too much of a priority.

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Mar 17, 2019
Almost empty McDonalds

Content published: Sep 29, 2018 at 11:43 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 15, 2019 at 1:45 pm CDT

Almost empty McDonalds

I’m sitting in the McDonalds on State Street in Geneva. Because Egg McMuffins.

This is also the place where Maggie’s mom and I told Maggie that we were getting divorced. It was the most painful conversation I’ve ever had. The most painful day ever. Watching her little nine year old face panic as the conversation unfolded.

It wasn’t a long conversation but it lasted forever to me.

A therapist said to do it in public so the hurt would live outside the home. Sometimes breakups really better are in public. Sometimes it's the better way out.

And as we were driving back home, the three of us, I thought to myself, “I’m never going to that fucking place again.”

But here I am. Cuppa years later.

Because one of the best things I learned was to “give it some time.”

For as long as it takes. Don’t make up your mind. Just put it down. Don’t rush healing. Don't rush the feeling. Let the pain fade. It will if we don’t force its end.

#photos #protip #diariespodcast


Irene · Sep 29, 2018 at 12:14 pm

That’s an interesting theory about a public place. I had never ever heard that before. I guess it would really just depend on all the people involved as to whether or not you wanted that displayed in a public place… Definitely food for thoughtful! Time has a way of healing everything

Irene · Sep 29, 2018 at 12:16 pm

I know I messed up I meant food for thought!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 29, 2018 at 12:40 pm

I knew what you meant 😊

Irene · Sep 29, 2018 at 12:51 pm

Figured you would, but who knows what anyone else would think 😊

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Mar 15, 2019
Do you ever wake up cranky for no good reason?

Content published: Sep 28, 2018 at 8:54 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 14, 2019 at 9:05 am CDT

And then when you’re walking down the stairs you say “fuck those guys” but there are no guys there?

And then when you’re standing in the kitchen getting your lunch ready you see a teeny purple flower on the floor and say “get the fuck out of here” and kick it under the stove?

And then Alexa plays Kiss Me Deadly and then you think to yourself “Why does Ozzy get to hold heaven in the palm of his hand? Fuck that.”

And then when you’re driving to work your phone vibrates in your pocket so you pull it out and see it’s an email from Amazon Prime Video. They’re canceling your Comic-Con HQ Subscription because the channel is no longer available. And then you say “I don’t give a fuck about that. I never did.”

And then when you're sitting at your work desk pondering all the fucks you’ve said before 9AM this very morning, you remember that not all the stories end with a spiritual revelation.

Happy Friday, peeps!! 🙄

#thestruggleisreal #diariespodcast


tism tism · Sep 28, 2018 at 9:49 am

You’ve given the balance of your fucks away before noon!!!!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 28, 2018 at 10:57 am

I know!! I’ll always keep a reserve though. Because there are some days when everything is exaggeratedly terrible.

tism tism · Sep 28, 2018 at 11:09 am

You so smart. :-)

Karly · Sep 28, 2018 at 10:17 am

So if you gave a “fuck that” for each thing in your morning to emulate that you had zero fucks to give…..did you really give zero fucks? I feel like this needs a mathematical theory written about it.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 28, 2018 at 10:55 am

Yep. I can’t say “zero fucks given” though, that’s somebody else’s mantra. But yeah, your equations line up.

Mitchell · Sep 28, 2018 at 7:03 pm

Omg can so relate just one of them days is how I look at it

chrisrich · Sep 29, 2018 at 4:26 pm

Is “Fuck that” a prayer? I want to think a sponsor told me that but maybe…… i just wish a sponsor told me that.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 30, 2018 at 8:42 am

It’s definitely a prayer. A “letting go” kinda prayer generally reserved for cloudy days.

chrisrich · Sep 30, 2018 at 9:14 am

Ok I’m running with that!!!!

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Mar 14, 2019
Withholding the Cheese Puffs

Content published: Sep 21, 2018 at 5:06 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 12, 2019 at 11:00 am CDT

Guys, I just witnessed a heated couples exchange inside one of our local Walgreens.

A man was outright denying his wife of her Friday snacks because apparently she “already had her daily allotment of cheese puffs.”

She then retorted or snorted, “Oh no, I’m a get my cheese puffs” with the bitterness you’d expect of dreams shattered in full view of the other drugstore patrons.

I can see both sides really. I mean they sell a 20 ounce plastic tumbler of them (Market Pantry brand) at SuperTarget so they must be good. On the other hand... Well, I can’t think of another hand. I can’t come up with one good valid reason to deprive your girl of cheese puffs if she wants cheese puffs. You won’t get lucky tonight withholding their fluffy orange texture.

Anyways, I thought for sure she was gonna hook his leg with her cane and send him to the floor in a crumpled heap of senior citizen. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time.

I grabbed my receipt from the cashier and made my least hasty exit. The couple then disappeared down the food + drinks aisle so I have no finale for this yarn. Sorry.

And now as I sit in the Walgreens parking lot on the corner of State Street and wherever I am, I’m enjoying these sweet, first, few drinks of this refreshing can (16 ounce) of Coca-Cola. It’s not the good stuff that the aforementioned SuperTarget imports from Mexico but it’ll do on this Friday afternoon.

16 ounce Coke can

Anyways 2, happy weekend everybody. I hope this is your best one yet.

#photos #snacks #soda #diariespodcast


ahrens · Sep 21, 2018 at 6:04 pm

What’s up with the branch with leaves on it in your car? 😉

tcr! tcr! · Sep 21, 2018 at 6:12 pm

I got it at the second Nightmare on Chicago Street I ever went to up in Elgin. It was laying on the ground in its own crumpled heap of plastic greenery as I was making yet another of my least hasty exits. When I got back to my truck I stuck it into my cigarette lighter outlet thing and it’s lived there ever since… 🌿

tcr! tcr! · Sep 21, 2018 at 6:41 pm

WAIT. That’s a lie. It’s not in the cigarette lighter outlet. It’s in the keyhole next to it that controls the airbags!

I didn’t want to run the risk that this garden-variety plastic ivy one would find at your neighborhood Joann’s art and craft store would catch fire.

In related news… One time I put my truck key in the keyhole, hoping it would open the door way to Narnia. But alas there was no such transportation reward. Only shed tears in the salty realization that I would indeed have to go to work. 😢

ahrens · Sep 21, 2018 at 7:14 pm

Thank you for your honesty. My first thought was maybe it was eucalyptus and you had a koala bear. That would be pretty rad. Please know, I do not judge a man’s greenery he keeps in his car.

McIntyre 13 · Sep 21, 2018 at 10:37 pm

This thread makes me smile. 😁 Or maybe it’s just my muscle relaxant kicking in. Either way thanks for the laugh guys

tcr! tcr! · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:29 am

My two cents but the koala ain’t a stranger to muscle relaxants.

Shari H · Sep 21, 2018 at 6:16 pm

Look…if you’re gonna feed us interesting tidbits on conversations overheard. You’re gonna hafta stick around for the ending. You’re public depends on you!

Roda · Sep 21, 2018 at 6:18 pm

MFer, don’t mess with my comfort food after a hard day on a Friday.

Redmondton · Sep 21, 2018 at 6:41 pm

Pint can legit, strong work

Murisa DM · Sep 21, 2018 at 7:43 pm

Are you an author? You should write a book… your stores are so funny and so well written.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 21, 2018 at 9:04 pm

I regularly submit my stuff to publishers, etc. but so far nobody’s been interested. 🙄

Finkler · Sep 21, 2018 at 10:24 pm

I loved this!!
We do love our cheese puffs tho..

Pad Nevin · Sep 21, 2018 at 11:02 pm

Literally clicked the comment section just to ask this question. Past few posts I read are the most simplest interactions that can and likely happen daily and you make it interesting to read.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:11 am

Thank you!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:34 am

I write more serious stuff, too.

ahrens · Sep 21, 2018 at 8:00 pm

Walgreens is always located at the corner of HAPPY and HEALTHY, not State and “whatever”

tcr! tcr! · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:27 am

I don’t know. I go into the St. Charles’ Walgreens on the corner of Main Street and Sweet Tomatoes a couple times a week and there’s one cashier that’s borderline anti-happy.

Seriously, she asks for my Walgreens Rewards card each and every visit regardless of how many times I’ve said, “Listen shopping gestapo, you’re not tracking how many sodas I buy in the name of steep discounts and customer perks!”

Well, my wit’s not that quick in public or under Freddie’s pressure so that’s what I like to think I’ll say the next time I’m standing in her aisle as she’s questioning the cards in my wallet and reviewing a 3” ecig box with a scrupulous monocle, flipping the box over and over again looking for the 2” barcode.

It’s on the fracking back where 90% of the barcodes in the world are!!!

ahrens · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:14 am

Ok. First, Henry is my homie. He is so nice.
Next, ecigs are bad news. When you know better, you do better. You have one set of lungs, take care of them.
Finally, I use my bucks on Cheetos 😂

Mustari Jones · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:27 am

ahrens, you are friggin killing me. 😂🤣

Mustari Jones · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:29 am

This is LITERALLY the best thing on the internet this weekend.

ahrens · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:34 am

This is such a deep conversation, right? Love it.

ahrens · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:44 am

Perhaps Walgreens is not your scene. For all of the times I have entered my rewards number, I have yet to be rewarded. CVS is where it’s at. Once you get over the fact that your receipt is as long as 3 football fields, you realize you win the lotto during every shopping experience. I earn all of these bucks for whatever reason and I just roll with it. Some people are addicted to crack and/or bath salts but CVS is my weakness.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 22, 2018 at 3:38 pm

There’s this dude named Henry that works at the CVS close to my house. He’s worked there ever since I moved to my neighborhood back in the 00s. He, too, asks for my CVS card every time I see him. Even if we’re not in CVS. One time I was out feeding homeless children on the upper west side on a sunny Saturday, not unlike today. Henry pulled up, in what I assume to be his blue BMW and Keanu shades, and said, “CVS card…” in his oh so cool Nigerian accent.

I might spring for a CVS card if they sold ecig paraphernalia by the pound but they seem to be anti-nicotine these days. And then they got those midget shopping carts that people still insist on filling up like their at Costco on Randall.

Regardless, the real question is what do you do with all your earned bucks? Do they automagically discount your next receipt when you go in?

ns kraut · Sep 21, 2018 at 9:52 pm

That will be me and my husband in 30 years. He already tells me i can’t get more cheese its. I need a cane…

tcr! tcr! · Sep 22, 2018 at 8:14 am

You could probably buy one at Walgreens. If not, Riley Drug (also on State Street and whatever) carries them. I’ve tried their canes out. Clean finish, solid construction, helpful staff.

Steer Steerup · Sep 23, 2018 at 9:15 am

She’s diabetic and shouldn’t have carbs. He cares about her.

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Mar 12, 2019
Stop looking for proof

Content published: Sep 21, 2018 at 11:23 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 10, 2019 at 10:33 am CDT

Stop looking for proof

Looking for reasons why things would fail used to be a big part of my day.

I devoted hours to it. Always poking around under the hood for clues to prove that whoever I’d gotten close to was up to no good. That I was going to get hurt. That people were evil.

Reviewing all the data at frequent intervals.

If that all sounds dumb it’s because it was.

I didn’t trust people or the cosmos. I knew the fingerprints were somewhere, I just had to find them. Keep dusting, keep analyzing. Always teetering on the brink of crazy.

Where is the evidence?

When I didn’t find any, it didn’t matter. I knew something was there somewhere. I just had to keep looking. Patiently waiting for some unspoken testimony because sooner or later I’d get a confirmation, a conviction, and then all my doubts and nightmares would come true.

And then if I did get absolute confirmation that there was indeed absolutely nothing going on, I couldn’t even relax with the sound judgement that everything was good. I was too battle-exhausted from my search. I was too shaken by the possibility that it could happen, that I could find something.

I needed to stop looking for proof. Do you know what happened when I did look? I made the very people who loved me crazy. I pushed them away until they left.

I’m divorced twice. It’s a real thing that we bring what we most fear into our lives by being absurdly afraid of it.

Looking at my case files it's pretty clear now that it was never about the other person or what they were doing. It was about me and my insecurities. I needed to “quit” all the scrutiny if I wanted to have a healthy, peaceful connection with another person.

With Sara, I still keep a close eye on things but in this very moment I look for proof why things *will* work. Reverse the numbers and flip the math. Cherish the very reasons why love wins. Embrace what flows freely when I be my best self.

And then all my hopes and dreams come true.

#lettherebehope #relationships #diariespodcast


tism tism · Sep 21, 2018 at 11:43 am

That is a very hard thing to do. Congrats to you sir. :-)

tcr! tcr! · Sep 21, 2018 at 12:05 pm

Yep. Dealing with my insecurities was the hard part for me. After that then the search for clues wasn’t important. 😊

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Sep 21, 2018 at 12:16 pm

You deserve this. Unreasonable Happiness is your birthright. Claim it.

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Sep 21, 2018 at 12:17 pm

Who’s the critter in the frame?

tcr! tcr! · Sep 21, 2018 at 1:06 pm

I believe it to be a praying mantis but usually I don’t know what I’m talking about.

sprout · Sep 21, 2018 at 1:55 pm

This rings very true for me, as it most likely does for many. Especially those of us who come from a world of using and abusing, there is often more hurt, abuse, betrayal than not. But growing older and learning to trust your partner… that’s actually a way of trusting yourself. And that has been the hardest part for me. Thank you for sharing this, Travis. It gives me some things to reflect upon and appreciate today.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 21, 2018 at 2:44 pm

> there is often more hurt, abuse, betrayal than not
For sure. There’s a reason why we are the way we are. I also believe that you can trust yoruself. There’s nothing but good inside you. 😊

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Mar 10, 2019
Like I'm going to fall over

Content published: Apr 17, 2018 at 7:26 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 8, 2019 at 8:58 am CDT

I haven’t been writing as much because I’ve been struggling with my nicotine addiction. All sorts of things happen and don’t happen when I try to quit.

Sometimes I’ll spout off something about quitting on social media or whatever but lately I’ve just been keeping my struggles to myself. Because unless somebody was a daily smoker for over 30 years, they don’t really get it. I know people are trying to help but move along. Sometimes we just need to vent.

And then vaping made my addiction even worse because I could do it anywhere at anytime. I would vape at Maggie’s school during her recitals and in team meetings at work, too. I would use my vapor in the dentist’s restroom before I went in to see them.

When I go into withdrawal my ears will ring. Ring to the point that I can hear them in the next room. My head will start to hurt. Like I have a vice slowly squeezing my temples. It’s not a sharp pain but dull and warm and oh so intense. And when it’s really bad I’ll start to get lightheaded. Like I’m going to fall over. Detox always makes my stomach bloated and gurgly regardless of which drug it is. My intestines will fill with witches brew and putrid toxins.

I’ve not been sleeping that great at night which makes it hard for me to concentrate throughout the day. Concentrate on writing or whatever. And then because I’m tired I drink more caffeine. In the early evening when I’m dragging both feet I'll make a couple cups of coffee because I’m missing my old smoking friend. I’ll jump from one drug to another. Trade this addiction for that one. I didn’t realize I was even doing it at first with the coffees because when you’re a drug addict the addiction is sneaky and silent.

I've quit smoking probably 20 times and generally end up smoking again because the physical pain gets to be too much. And I know that if I smoke or vape or whatever all that pain goes away.

And then I stopped this morning and bought a pack cigarettes because the hellfire withdrawal had been kicking my ass for the better part of two days. I’ll do that every now and then, buy a pack, smoke one or two and then throw the unsmoked away.

I never tell anyone when I buy a pack of cigarettes because everybody is always disappointed. Because I’m the poster child for success or something.

...

It was snowing this morning. In the middle of April. And as I was standing outside the gas station smoking, a guy came up to me and asked for a cigarette. He had to be at least 20 years younger and wasn't wearing a winter coat. He was missing half of his index and middle fingers on one hand. He had a plastic grocery sack full of things he hadn’t bought recently.

He seemed reluctant to ask me for a smoke but he still did because nicotine is a powerful bitch. I gave him three cigarettes and he was more than grateful. I could see the look of relief on his face. I treated him with dignity and respect because all people deserve that no matter where they are in life. No matter what really.

He reminded me of my 19 year old self when I lived in Cedar Rapids with one of my brothers. No job, no money, and desperately needing something to fill my soul. Standing in the morning snowfall regardless of the cold, feeding my addictions however I could.

Somehow I made it out of that era with all my fingers and toes attached. But I easily couldn't have. Somehow I made it out of that life alive and now have my own house, a career, beautiful daughters, a gorgeous girlfriend, and all that.

Somehow I made it over the hump and to the place where I have a choice in life.

Driving away I wish I would’ve given him the whole pack. I wanted to tell him that he could make it out, too. Make it out of whatever place he was in. That life is bigger than where your next cigarette comes from.

But I didn’t think about any of that until I was driving away. Plus, I’m suspicious by default.

Anyways, never underestimate the impact you have on people, especially strangers.

#confessional #smokersunite #diariespodcast

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Mar 08, 2019
Confront your feelings

Content published: Mar 7, 2019 at 7:00 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 8, 2019 at 7:52 am CDT

20190307 Confront your feelings

I've been writing and recording music for close to 30 years. This is the latest track. You should listen to it with headphones.

The words below are various thoughts I've had and one-liners I've collected over the last year. They seem to go hand in hand with the audio. We can't be a fruity butterfly all the time.


Intolerant. Not verbally just mentally.

Disenfranchised. Disenchanted. Disillusioned.

All fabulous words.

Inadequate to my own hopes.

Approval makes us do things we wish we wouldn’t have done.

There’s no punchline. It’s all set up and no delivery. Just like my life. Everything is terrible.

If you don’t confront your feelings they will confront you.
Leonard Snart

Don't take yourself too seriously.

Here's the big secret: nobody's happy.

#diariespodcast #diariesvideo #allislost

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Mar 08, 2019
The notion that I can quit

Content published: Sep 19, 2018 at 8:19 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 7, 2019 at 10:18 am CDT

Flowers with raindrops

My favorite Freakonomomics[1] podcast is from a few years back. It’s beautifying titled, The Upside of Quitting.

It’s also the only podcast I’ve listened to more than twice. The episode is one of those things that changed everything. It’s become part of my spiritual condition. The notion that I can quit has become part of who I am.

We’re all familiar with the dogmatic mantra:

Winners never quit.

That’s all fine and good if we play football but not if we’re dying inside because our life is horrible.

Let me give you three examples:

  1. If we’re in a relationship where we feel suffocated or maybe where we feel lonely, we need to quit. Get out of it. Things aren’t going to change or get any better just because we’re sad.
  2. If we go to a job every morning and feel miserable, we need to quit. Desperately pleading to the almighty or flat out ignoring the crisis won’t make our misery stop. It’ll be on our minds tomorrow. Before we even get to work.
  3. If mowing our yard is simply dreadful, we need to quit cutting the grass and get somebody else to do it. Spending a Saturday with yardwork nagging at our soul will only end up ruining our whole weekend.

Suffering isn’t a badge of honor or something to be proud of. It’s bullshit. And we won’t sleep any better until we quit believing that anything but first place will do.

There’s something to be said for loyalty and persistence for sure but quitting when the situation demands it is something that’s often overlooked or ignored altogether. Sometimes it’s easier to just stay stuck than revolt. But staying stuck is not something we’ll ever want to tell our grandkids about. Wouldn’t it be grand to tell them the story of the great revolution that made the world magical again?

Quitting is decisive and final.

It’s not fruity, metaphysical, or abstract. It’s concrete and effective. We feel release when we quit. All the hurt will stop.

Sometimes it takes time to quit, especially when we’re in the middle of something big or entangled in something painful. When I quit drinking it took months.[2] Getting ready and absolutely wanting to quit was most of the battle.

The road we walk is ours. Our future is up to us and not our partner, not our boss, and not the dandelions. We don't have to be along for just their ride.

And we have to firmly believe that we deserve nice things as well. I’m telling you now that you do. The moon and the stars are all hanging in the sky just for you.

Quit. What it that's making you unhappy. Quit.

#photos #flowers #protip #freakonomics #diariespodcast


  1. Not familiar with Freakonomics? Don’t worry it all began when... “New York journalist and author Stephen J. Dubner went to Chicago to write about award-winning economist Steven D. Levitt for The New York Times Magazine.” Find it on your local NPR station.

  2. I started wanting to quit drinking in June 2011. Needed to in August. Should have in December. And finally did in February.


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Sep 19, 2018 at 8:38 pm

Very cool.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 19, 2018 at 8:45 pm

Thankies 😊

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Sep 19, 2018 at 8:56 pm

Unreasonable Happiness is your birth right. It’s been credited to me but I heard it somewhere. Sitting with others of my ilk.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 19, 2018 at 10:04 pm

I often hear you say that in my head 😊

JJ · Sep 19, 2018 at 9:13 pm

Thanks for the tip… look forward to listening to on my a.m. drive.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 19, 2018 at 10:05 pm

Let me know what you think.

Botsford · Sep 19, 2018 at 9:42 pm

Boy what we do to quit, some of the hardest decisions I have ever made was just that!!! After all the agony the relief is so worth those good choices! Thanks for the reminder 😊

barberblademaiden · Sep 19, 2018 at 9:47 pm

Find the NPR This American Life episode about the New York super in the 70s. It’s the wildest thing I’ve ever heard, listened to it a bunch of times over the years

tcr! tcr! · Sep 19, 2018 at 10:07 pm

That sounds vaguely familiar! I’ll investigate. 😊

barberblademaiden · Sep 19, 2018 at 10:18 pm

There are bags of acid and assassinations it was epic

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Sep 19, 2018 at 10:37 pm

You’ve given me reason to live.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 20, 2018 at 10:24 am

Sweet! I’ll put it on now. Hopefully it’ll go with my glitter.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 20, 2018 at 10:36 am

BOOBY TRAPPED LIGHTBULBS

barberblademaiden · Sep 20, 2018 at 2:21 pm

Dammit, you’re getting all sorts of ideas, aren’t you

tcr! tcr! · Sep 20, 2018 at 2:37 pm

I definitely want to booby trap something now.

sinceresarcasm · Sep 19, 2018 at 10:14 pm

I’ll have to check this one out!

sadiebug92 · Sep 20, 2018 at 12:03 pm

Quitting college=best choice of my life. Quiting certain energy draining jobs…also very good choice. 🤷‍♀️ now I carhop during lunch hours, am available for my family and don’t feel like I’m dying on the inside.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 20, 2018 at 2:40 pm

Good for you. Dying on the inside means we ain’t living inside or out.

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Mar 07, 2019
Is he bonafide? I have my suspicions.

Content published: Sep 19, 2018 at 12:24 pm CDT
· podcast published: Feb 26, 2019 at 11:05 am CDT

narcissistic | ˌnärsəˈsistik

adj. having an excessive or erotic interest in oneself and one's physical appearance


20180919 Is he bonafide

Everybody knows the definition but I don’t think one really knows until experiencing daily life. With one. Up close. For years.

They can be tricky because we want them to like us. We crave their approval yet they seldom offer any. And then if they hug us we can breathe again. They’re malicious and berating yet adorable and charming.

Walking in a sea of flowers with landmines buried underneath. Be even more wary when the vain are parading around town in a love bus.

#relationships #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Sep 19, 2018 at 1:28 pm

Very true!

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Feb 26, 2019
Stuck behind a school bus

Content published: Sep 12, 2018 at 11:26 am CDT
· podcast published: Feb 23, 2019 at 11:19 am CDT

Sometimes when I’m going to work I get stuck behind a school bus. And then I roll my eyes… Today I watched a handful of parents corralling their kids, funneling them toward the awaiting bus. There were enough kids that I needed to count them so as to know when I could be on my way.

🚌

And then everything changed.

Two of the kids were swaying, almost dancing. Little horses waiting to run. Smiles on their little faces, overly eager happiness as they waited their turn to board. Their day ahead would be magical. It already was.

“We’re gonna do math and reading and writing and maybe some science.”

If you’re ever feeling down, go watch some kindergartners waiting for the school bus.

One dad looked especially proud, his heart overflowing with love as he readied his daughter’s coat and straightened her collar. She was his finest achievement by far. His little girl with yellow barrettes and her white backpack with pink butterflies.

Having my own daughters I know the pride and the joy that she gave him. Kids change everything. They increase our capacity to love and give us a reason to.

And then this father looked like he didn’t want to let his daughter go as she turned around. His heart seemed to break when she took a few steps away to mingle with the other little ones. Kisses blew from his mouth when she climbed the big steps up into the bus. This is a few weeks into the school year, too, so it’s not like it was his first day sending her off to school.

😊

The whole time standing a few feet beside him was another dad. He was a little self-conscious, like maybe he couldn’t put himself out there in front of the other parents so emotionally. There’s a mandate for him to play it cool but I could tell from his expression that he felt similar to the first dad. That was his baby growing up and heading out, too. He was just keeping his emotions in check so as not let the crowd see. That’s okay. Not everybody is supposed to be unchained. But guys, the first dad’s heart was too full of love to care who knew.

So here’s the last yet equally important part of the story.

I live in white suburbia with a picket fence and three bird feeders, but the interaction between these fathers and daughters took place in a lower income neighborhood. The parents and children were of all different colors, all different shapes, all different sizes. Those school kids accepted each other no matter what. That little one with yellow barrettes wasn’t afraid of people that looked different because those other souls are all she’s ever known. I hope she carries that with her for the rest of her life.

And where they lived made no difference in how much that father loved his daughter and her white backpack. It didn’t matter to him that he was on the corner of a patch of weeds and she didn’t care that they lived in an older apartment building with a crumbling parking lot. It didn’t change the spring in her step or the bounce in her hair as she was off on her adventure.

The sun was shining on them both even if there were clouds in the sky.

❤️

#schoolnews #lettherebehope #diariespodcast


DD · Sep 12, 2018 at 12:09 pm

Very well written , thank you

tcr! tcr! · Sep 12, 2018 at 12:12 pm

No, thank you! :)

connolly · Sep 12, 2018 at 12:26 pm

Congrats job well done

tcr! tcr! · Sep 12, 2018 at 12:53 pm

Thank you 🙏

Desirae · Sep 12, 2018 at 12:32 pm

Absolutely beautifully written! Brought a tear to my eyes thinking of my girls. Thank you

Lange Castronova · Sep 12, 2018 at 12:44 pm

Love is love no matter where you live!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 12, 2018 at 12:53 pm

Exactly

Stewart · Sep 12, 2018 at 1:15 pm

World peace starts in the hearts of every individual. Thank you for setting a good example.

Kelly K · Sep 12, 2018 at 11:26 pm

This is beautiful and puts things in perspective.

Irene · Sep 13, 2018 at 2:25 am

Love it! Very well written

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Feb 23, 2019
Each and every fallen crumb

Content published: Sep 10, 2018 at 12:32 pm CDT
· podcast published: Feb 18, 2019 at 10:03 am CDT

As I was sitting again at a stoplight on Randall Road this morning meagerly minding my own matters, I casually looked to my left and noticed a dude in a car beside me having his breakfast. It was an Egg McBiscuit from McDonald’s. Or whatever they call them.

In another era I, too, ate mobile breakfast sandwiches behind the wheel before work so I knew of his quest.

These years I craft my McMuffin clones at home, fine tune them to my exact specifications as if I were indeed Chef Michael of Schaumburg.

Now then this non-clandestine commuter was also drinking heartily from a Diet Coke. In a plastic bottle, mind you. I don’t know about you guys but that didn’t sit well with me. Not that I have anything against Diet Coke or bottled soda but cola and eggs should never cross paths in my mind. Or in my mouth. Maybe Chef Michael would disagree.

Even more, I questioned the crispness of this soda. “Dear god,” I prayed, “let this man not be guzzling from last night’s cola bottle.”

Anyways. His refreshment is beside the point.

As he was lost in his own world of crumbling biscuit and melted cheeses, as he was navigating the creases of his wax paper with advertising tattoos, I wanted to raise my octopus coffee cup like a chalice to him in like a good morning salute. Let him know that he wasn’t alone in his adventure, alone in the cosmos.

my octopus coffee cup

That there was another traveler traveling a similar path on this very day. Watching him feast from my mechanical four-wheeled steed, nary but a few hours from dawn’s first light. To salute him in a way that let him know I approved of him savagely attacking his breakfast quest.

And also that I admired his simultaneous command of the steering wheel, McBiscuit, and the very Diet Coke bottle I so despised.

But I didn’t.

Engaged and supportive readers, I was worried that I would break he and his horse’s stride. Because seriously, this dude was going after each and every fallen crumb from his McBiscuit. I doubt if any escaped. Or if he abandoned any yellow scrap of folded egg as his mouth-scissors cut their way through the biscuit-bites.

So, sadly there were no traffic salutes. No shared stoplight connections.

Alas, our cars are often akin to isolated bubbles of oblivion. And having another driver willingly acknowledge whatever self-pursuit we’re pursing can make us feel uncomfortable in our upholstered seats and fastened buckles. I didn’t want to embarrass him as he was so eagerly and delightfully fueling his body for his next adventure.

When the light changed from halt-red to go-green his travels took him west and mine took me farther north.

Now as I sit eating the couscous I didn't spill yesterday, I wonder to myself if that dude's day could possibly have gotten any better. Any better than those few minutes he had alone. Enjoying his solitary but obviously satisfying, portable goodness.

I hope so.

#randallroad #missedconnections #diariespodcast


curtains · Sep 10, 2018 at 1:07 pm

People watching is true entertainment! Thanks!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 1:49 pm

You are most welcome!

Mark · Sep 10, 2018 at 1:07 pm

thats 3 minutes of my life i’ll never get back

Cmon Eileen · Sep 10, 2018 at 11:37 pm

Were you waiting for the biscuit eater to toss his trash out the window and speed away? I was.

Mark · Sep 11, 2018 at 3:07 am

and then go to a mattress store where the power was out and run into a skunk

Kelly K · Sep 10, 2018 at 1:32 pm

Great imagery!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 1:50 pm

I do what I can while waiting in traffic.

tamaraholby · Sep 10, 2018 at 2:40 pm

Great read!

Dorencz · Sep 10, 2018 at 3:18 pm

Your story is way better than the guy I saw picking his nose yesterday. 😂

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:20 pm

The next time he does that just honk your horn. Ain’t nobody need to see that.

Ritch Ason · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:12 pm

This makes me want to write about what I did one time…I was eating a sandwich, putting on mascara, and driving with one hand. I was young. And I was speeding down route 64…I got pulled over. And my license was expired by one week. Into the clink. My one and only time lol.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:13 pm

What kind of sandwich?

Ritch Ason · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:31 pm

I believe it was some sort of ham and salami I worked in the deli at the Walts grocery store in Wheaton and they sent me for a deliver to Saint Charles. All the butchers were really good looking (my future husband was there) so I was getting dolled up. LOL….

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 10:48 pm

I knew there was a boy in your story somewhere 😊

Ritch Ason · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:13 pm

Uh oh I better delete that lol

Angie Bee · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:20 pm

Gifted writer, you are

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 10:50 pm

You I give thanks 🙏

nis · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:31 pm

I LOVE this!

jentel · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:53 pm

We need to get you some books on tape or an Audible subscription for your travels. 🤔

tcr! tcr! · Sep 11, 2018 at 9:25 am

I have a hard time with Audible. People going on and on about how they were listening to podcasts with it but then I go and look how to get my podcast listed with them. Did I find anything helpful? No, of course not. I can’t have nice things.

Anna KL · Sep 10, 2018 at 4:53 pm

This is cool 😂👍

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 10:50 pm

Thank you! 😎

tamaraholby · Sep 10, 2018 at 5:04 pm

I once saw a man playing a guitar in his car on 88

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 10:50 pm

I hope he was in the backseat 🤭

tamaraholby · Sep 11, 2018 at 8:39 am

no front seat , driving

jfender · Sep 10, 2018 at 5:20 pm

Dr Pepper for me!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2018 at 10:49 pm

Dr. Pepper is the only thing I’ll drink at Doughocracy in Geneva.

sinceresarcasm · Sep 11, 2018 at 12:53 am

How are you at public speaking??

tcr! tcr! · Sep 11, 2018 at 7:23 am

I do fairly well once I get going. It’s that whole anticipation thing though. Driving to the speaking engagement and all I can think is… what if when they call my name and I’m walking to the head of the class, my left shoe is haphazardly tied and I do the typical impromptu trip/fall but this time I’m not able to roll it into a saving grace, come out on top like champ somersault.

sinceresarcasm · Sep 11, 2018 at 2:13 pm

Have you ever heard of The Moth?

tcr! tcr! · Sep 11, 2018 at 2:47 pm

Yep! My girlfriend and I were at their Technology storyslam in Evanston this past June. It’s also one of my favorite podcasts.

sinceresarcasm · Sep 11, 2018 at 9:40 pm

Yessssss!!!! I so want to enter and make my way to the GrandSlam! You would be great on stage!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 11, 2018 at 10:19 pm

Do it!!!!

vk swartz · Sep 11, 2018 at 7:08 am

Enjoyed your story!

Redmond · Sep 12, 2018 at 11:20 am

You had me at ‘crispness’

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Feb 18, 2019
He might be from Singapore

Content published: Sep 5, 2018 at 4:38 pm CDT
· podcast published: Feb 16, 2019 at 8:12 am CDT

Guys, don’t go south on Randall Road anywhere near Route 64 in St. Charles. It’s been raining, there’s bumper-to-bumper traffic, and your life will be put on hold.

There’s also a weird cat sitting on the east sidewalk looking at me. I think he might be from Singapore. Or Elburn.

Worst still, the 7-Eleven hung up a handmade “NO LOITERING” sign. It’s in bubble letters, too. I hate bubble lettering. 😢

--
Update: okay, they’re not bubble letters. But they are square block letters. And they’re in CAPS which means they’re shouting. I’ve never even loitered at that 7-Eleven.

Because have you seen their sister store on State Street in Geneva? They got multiple tables and multiple chairs and actively encourage loitering. See, this is how you win in the convenience store wars. You don’t drive people away with your shouting and block lettering and other nonsense.

Also, at first I misread the sign to say, “NO LOTTERY” and then I thought, “oh, the sh!t’s gonna h!t the fan now.” People can get angry and pushy in the 7-Eleven when it comes to their lotto tickets. I've seen Aunt Loretta and what happens.

#trafficnews #randallroad #cats #7eleven #diariespodcast


undrtow · Sep 5, 2018 at 4:45 pm

I heard there’s a coyote party there but not until later tonight.

fleming · Sep 5, 2018 at 4:46 pm

Or Elburn???? Oh my God…I’m still laughing!!!!🤣🤣🤣

sveagrabarek · Sep 5, 2018 at 6:36 pm

Probably elburn. The cats there are very shady.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 7:25 pm

So the rumors are true.

liz.sadigh · Sep 5, 2018 at 7:27 pm

I can confirm.

tamaraholby · Sep 5, 2018 at 4:47 pm

Is the kitty ok?

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:29 pm

It was a white cat with black patches and the patches look like dents in his hide from a rough, battle scarred life. I assume he ate all the Bigfoots in his 20s, after he got out of the Cat Marines or wherever they serve.

I guess him to be in his 60s now but I still wouldn’t tangle with him. There was an open can of Hormel Chili beside him and since I didn’t see a can opener around, he must’ve opened it with his teeth. Maybe his claws, too. For leverage.

tamaraholby · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:47 pm

I was born and raised in the birthplace of Hormel. That chili and a can of spam will last forever. Oh and a twinkie

hodges · Sep 5, 2018 at 4:48 pm

The 7/11 on Randall and 64? Who loiterers at a intersection with no foot traffic? You are right. Stay. Away.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:10 pm

Oh. I’m sorry. In my haste I forgot to mention the 7-Eleven with the sign is on 64 and 17th, a few blocks east. But the one on 64 and Randall probably has a similar policy. Loiter at your own risk!

hodges · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:12 pm

lol!

hodges · Sep 5, 2018 at 4:51 pm

Party tonight at 8. Picnic tables. 7-11. Geneva!

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:33 pm

Maybe we can get them to make a real sign!

McGivney · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:03 pm

Gotta love traffic 😖

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:37 pm

Traffic makes me sadder and also angrier than anything else. Well, I can get pretty angry at the Target/Starbucks people who don’t know how to grind beans for a French Press. I get home and open the bag expecting to see coarsely ground beans and instead see a floury brown powder.

THIS IS NOT A GAME.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:37 pm

So what’s really funny is that I was banned a while back from the “What’s Happening in Geneva” Facebook group for posting similar anecdotes. I was also banned from WH in St. Charles, WH in Batavia, etc. etc.

I’m glad I have a blog because you all deserve to know the real stories.

hodges · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:39 pm

My badge of honor. Banned from Trump Facebook. Oh well. Left what’s happening in st Charles on the basis of meanness and belittling.

hodges · Sep 5, 2018 at 5:56 pm

And. You are funny.

tamaraholby · Sep 5, 2018 at 7:13 pm

You know it’s better to talked about then never noticed

Mona · Sep 5, 2018 at 6:43 pm

You were banned because your magazine was perceived by Kevin Ketchum to be competition for his local magazines. That’s my guess anyway.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 7:27 pm

Yeah, I wanted to leave my magazine out of the story and keep the focus on my personal wit and charm.

hbp · Sep 5, 2018 at 7:02 pm

This is fantastic… I’m still giggling

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 8:44 pm

Thank you!

The Golberg · Sep 5, 2018 at 7:13 pm

Best. Post. And Stream. Of. The. Day! 😂😂😂

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 8:45 pm

Thank you so much!

Damien F · Sep 5, 2018 at 7:41 pm

They also don’t like to pay out on scratch offs over 20$

DW Caputo · Sep 5, 2018 at 7:42 pm

That store sucks. Refused to give me lottery tickets because my daughter was with me. Really. WTF. SHE WASNT 21.

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Feb 16, 2019
Crosswalk of Certain Doom

Content published: Sep 4, 2018 at 12:28 pm CDT
· podcast published: Feb 12, 2019 at 1:54 pm CDT

Crosswalk of Certain Doom

The scene, of course, is my truck as I’m headed to work.

Driving along Riverside Avenue and following a Toyota Corolla. The speed limit is 35 mph and we’re both sailing along about 40. There’s maybe two or three car lengths between us.

Other cars are around but they’re only slightly involved.

Up ahead is the Prairie Path crosswalk at the intersection close to Moore Avenue. There are two or three people standing with their bikes waiting to cross. Those crosswalks are always a gamble, as you never know what the other drivers will do if people are waiting.

The car in front of me doesn’t change speed and I look over at the Fox River. Not more than a second later I look back at the Corolla I’ve been following and the taillights are lit up. We were still doing about 40 only moments before and then she comes to a complete stop in about three or four seconds. The cars driving in the opposite direction don’t bother.

I stomp my brakes with both feet. My computer bag, my lunch bag, and my trail mix all fly forward and hit the dashboard.

Now then. Let me step up to my soapbox.

- - -

1. People out in groups riding their bikes at morning rush hour are most likely out for recreational rides. Maybe not, but with their racing gear I would tend to think so. So... you can’t bring the whole world to a stop so they can get across the street. They can wait.

If anything, don’t make it a last minute decision. Doing the “right” thing at the “wrong” time will only get us in trouble.

- - -

2. Most of the time people don’t see us or what we’re doing in life. I’m not that important that every other driver is out there thinking, “The King of Geneva is headed to work. I better layout the red carpet and be on my absolute best behavior. Did anybody polish the trumpets to announce his trip?”

While driving earlier in the morning another lady pulled out in front of me. Her windows were covered in morning dew. She hadn’t bothered, at the very least, to roll down her windows so she could see.

I watched her turn right in front of me, moving at a snail’s pace, no wind in her sails. Slow going because she had 2% visibility. I kinda wanted to really lay on the horn because she was obviously in the wrong and a hazard to society.

But I wasn’t in a hurry so whatever. I just saluted her as if she were my superior.

- - -

3. There’s a difference between expressing our feelings and getting even. The former is what I’m doing now. Getting even would’ve been me riding either lady’s ass until my frustration passed. It would’ve been me roaring around like I was a villain in Mad Max, and then cutting them off and thereby teaching them a lesson.[1]

Yes, I did swear like a furloughed drunken admiral at the earlier crosswalk of certain doom.

And I would’ve scolded her if we were face to face, but me revenging behind the wheel isn’t going to prove any points. Nobody’s gonna throw me a parade, nor will it give me any long-term, deep-down validation that I was right. Revenging is gonna give me a list of all the times other people pissed me off. It’s gonna keep me angry until I’m old and dead.

More importantly: it’s okay to be agitated when people step on our toes. Feel that, deal with it, love it. We’ll never get to the point where our only feelings are the ones we want, or to the point when everybody does the “right” thing at the “right” time.

What can happen, though, is for us to learn how to be okay with and also becoming highly skilled sailors at navigating life’s rough waters.

We’ve had heavy thunderstorms, lightning, rain, all of that in the Fox Valley the last week or so. We can’t stop or change nature, it does what it wants.

And it’s our nature to have a full weather system of feelings, too. It’s natural for us to be annoyed with people just the same as it’s natural for us to be sleepy come bedtime.

Sweet dreams.

#trafficnews #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


  1. Protip: people don't learn to be better drivers by me riding their ass in these scenarios. They learn that other drivers are jerks.


Harrison · Sep 4, 2018 at 1:23 pm

Holy shit you spent some time pulling this together. I hope you did it on your employer’s dime.

Krezel · Sep 4, 2018 at 1:24 pm

Giggle. If it helps today I will call you The King of Geneva! I haven’t a trumpet but I can turn my guitar amp up to eleven! ☮️

tcr! tcr! · Sep 4, 2018 at 2:48 pm

What will you play? Crosstown Traffic by Jimi Hendrix?

Krezel · Sep 4, 2018 at 3:00 pm

How about, I can’t drive 55?

tcr! tcr! · Sep 4, 2018 at 5:46 pm

🎸

DA · Sep 4, 2018 at 1:24 pm

But isn’t it the law that drivers have to stop at those crosswalks for pedestrians or bikers?

gentile · Sep 4, 2018 at 1:24 pm

I’m sure it is, but at the same time, the point is that if you’re going to stop, don’t make it a split second decision. Like slamming on your brakes in front of a semi, you won’t win every time.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 4, 2018 at 3:01 pm

I might be misinterpreting it but it sounds like only when they’re in the crosswalk.

Roda · Sep 4, 2018 at 1:24 pm

I hate that crosswalk of certain doom. Maybe a little bridge should go over it. Or it could be re-routed to coincide with the stop light intersection. I wish I had a pool.

matt bear · Sep 4, 2018 at 2:46 pm

My kids and I cross that spot all the time. We don’t wave people to stop or expect it but people are nice enough to do so

gentile · Sep 4, 2018 at 2:47 pm

This made my day! I haven’t driven in 15 years and could rant for hours about how the drivers in this town never stop at the line and constantly block crosswalks! People will literally see me riding down the sidewalk and block the cross walk anyway….

MMiller · Sep 4, 2018 at 2:48 pm

A STOP sign is posted on the east and west side of the bike path that crosses Rt 25. That would indicate to me whoever is using the bike path is to stop for oncoming traffic.
Illinois law states you are to stop for someone in the crosswalk. Very confusing!

undrtow · Sep 4, 2018 at 2:49 pm

TLDR; Always stop for bikers and walkers in the crosswalk. Problem solved. Probably…because TLDR

tcr! tcr! · Sep 4, 2018 at 6:03 pm

Well, that wasn’t really my TLDR but I’ll allow it.

undrtow · Sep 4, 2018 at 6:14 pm

I’ll admit to a short attention span, but that was similar to a short novel in social media terms, don’t you agree?

tcr! tcr! · Sep 4, 2018 at 6:29 pm

I do agree 😊 but my TLDR is more along the lines of “it’s okay to be agitated when people step on our toes.”

undrtow · Sep 4, 2018 at 6:33 pm

Ah, touche.

Storck · Sep 4, 2018 at 4:11 pm

One second of distraction is all it takes. Hell I was reaching for cheeto the other day on a drive through Canada. Next second I had two wheels on the gravel shoulder scaring the piss out of me. Life is fun.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 4, 2018 at 5:48 pm

I gave my cat a Cheeto once. She ran off with it in her mouth like a stubby little orange cigar.

Harrison · Sep 4, 2018 at 5:48 pm

The Cheeto made me do it!

tyner · Sep 4, 2018 at 6:03 pm

Slow down and drive defensive.

runde · Sep 5, 2018 at 8:04 am

Some one pissed in your Cheerios this morning huh? Also a lot of cyclists commute in “racing gear” and change at work. But the car shouldn’t have locked up the breaks but if you had to slam on yours too it means you were following too close.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2018 at 9:27 am

> it means you were following too close
Not necessarily.

llutz · Sep 6, 2018 at 12:24 pm

I loved your post…you crack me up! #reallifeishilarious

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Feb 12, 2019
Generous with my humility

Content published: Aug 31, 2018 at 10:25 am CDT
· podcast published: Feb 9, 2019 at 4:16 pm CDT

Red candle in the dark

Made a list of all persons we had harmed and became willing to make amends to them all.
— Step 8 of Alcoholics Anonymous

When I got to the Eighth Step I was kind of disappointed that they use the word “harmed.” I didn’t like it because I didn’t like the thought of me actually hurting people. We get a taste of peace after working the previous steps and then Step Eight comes crashing in like a bowling ball. Announcing we'd done harm.

And I felt bad. Like I was supposed to.

The other problem I had with Step Eight is that I was pretty timid for much of my life and my drinking. And I felt like others had harmed me just as much, if not more, than I had harmed them. Yeah, I'm sure every alcoholic says that.

Anyways, so then I was thinking about Step Seven, and humbly asking God to remove my defects of character. Selfishness was one of my most glaring defects. Selfish with my time. Selfish with my understanding, selfish with my forgiveness. If you hurt me then I had nothing but intolerance for you.

But if I want to be rid of that selfishness then I need to practice the opposite as they say. For me to do my part in Step Seven I need to be generous in Step Eight.

Generous with my honesty by honestly looking at myself and what I’d done. Generous in my forgiveness for others and what they’d done. Generous with my tolerance. I needed to be generous with my humility. The humility that they call for in Step Seven.

And once I found those things the willingness came easier. The willingness to make amends. To them all.

If I’m generous then becoming willing to forgive others and to ask for forgiveness, to make those amends wasn’t so hard.

#forgiveness #twelvesteps #beagoodperson #diariespodcast


RecipeForIceCubes · Aug 31, 2018 at 12:50 pm

Very well stated. I was in a cycle of feelings and buried guilt myself. After I made some amends many others became easier and what I received back was mostly positive outcomes. Some people were neutral and others simply had forgotten what I was trying to apologize for.

The living amends I have either chosen to have or simply must carry with me due to absenteeism of the the person/people help me daily also. Keep it rolling Friend. One day, hour or minute at a time. AA will always have our backs.

tcr! tcr! · Aug 31, 2018 at 2:10 pm

It’s truly a blessing that we can honestly let go of those cyclical feelings and buried guilt with Steps 8 and 9.

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Feb 09, 2019
No smoking at the entryways, peeps

Content published: Aug 30, 2018 at 9:42 am CDT
· podcast published: Feb 7, 2019 at 2:57 pm CDT

And then there was that one time a few years back when I was standing at the front door of the work building. It was a cool autumn day and I was enjoying a beautiful cigarette.

Enjoying the smoke, the solitude, and the cars going by.

The cars going by

The side of the building I was on wasn’t the main entrance but it’s the public entrance that everybody sees. All the cars in the world drive-by kind of place. And I stood at that specific door because nobody was ever around.

I’d also use myself as a prop to keep the door open because it’ll lock behind you.

Propping the door open

That particular day the owner of the building happened to walk by. He startled me as I was daydreaming about mannequins or telephone poles or something similar. I felt like a busted teenager when our eyes met. Caught skipping class and smoking on school grounds.

Plus, I was obviously violating the 15 feet law. No smoking at the entryways, peeps.

Tom looked at me. Then looked at my cigarette. My heartbeat rose slightly as I prepared for an earful, a scolding. A deserved verbal whipping.

He looked back at me and said, “you need an ashtray here.”

I smiled and said, “probably.”

Then he left.

And that was the day I learned that, even if people are doing something they aren’t supposed to, we can still go above and beyond. That we can not only treat them with dignity and respect, we can also go out of our way to make their lives better.

#photos #beagoodperson #smokersunite #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Aug 30, 2018 at 10:05 am

Look for the good in people!

tcr! tcr! · Aug 30, 2018 at 10:55 am

Yep. I try to assume the best in life.

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Feb 07, 2019
On racism, bigotry, and prejudice

Content published: Aug 27, 2018 at 9:07 am CDT
· podcast published: Feb 7, 2019 at 10:54 am CDT

Racist

n.  A person who believes a particular race is superior to others.

Bigot

n.  One who is strongly partial to one's own group, religion, race, or politics and is intolerant of those who differ.

Prejudice

n.  An adverse judgment or opinion formed beforehand or without knowledge or examination of the facts.


Just so I'm clear...

A racist hates your race. A bigot hates anyone who doesn't agree with them. And if you're prejudice then you're an ignorant hater.

I'm pretty sure I'm not a racist or bigot. I will admit, however, there've been times when I have been prejudice. Where I've made up my mind on something without reviewing the latest facts and then plunged head first into the pool.

Researching an issue isn't fun. It's so much easier to spout off from the hip with whatever info I already have. Assume that I'm "right" now because I was "right" yesterday.

That's not a good idea for long though. The world changes. It reminds me of this tweet from @MelvinofYork:

Why yes internet stranger, I have tweets that contradict each other. It's a timeline, not a deposition

Politics evolve. People grow. They remodel their houses.

Life is dynamic, peeps. It's not as stagnant as I often subconsciously assume.[1]

Of all the things I wanted to be as a kid, closed-minded wasn't one of them. As Jimi once said, "there are many other good books out there."

In the here-and-now, shutting the door on a topic because I've made up my mind is bullshit.[2] Do I wanna be an uninformed ass in life or do I wanna give people a chance and make informed decisions?

Even more, do I wanna hold on to my ideas because they’re the only ideas I’ve ever had? Because I don’t wanna take the time to think about the bigger picture?

We're better than that.

Okay, this has been all over the place. But whatever, I do what I want.

#beagoodperson #diariespodcast


  1. I might even change my mind about the unions.

  2. The idea of hate toward another for unreasonable reasons doesn’t count in my disdain. It’s shallow and dumb.


fleming · Aug 27, 2018 at 10:30 am

VERY well said!

tcr! tcr! · Aug 27, 2018 at 10:37 am

Thank you!!

Momma J Momma J · Aug 27, 2018 at 11:36 am

Open minded - maturity

tcr! tcr! · Aug 27, 2018 at 1:17 pm

Yep, for sure!

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Aug 27, 2018 at 3:55 pm

THANKIES. Not just cuz you mentioned me, but for the eloquent treatise on intolerance, hate, bigotry. You da man!

tcr! tcr! · Aug 27, 2018 at 4:39 pm

I don’t know if I was eloquent but thank you! You’re a regular point of reference in my spiritual life. 😊

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Feb 07, 2019
The 5 gallon bottle was empty

Content published: Aug 29, 2018 at 10:40 am CDT
· podcast published: Feb 7, 2019 at 10:50 am CDT

5 gallon water bottle

Today when I was driving to work I was thinking about the water cooler there. Yesterday morning when I got in the 5 gallon bottle was empty. At one point in my career I would’ve thought, “who do I have to blow to get somebody to change the water?”

Yesterday I didn’t think that at all. I just changed the water bottle so I could fill my glass.

And that, peeps, is how I be happy. Instead of complaining, just doing the next right thing when it’s in front of me is how my soul stays full.

Way back when I cooked in the restaurants it was all young people in the kitchen. The dishwashers were all teenage kids. It wasn’t uncommon for them to slack off or get behind. And then somebody from the cook’s line would go back and say, “who do I have to blow to get some plates?” Yeah, that’s where that all started.

And it was all fun and games, that’s how you were accepted into the tribe. Played in the reindeer games. Because complaining is sociably and professionally acceptable. It’s okay to tell the world that you’re miserable. Many people will even cheer you on when recounting your daily struggles.

But the interesting thing is that there was never any, “you did a great job keeping up today.” Sure, it was a restaurant and nobody really took it as a serious career path but that kind of self-centered mentality of only complaining when other people don’t do their jobs followed me around for decades.

As I’ve said before when I write/post these things, it’s not that I’m trying to give you guys a sermon but it’s more documenting the revelations I’ve had or whatever. When I write them down they stick better in my head.

The key point for me here is that I’ll never be happy having the “who do I have to blow” mentality. Regardless of what anybody else is doing, I’d rather be at *peace. “Who do I have to blow” spills over into other areas. That negativity sticks to my shoe like sandy gum and then I’m tracking that shit into the house.

So I just realized that when I write stuff down it’s easy for me to get creative with the sandy gum when I’m being my pessimistic self. And then when I’m being optimistic I feel like a fruit loop.

Anyway, back on topic. What’s even more interesting about the restaurants is that the guys who I really enjoyed cooking with were the ones who stood apart. They took part in the camaraderies but they were also their best selves regardless of how many dirty plates had stacked up. They didn’t knock people down or flip them shit when it wasn’t necessary. They walked their own path regardless of what the herd was doing.

Those are the kind of people I wanted to stand next to my whole life. In high school and college, at my corporate job, and even when I drag myself out to be sociable today. People like Don and Kris and Jimi. I do my best to be like them in the here and now.

Yeah, there’ll always be slackers and no, I won’t do their job but I do my best to be the kind of person my younger self would want to stand with.

At work I change the water bottle now because the water bottle needs change. But really, it’s not just about getting the job done. It’s actually about taking care of the other humans I share the world with.

And it lets me show off my muscles. 😉

#advancedsoul #diariespodcast


chrisrich · Aug 30, 2018 at 6:39 pm

I got sum stuff that needs doing over at my house.

tcr! tcr! · Aug 30, 2018 at 7:37 pm

As long as it’s not more than 50 pounds.

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Feb 07, 2019
Stop keeping score

Content published: Aug 28, 2018 at 9:48 am CDT
· podcast published: Feb 4, 2019 at 11:31 am CDT

Marks on the blackboard

What I mean by this is something along the lines of:

Last time I came home you didn’t look up from the TV so the next time you walk in I’m not going to stop watching it either.

Scorekeeping is a way for me to exert control in a situation where I feel like I have none. When I feel helpless, putting marks on the blackboard helps me claim some power.

I will punish you when you hurt me, give you the silent treatment when you don’t pay attention to me. Won’t fold your laundry because you were more interested in your phone at dinner than talking to me.

That kinda bullshit.

Keeping score doesn’t work though. It perpetuates the infinite, dysfunctional loop. It’s sprinkling more salt on my wounds. And theirs. It’s me locking myself in a box with all the things that’ve ever hurt me. It’s me saying that keeping track of what you’ve done wrong is more important than the overall health of our relationship.

If I want to have healthy relationships I need to practice healthy behaviors. Talk to people about what’s bothering me as things come up. And if they don’t take my feelings into consideration, if they aren’t willing to compromise for the greater good then fuck them. We deserve better.

I better compromise, too. Take what people say with an utmost urgency because they’re taking a chance on me. Going out on a limb and showing their own vulnerability.

And please don’t think that I’m some kind of spiritual dynamo here. I’ve kept score my whole life and you know what I got? At the end of the day with that blackboard filled with checkmarks?

I got a list of resentments as long as both arms.

I got a pile of hurt long after they were gone. An index of crimes and criminals. A mental spreadsheet with dates and times going back to the first day when I didn’t feel like I could tell you what was wrong.

One time when I was married to Kathy I unloaded my scorecard on her, spread all her felonies out on the bed for her to see. I can’t imagine how she must’ve felt knowing that the whole time we’d been together I was silently keeping score. When I think back on it now I’m embarrassed. More than that, I’m ashamed. I was a real champ.

Sure, in my early 20s I didn’t know my ass from a hubcap but memories like that are what push me to be a good person in the here-and-now.

Resentments aren’t good company.

And then when a good soul does comes my way I won’t be ready. I’ll start a new scorecard. You’ll have a clean slate but a slate none-the-less.

How about I just erase the blackboard. And throw away the chalk. Retire the standing army. Learn to deal with myself and my feelings. Communicate with those I care about and care about me.

I look back on certain parts of life and think, “boy I really fucked that up” ... but the good news is that for the last few years, I feel like I’ve done my best work. Been my best self and that’s a pretty good feeling. So much more than tallying your scores and balancing the books.

Each day I’m given a fresh chance to be a better person. It’s a new day to give people another chance. If I want power in life, if I want control then that’s where it’ll come from. Being my best self.

#relationships #advancedsoul #diariespodcast

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Feb 04, 2019
More than the company of misery

Content published: Aug 25, 2018 at 11:12 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 30, 2019 at 1:56 pm CDT

Raindrops on the a conifer

If I’m worried I can be replaced,
then I can be.

If I’m worried I’m not enough,
then I won’t be.

If I’m worried I’m unwanted,
then I will be.

If I’m worried I’m unlovable,
then I am.

How about instead of worrying,
instead of fretting and toiling
that I just put it out there that
I’m available and willing,
caring and devoted,
eager and excited?

People love a warm sun beam
more than the company of misery.

--
And happy Saturday, peeps!
It may be gray outside but
the world still needs you.

#photos #advancedsoul #diariespodcast

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Jan 30, 2019
tcr! diaries podcast survey

Content published: Aug 24, 2018 at 8:47 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 30, 2019 at 9:44 am CDT

tcr diaries podcast survey

I’m interrupting the regularly scheduled episodes to announce a listener survey created by yours truly. It’s informal and there won’t be a test later. And I love your feedback!

It’s also quick and should take you less than 30 seconds.

Go now: tcrbang.com/form/podcast_survey/

On with the show.

#tcr #webdev #diariespodcast

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Jan 30, 2019
Ain't nobody told you.

Content published: Aug 22, 2018 at 11:51 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 28, 2019 at 2:22 pm CDT

Cicada on the sidewalk

Earlier this month when I was giving my recovery talk at the church in Montgomery, I was sitting at a long table facing everyone. Like I was a teacher at the front of the class or something. It was the first week of August and hot so they had fans blowing. I had to talk louder than normal and that wasn’t easy. I may yammer away on social media and on my blog but in groups of real people I’m not a fan of speaking up or standing out.

One of the things I mentioned when giving my "sermon" was that drinking never really made me feel like I was better than anybody else. That was something I was never after, being better than you. Drinking just brought me up to a level of “normal” that I thought the people around me had. The warm alcohol burn gave me a feeling of “okay” that it seemed like everybody else had. And I didn’t on my own.

When I was a kid everybody was older than me. Everybody was taller than me. I didn’t feel as big as the other humans. Always smaller. Constantly looking up, both emotionally and physically.

In fourth grade when we moved to a new neighborhood with a new school and new people and all that, I felt even smaller. Navigating new waters in life. Riding my bike down to the Des Moines river with my friends. Growing up but still struggling with staying little.

Even now I still find myself looking up to people. When I’m at meetings, when I’m with my peers, and when I’m at home. I don’t always feel on the same level as those souls around me. It’s not that I’m plagued with low self-esteem or whatever but I don’t always feel like I’m playing on the same field as most people. Some people are self-assured by default. That’s not me.

Also, earlier this month I posted a link to AC/DC's Who Made Who video. When I heard the line, “ain’t nobody told you” it was an emotional enlightenment if you will. Where something clicked and I had a moment of self-awareness. As a teenager it put words to a feeling I’d had for I don’t know how long. Yeah, it doesn’t translate exactly to feeling less-than but it did and does describe to me the feeling of being without. Of missing something. Of being in the dark.

The only time I feel “normal” now is when I’m tuned into the cosmic signal. Pick up the divine frequency. Become one with the fan that blows across me while laying on my bed. Let it blow me in the direction I need to go. The search for wholeness is complete when I find and embrace the god within.

When I remember to do that then I come out of that slightly nervous place and a confidence that’s not my own fills most of me. I’m not scared of life and somehow muddle my way through not feeling less-than. People tell me that I’m calm and confident. I say “ha.”

Look around. That dude over there that you’ve thought had his shit going on this whole time? Probably not. When I learned that I wasn’t the only one who wrestles with low self-esteem, that other people around me struggle, not only did that refresh my tolerance for pesky humans, it boosted my own self-worth. I’m not the only one who’s crazy here.

I almost wrote that I can tell when I haven’t plugged in, that I’m acutely aware. But that’s not true. Sometimes it’s hours later that I realize. Emotions can overtake me, blind me to what’s really going on. It’s like a hazy lace a few inches out that warps my perception. And then the ground is shaky and my feet unsure.

The other day I was writing about the spirit painting for me, through me. Sometimes when I talk or write, the words just come flowing out. But when I’m on the topic of self-esteem in the here-and-now I’m tapping into vulnerability and the words are not like water. They’re more like rocks tumbling out. One by one. Falling heavy.

Ain’t nobody told you.

The only thing that makes me whole, makes me calm doesn’t include people, places, or things. It’s remembering that I’m part of the cosmic spirit, that underneath the flesh and bone we’re all nameless, faceless equals. Each a shimmering, glowing brightness and together we light the universe. Fruity, I know but it’s my god concept. Ethereal and throne-less. Heavenly and infinite. People never die in my world, they only let go of their physicality.

In related news, cicadas are a superfamily. That's how I feel about you guys.

Here’s the last thing I wanna say to wrap this up. As you guys know I usually dictate much of what I write to my phone while driving. In my truck I let my mind wander and things bubble up. I wanna write, “the truth is revealed” but that sounds too corny. But saying something out loud, just talking helps the words flow naturally. It gives my thoughts an honest voice since I’m not trying to impress anybody with being cool. Just being true to myself.

Anyway, I was walking down the hall to the work office this morning and still talking to my phone, dictating a sermon. Getting some last minute thoughts down. Usually the office floor is empty when I get in so I was just yammering away. I rounded a corner and almost bumped into a younger guy, right when I was saying “hazy lace.”

Oh good. Lace. In another era that would’ve filled me with embarrassment from head to toe.

But you know what? I don’t give a fuck. I don’t feel shame for being me when I’m walking a spiritual path.

#photos #advancedsoul #cicadas #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Aug 22, 2018 at 2:21 pm

How did you learn to understand yourself so well?

tcr! tcr! · Aug 22, 2018 at 2:46 pm

I learned how by communing with the ancient frogs who live on the slopes of Mt. Giluwe in New Guinea.

tcr! tcr! · Aug 22, 2018 at 7:59 pm

Seriously though, that’s what the recovery stuff is all about. 😊

sveagrabarek · Aug 22, 2018 at 10:15 pm

Here’s to family.

tcr! tcr! · Aug 23, 2018 at 7:17 am

You got a fresh one!

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Jan 28, 2019
Pull the pin on their grenade

Content published: Aug 17, 2018 at 4:51 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jan 26, 2019 at 10:06 am CDT

Four days after the car wreck of Nov 1989 - 1
Four days after the car wreck of Nov 1989

And then there was that one time when I was in high school and in a car wreck. Of course I was drinking so the details are all a blur. I had huge gash on the top of my head after hitting the windshield. I would tend to believe there was enough blood to make people worry.

My friends and I are outside the car and the police are there and it’s all a big commotion. The car’s smashed, there’s broken glass, flashing lights blue and red.

And I’m just there acting like an obnoxious prick. It was one of those times where I felt like I could act like a jerk so I did. Entitlement can come in all forms. I’m still surprised the police didn’t put me in handcuffs.

So then the ambulance came and my friend and I are taken to the hospital. I remember being in an operating room and the staff, doctors, nurses, or whoever are trying to stitch my head up and I’m continuing to act like an asshole. Cussing, swearing, an all out belligerent jerk.

People were just trying to do their job and I was making it 10 times harder than it needed to be. Lashing out at them because they were there and I was drunk.

And why was I so angry? I don’t know. As a teenager I think mostly what I felt was just frustrated. Not really being in touch with my emotions I couldn’t even tell you back then that I was frustrated. It was just what I felt. I needed another cigarette.

Annoyed, discontent, restless, irritable, those are the reasons why I listened to so much angry music in the late 80s and early 90s. It was a conduit, an outlet I could plug in to that helped release just a little bit of that overall emotional cramp. Put on the headphones and have the music so loud I couldn’t hear anything else. Including the very things going on inside that wanted to get out. That would set me free.

Looking back decades later I know why I was so distressed at 17. Because I never dealt with anything. You’ve all heard that before. Garbage bags of hostilities piled up inside from situations I was in that I never allowed myself to feel. Bullies in school, spiteful older brothers, or whatever. Take your pick.

And as everyone knows volcanoes blow when there’s too much pressure. I hate that analogy because everybody uses it but it fits.

Back to the hospital. Frankly I’m surprised that people even work in emergency rooms in the middle of the night because I’m sure I’m not the only drunken asshole they’ve had to fix. People like my mom, my sister, my niece, people like Sara. Nurses who dedicate their lives to caring for souls, toxic and warmongering.

I don’t remember what happened after my head was stitched up. I don’t remember going home or remember the next day. Probably because it’s been so long ago. But what I do remember is that nothing changed in me because of the wreck or because of my behavior that night. I just went back to being my quiet self and throwing fits when I got drunk enough.

What I’m most ashamed of is that night the girl who was sitting on my lap during the crash ended up with a broken neck. And nobody knew it at first because I was out there being my worst self.

Four days after the car wreck of Nov 1989 - 2

After I got sober I saw handfuls of kids when speaking in treatment centers and lockups who were filled with the same kind of rage. Subconsciously waiting for someone or something to pull the pin from their grenade.

And I think that once someone goes too far down the angry path there’s little we can do to snap them out of it. Frustration layered over hurt, the torment, the pain with no where to go, those are too powerful of forces for us as parents and adults to pull them out of.

If only we could touch them with a magic wand like the fairy godmother and Cinderella’s pumpkin and take away their pain.

But we can’t. We can only love them until they can love themselves.

And don’t worry moms and dads. We as parents can only hold the bow and aim for the bulls-eye. Our kids as the arrows will go where the wind blows. Or however that saying goes.

Even after another car wreck and broken nose, countless stitches and staples, too, I somehow turned out all right.

OR DID I? 😉

#alcoholism #lettherebehope #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Aug 18, 2018 at 1:51 pm

You had critical injuries and you are lucky to be alive! Unless we are talking about two different auto accidents.

tcr! tcr! · Aug 18, 2018 at 2:48 pm

I was talking about the Nov 1989 accident. I think you’re thinking of the Dec 1990 accident.

Momma J Momma J · Aug 18, 2018 at 3:27 pm

you’re right

Momma J Momma J · Aug 18, 2018 at 3:29 pm

You have turned out just right!

glenn.cremer glenn.cremer · Aug 22, 2018 at 8:29 am

Never did figure out why the cop returned your driver’s license to your grandmother’s the next day. He took it at the hospital because I said you weren’t able to consent to a blood test (you didn’t even know what month it was). He said that was refusal to take the test, I said whatever.

tcr! tcr! · Aug 22, 2018 at 12:37 pm

Good thing I had people like you looking out for me when I obviously wasn’t looking out for myself!

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Jan 26, 2019
I only fought with the police once

Content published: Aug 22, 2018 at 9:40 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 25, 2019 at 9:42 am CDT

I only fought with the police once and there was only one of them. And it was 3 in the afternoon. And I was drunk and feisty. And then he tackled my 19 year old self in an alley and one side of my face ended up in some gravel. And then I went to jail with a swollen eye. And got to spend the rest of the evening sobering up.

About 9pm or so and no longer drunk, I decided I would never fight with the police again.

Scarface for PS2

#realhorrorshow #thepolice #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Aug 22, 2018 at 10:42 am

Wise decision!

tcr! tcr! · Aug 22, 2018 at 12:21 pm

I think so, too. 😊

marney0160 marney0160 · Aug 22, 2018 at 8:57 pm

I’m right there with ya dude! 😜

tcr! tcr! · Aug 22, 2018 at 9:39 pm

My only regret is that I wasn’t wearing a leprechaun outfit.

marney0160 marney0160 · Aug 23, 2018 at 6:16 am

Bahahaha! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Irene · Aug 25, 2018 at 10:20 am

Great decision! At least it only took you one time…

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Jan 25, 2019
The turn signal of my existence

Content published: Aug 15, 2018 at 5:22 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jan 21, 2019 at 10:44 am CDT

The scene is my truck. I’m driving home after the workday and merge into the left lane.

The car in front of me also merges into the left lane. The almighty nerve.

I shout, “Nice turn signal mother-clucker!! 🤬”

And then I look down and see that I myself also did not use my turn signal.

Who’s the mother-clucker now?

#trafficnews #diariespodcast


fiatlux423 · Aug 15, 2018 at 5:23 pm

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Aug 15, 2018 at 5:27 pm

Only about once or twice a day for me…now.

Momma J Momma J · Aug 15, 2018 at 6:27 pm

Hilarious!

tcr! tcr! · Aug 15, 2018 at 8:39 pm

I think I have moments of clarity more in my truck than anywhere else.

Momma J Momma J · Aug 15, 2018 at 10:07 pm

Those moments usually happen when you least expect it, when you’re not trying to find the clarity

tcr! tcr! · Aug 16, 2018 at 7:56 am

For sure!

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Jan 21, 2019
When I drive up 7th Avenue

Content published: Aug 8, 2018 at 12:13 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jan 20, 2019 at 6:48 pm CDT

White plastic chair

When I drive up 7th Avenue on St. Charles’ east side, headed toward Main Street I see this older guy sitting in his garage. It’s pretty packed in there but he’s got enough room for a lawn chair right up front by the overhead door.

I’ve seen him in the morning, in the afternoon, and in the early evening. Not everyday and not every time but he and his chair are fairly reliable.

Earlier this spring there was about a month when he wasn’t there and I was a little concerned that something had happened. Don’t worry, he showed up on his perch not long after.

He’s always flying solo in his white chair but one time I did see what looked like his daughter and grand kids leaving his house. And there he was, still sitting in the garage, watching them walk to their car.

After I go by I often want to turn around and go back. Stop and talk shop. I want to say that I haven’t had grandparents since I was in my 20s and back then I was too caught up in me to enjoy their company.

I wouldn’t ever really stop though. I’d worry that he would think I was going to take advantage of him or something. He’s kind of a brute, too. From the look of him I would guess that he eats nails and drinks gasoline.

But it'd be kinda cool if we could just hang out. Maybe look at some of his tools. He could tell me stories of when he was in the Navy or something.

He’d probably say I was moron when I tell him my plans to dig an underground bunker in my backyard like I suspicion that dude has on the corner of 7th Street and Prairie Street on the west side.

#meanwhile #diariespodcast


Wallace · Aug 8, 2018 at 12:27 pm

it’s sad that we don’t approach people more often to hear their story. humans are poor communicators :(

tcr! tcr! · Aug 8, 2018 at 12:37 pm

Maybe if I was out walking and happened to meander by his house and he was also in his chair, then I might go up and say “hi.” Maybe. He might throw his chair at me and tell me to get off his lawn. 😊

tracy · Aug 8, 2018 at 3:54 pm

Just go introduce yourself. I do it all the time. Sometimes they’re cool with it, sometimes they’re not.

lisa · Aug 8, 2018 at 12:28 pm

He would probably love the company

SarahBranock · Aug 8, 2018 at 12:38 pm

My daughter and I go past him several times a week on our walks and he is always friendly and says hello. 😉

CE Parker · Aug 8, 2018 at 12:41 pm

Great post, there are so many branches to where this could lead. He’s obviously got some time so I’d say go ahead it won’t hurt.

LisaD · Aug 8, 2018 at 12:45 pm

I’d say go talk to him. He’d probably like the company. 😊

Jodi EB · Aug 8, 2018 at 12:53 pm

I miss my Grandpa everyday! There are several nursing & assisted living homes in the area. Go one evening or weekend & ask who needs company!

Chuck · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:04 pm

Being kind is a gift to give someone elderly.

donna · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:05 pm

Do it now before there’s an empty chair

Raes · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:19 pm

I actually saw this man over the weekend. Perched on the chair by the garage. It was hotter than blazes when I drove by. I bet he has some great stories.

DH · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:20 pm

I’ve walked by and said hello and he’s said hello back - I have often thought that we need the right moment or opportunity to engage people but as time goes by I recognize that sometimes we need to just make things happen. You should go with your intuition…

Chuck · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:21 pm

A friend of mine wrote a book (for pre-teen) called ‘Catching Crazy’ and the basis of the story was kinda like this. Spoiler alert, the old man dies. Befriend him

pamela · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:22 pm

😊

April M · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:32 pm

I say “go for it”! We only have this ONE LIFE to act on our ideas, outreach to others when we feel inspired, and spread joy to others in this world. Just do it…you’ll be happy you did.

Jenny McClain · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:33 pm

You’re a wonderful writer!

tcr! tcr! · Aug 8, 2018 at 2:17 pm

Thank you!

pamela · Aug 8, 2018 at 1:35 pm

Very nice

tcr! tcr! · Aug 8, 2018 at 2:19 pm

I’m kinda surprised that three other people knew the guy I was talking about. Your comments have inspired me to do something. I’ll keep you guys posted if more of this story unfolds.

Lea Jackman · Aug 8, 2018 at 6:56 pm

Write the next chapter! He is friendly. (We live across the street.). His daughter is delightful as well. Life is too short not to act on those thoughts. You’ve got nothing to lose and you both have everything to gain!

Schafroth-Kraut · Aug 9, 2018 at 6:20 am

Stories always unfold. Life is a pick your own adventure book. Pick the right one.

Theresa Cook · Aug 8, 2018 at 3:50 pm

Great writing! Keep us posted!! I would love to hear where the story goes.

donna · Aug 8, 2018 at 4:25 pm

He might be your long lost relative!

donna · Aug 8, 2018 at 4:26 pm

Keep a journal of the ol Man in the white chair

tcr! tcr! · Aug 8, 2018 at 4:52 pm

Well, I made a special trip by his house on my way home from work. His garage door was shut so maybe he’s having a nap. 😴 When I’m retired I’m gonna be napping at least twice a day. Plus, it is 80°F outside and with his house facing west it probably gets pretty hot come around 3 o’clock.

But in other news, for those who’ve commented on my writing, I just wanted to put it out there that I do a printed monthly magazine and a fairly regular podcast. If you’re into those kinda things.

Momma J Momma J · Aug 8, 2018 at 11:57 pm

I look forward to the monthly magazine! I find myself tearful and I find myself laughing out loud - I highly recommended - not because I’m his mother but because it’s so good!

petti · Aug 9, 2018 at 12:40 am

Omg have no regrets go meet him. He may need a friend.
If you don’t want to go by yourself. I will go with you
😉

Mary F · Aug 9, 2018 at 1:27 am

I live in the area now I want to go see if he is outside one day on my way to work. I love this story please keep us posted.

Fitzgerald · Aug 9, 2018 at 2:49 am

F

tcr! tcr! · Aug 9, 2018 at 7:14 am

Are you grading me here? 😉

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Jan 20, 2019
When I be my best self

Content published: Aug 5, 2018 at 1:40 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jan 17, 2019 at 1:40 pm CDT

diaries for July 2018 spread

I’ve been working on my magazine pretty much since I got up, trying to get the July issue all done and off to the printer. Sometimes the pages and layouts just spill onto my screen effortlessly. It’ll sound kinda corny but when I do my best creative work it feels like the cosmos is directing me. That whatever I’m doing just comes out all on it’s own.

Same goes with writing or whatever, too. They’re not my words, they come from somewhere else. It’s like being funny. Everybody knows that we’re not funny when we’re trying to be.

So if I force shit, it just never works. I end up frustrated and hating it. I need to let go and let the cosmic river take me where it sees fit.

Anyways, I’d earmarked today to get this latest issue finished. I was plenty social yesterday and Maggie’s with her mom and I got nothing else going on. I just wanted to be alone and channel my expressive side. Plus, I needed to make things a priority now and then or I won’t get them done. And I had early 80s music on and everything. The B-52s.

But the last 4-5 pages weren’t coming together. I was pushing crap around, rearranging content, deleting shit. Forcing my artistic hand and nothing was working.

And then a thought came to me that wasn’t my own. Because I’m selfish and my best ideas are never mine.

I messaged Sara:

I don’t know if Hope is still with you or what your plans are until this evening, but if you wanted to hangout for an hour or two or whatever my magazine stuff can always wait.

We set up plans for a couple of hours later and then, because I got out of me and what I wanted, put someone else before all that, the stars aligned and everything fell into place. Those last pages of the magazine came together with little effort and little time. The universe spirit moved my hands to paint for me.

Okay, that was definitely corny but it’s true. When I be my best self, the best things happen to me. My magazine is more or less done and I get to see a beautiful girl.

And then Hungry Like The Wolf by Duran Duran came on and life was complete.

#diariesmagazine #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


sadiebug92 · Aug 5, 2018 at 4:00 pm

Beautifully written. Love the honesty. ❤️

tcr! tcr! · Aug 5, 2018 at 4:41 pm

Thank you!!

sadiebug92 · Aug 5, 2018 at 5:12 pm

You’re welcome :)

Momma J Momma J · Aug 5, 2018 at 6:06 pm

Sometimes just need to take a little pressure off the creativity part of us which of course is what you did. You might consider dropping in your magazine from monthly to bi-monthly?

tcr! tcr! · Aug 5, 2018 at 8:54 pm

I’ve thought about it but months are easy to keep track of 😊

sara sara · Aug 5, 2018 at 8:56 pm

No, we ate tacos and THEN life was complete. 💃

Momma J Momma J · Aug 5, 2018 at 8:58 pm

Love it!

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Jan 17, 2019
In this icecapade parade (or life became balanced)

Content published: Jul 25, 2018 at 3:08 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jan 17, 2019 at 8:57 am CDT

Wherein fate is for people who have given up, part 3 of 3.

Toy train caboose

I’m going to jump right in because this story is already long enough in my head. And it’s taken far too long to write. I’ve grown weary of fate and all that it doesn’t have to offer. I’m ready for closure.

So there’s this lady I kinda work with, helping with a project of hers. I get the feeling she got a few dysfunctional nuances about her. Most likely some anger management issues stoked by a little low self-esteem.

My heart goes out to her every now and then, when I see her socially wobbling. My own self-esteem has been a struggle for more of my life than I’d like to admit. So sometimes I want to give her a shoulder to lean on until she can find her balance. Watching people wrestle with and within themselves is heartbreaking.

But. When she turns and looks directly at me inflamed, raises her voice, then all bets are off and I stop caring if she’s a suffering human being. She kinda likes to fight. There’s an overly aggressive drive in her of sorts. One of her nuances. And when we argue it’s paramount that she wins. And that everybody knows she’s right. All along. Even if all evidence and witnesses are saying that she’s wrong.

I’m not interested in being right in the here and now. Or fighting. And she seems to need to do both. But fighting to be right is a fight no one will ever win. Everyone goes away a loser.

I cover up and brace for impact most days. What else am I to do when she comes charging in, other than take a defensive stance, preparing to fend off her oncoming assault? The answer is to pray, of course, to stay plugged into the cosmos so I’m walking a spiritual path before getting into the boxing ring. Pray beforehand for guidance rather than praying afterward for help. Prevent rather than correct kinda thing.

But it’s like, fuck I don’t want to have to do spiritual pushups each and every time prior to seeing this lady. I don’t ask the cosmos for guidance before I hang out with Sara or Maggie. When I’m with them everything just is. There’s no drama or stress. We hold hands out of love. We don’t take jabs at each other because the greater good of our relationship is more overall important than any one person. That’s how you both win.

Okay, so this is the point in the show where things get more specific. Up until now I’ve just been setting the stage for you avid readers.

Over the past few months she started taking a keen interest in my daily well being. Hourly well being as it came to be.

Between 9 and 10 AM she would send me a message and ask me how I was doing. And then I would say something like, “I’m doing good, working on your project.” I always tried to be professional and polite but I’m not going to engage more than superficially with someone whose goal is to be right. Fuck that.

And then she got in the habit of sending me another message, around maybe 11:30 AM. Again, she would ask me how I was doing and I would respond that I was doing good. In my head I would say, “I’m doing just as good as when you asked me an hour ago.”

But wait, peeps! There’s more. She started messaging me in the afternoon, too. I shit you not, this happened almost every workday. Three to four, “How you doing? How’s it going? All good?” type of messages.

It didn’t really even feel like she wanted to know how I was doing. Sometimes it felt like she thought she was being cool, doing finger guns, master of the universe shit. Maybe she didn’t have anything better to do. Maybe it felt good for her to ask caring questions, take an interest in another human being because up until then she never really had.

Humans are complex creatures and our relationships with them can take place on many levels. It’s not always this factor that’s coming into play. Or that factor. Sometimes it’s a combination of both. Sometimes it’s a third factor. Pour in a quart of passive-aggressive and you have a milkshake most people don’t wanna talk to.

I don’t know her ingredients, well her propellant exactly. Why she kept bugging me because I’m sure it was obvious by now that it was getting on my nerves. All of them. Even the baby nerves just born were shouting, “Oh hell no. Not this drivel again.”

It got to the point where I wouldn't even respond to most of her messages. I would answer the first one of the day but then ignore any that came after that. At work I don’t transplant hearts or build rockets but what I do does take brain power. And then every time she would message me it’d interrupt what I was doing, totally break my train of thought.

Think of it like a mechanic under a car with someone routinely coming in the garage asking silly questions. Sooner or later the mechanic is gonna roll out from under the car and say, “I’m fucking working here, you dumbass.”

And I’m a big boy at work. I’ve been doing my job for a long time and if I need help or have questions, I ask. My ego is pretty much non-existent in the workplace. I’ve mostly learned my lessons and what happens when said ego gets too big. I just want to do a good job at work and then go home.

One morning I counted how many times she messaged me how I was doing. Three times that particular day. Before 10 AM. Jesus Christ Almighty. This is when, in this icecapade parade, I quit even acknowledging that she sent any of them.

Where’s my socket wrench? I’m gonna smack somebody upside the head.

And you guys know my go-to for people who get on my nerves. I write them off.

Somewhere in this story I was bitching to Sara about all of this and she said maybe she’s worried, because I was being short with her, and that’s why she kept asking how I was doing. And then I thought, “Good. She should be worried because she’s really pissing me off.”

And yeah, I did write her off a long time ago. It was easy and called for. Totally appropriate as far as I could tell. Monkey throwing poop at you, you best move along. Because they’re gonna keep lobbing their shit.

However, working with someone every day, even remotely, that you’ve written off is an exercise in agony. I don’t like shutting down. I don’t like being cut off from the sunlight and that’s how I feel when I build walls to keep people out. Loving you critters and having you love me is what makes the world go ‘round.

Anyways, there’s all the fruity spiritual stuff and then there’s real life. In any corporate world there’ll be bitches clawing their way to the top. And sometimes scratching you in the face because their childhoods sucked. Because they’ve never dealt with why they have that low self-esteem. Sometimes I get the feeling some people don’t even know that they do. It’s kinda like when the woman on NPR said, “I never knew I had anxiety. I just knew I needed another cigarette.”

I settled into the fact, that this endless stream of comms, and the ring fights to be right are just how it’s going to be with this lady. A spinning airlock door I wasn’t going to get out of until our paths led us far and away from each other. Because people don’t change and my spiritual skills only have so much mileage. My patience for morons is only so high.

And then I’d been thinking about fate way too much this past summer. Because it’s been in the back of my mind and under my skin since forever. Sometimes it feels like I’m doomed. Sometimes it’s easier to just give in and give up to the melancholy than to keep disobeying gravity and fighting fights with people I’ll never win either.


Toy train 2

So I prayed and put this big ball of bullshit into the cosmos’ hands.

And then I didn’t feel any better. Nothing changed. The “how you doing” messages kept coming. And we still kept boxing.

I’m not a big fan of how I’ve felt throughout this whole story. Dysfunction was normal for the better part of my life and since I started looking for fruity enlightenment, bad behaviors don’t feel right any more. They feel yucky. I don’t like being at odds with people.

Because I think too much, I was thinking one night that maybe Sara was right. Because she’s way more compassionate than I am. Compassion in her DNA. So maybe that low self-esteem underneath was what was triggering that lady’s barrage of “all good?” messages. It’s obviously what’s behind her need to be right. People who’re okay with themselves don’t need to prove anything to anybody.

And then I was reading something that Pema wrote in her book[1]When Things Fall Apart ...

Compassionate action is a practice, one of the most advanced. There’s nothing more advanced than relating with others.

So maybe the message lady was anxious by my lack of acknowledgement, by my lack of participation in she and I’s conversations. If someone was all but ignoring me I’d probably be worried that I’d done something that hurt them. And without self-analysis it’s easy to fall into the trap of never looking at what I myself am doing.

The real story here isn’t about the lady though. Or our fights. Or even our messages.

It’s about me.

I kinda sorta believe that we sit in the same grade until we’re ready to move onto the next one. And that can suck when we feel like we’re repeating the same lesson over and over again. It’s pretty easy for me to shut down and run away. Never legitimately learn from whatever assignment is on my desk. But then I never grow. I’m stuck eating the same leaves, day in and day out.

So I needed to do something about and in my dealings with this lady. Just for me. Regardless of what else happened.

Sara also said that the lady and I were caught in a “dysfunctional, infinite loop.” When it becomes all too evident that my self-defeating patterns are running the show, I can’t live with them anymore. Because I don’t like feeling stuck. Knowing that I am stuck. I want to be a bigger person, be a better man than I was a year ago. Be bigger than the guy who was treading water in useless swimming metaphors.

And then I was thinking a thought that wasn’t my own. One of those thoughts that wasn’t my idea, one that doesn’t come to me by default ...

People deserve your full attention.

I’d wrote about that topic not long ago but only in reference to people I care about. It had nothing to do with, nor had I any intention of applying that to people I’d written off.

So then the next morning when the first “how you doing” message popped up, I concentrated 100% on the conversation. I stopped multitasking, shut off the headphone music, and even turned away from my desk so as not to be distracted. I didn’t do anything but directly engage in the conversation, focused solely on what she was saying.

It can be difficult for me to do the opposite of what I’m accustomed to doing, even more so when other people are behaving badly. But I did it anyway. I took a step in the right direction and let the god within take me where I needed to go spiritually.

I acted like I cared about her and her feelings. Because she was human. A whole human being. I tried to be as loving and accepting with her as I am with my friends.

At first she seemed a little wary, a little unsure about getting my full participation but within a few minutes she was completely gung-ho to be gabbing. It felt like both of us came out of that spinning airlock. Life became balanced. The wheels were no longer in motion and the runaway train stopped and let us both off.

People want to feel a part of. They want to feel accepted, that they count.

Looking past their shortcomings isn’t always easy but it is possible when I do some real soul searching and look at the world from a cosmic perspective. Get out of the minute details and look at life from afar. Stop using my magnifying glass to scrutinize someone else’s most annoying traits.

When our morning message conversation was over, I felt better and I hope that she left the conversation feeling good about it, too. I think she did as she lightened up on sending as many messages from then on. Maybe my attitude change had a positive impact on her attitude. It doesn’t matter, though, because I felt good about me.

I can talk spiritual truths all day long but when I live the change I want to see in the world I get to stand in the sunlight once again. The loop no longer exists. I can move around in life and not live behind the walls I’m too good at building. Because when I build walls they keep everything out, not just the certain someones I’m not getting along with.

Every now and then I’ll still get more “how you doing” messages than I’d like and I can still get pretty frustrated with her. On my worst days I’ll again flat out ignore her and her bullshit for sure.

On my best days I’m confident in who I am and what I believe and engaging in the fight provides little interest and little value. Confidence is a bonus point from humility. It lets us walk with our heads held high. It lets us move forward because everything we do will be okay no matter what.

And when I do feel like I’m entering that dysfunctional loop, mostly it’s plain as day and that awareness makes it easier to take a step back.

Do I really wanna get in that ring again? Not really.

The cosmos will heal us, teach us when we’re ready and receptive.


Toy train 3

At the end of the day do you know what I really hate? Being full of loathing. Look toward the future and assume it’ll be dreadful. “Hate” because when one’s heart has been touched by love, the doom and gloom from yesterday sit in piss unappealing.

Fate is for people who have given up. After living with a predetermined future for this long and having concrete examples to the contrary, I can say that I no longer see it as valid cosmic force. I have plenty of my own real life evidence that says the opposite. Personal experience is always what changes my mind.

And really, I’ve found the future to be mostly irrelevant. We live in this very second and what we do this very moment is all that matters.

That’s where the change takes place. That’s where miracles happen. That’s where we decide how our lives will be today. The cosmic now.

If we do our best work in the here and now then when we look back, our memories will be wonderful.

#fatedebate #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


  1. Sara got me that book because her heart is that big.


Momma J Momma J · Jul 25, 2018 at 4:44 pm

WOW

tcr! tcr! · Jul 25, 2018 at 5:12 pm

I’m assuming that’s a good “wow” 😊

Momma J Momma J · Jul 25, 2018 at 5:50 pm

YES!

tcr! tcr! · Jul 25, 2018 at 9:11 pm

Good 🤩

Shawneemicks · Jan 16, 2019 at 11:05 am

Awesome insights my man

tcr! tcr! · Jan 16, 2019 at 9:06 pm

Thank you! It was a long fought battle that mostly turned out okay in the end. 😊

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Jan 17, 2019
Treading water (or unfasten your seatbelts)

Content published: Jul 12, 2018 at 10:18 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 16, 2019 at 9:08 am CDT

Wherein fate has limits, part 2 of 3.

Treading water

Toward the end of my drinking it was like treading water. Never going anywhere, not having any fun, just struggling to do the bare minimum to stay afloat. A soggy, pathetic, emotional mess.

I was well past my reckless youth, going out and getting into trouble, wrecking cars, being thrown in jail. Well past the padded room I chased an orderly out of with a safety pin. It was just me, the liquor, and myself. Paddling in a sea of cold air in a dark, damp basement.

I’m going to mix and match reality and imagination. Analogies and metaphors. Because that’s what you do when you’re me.

So to continue with the useless swimming metaphor, I would watch people up on the beach barbecuing, playing frisbee, soaking up sun rays. My family was there, too.

And there I was, what felt like miles away, growing physically tired of the repetitive stokes. And miserably alone. Really though, everybody was only a few feet away, just up and around the stairs.

A few years ago I used this same metaphor but in that story there was an anchor and a chain weighing me down. In the years since first writing of it I’ve change my mind. That rusty chain implied an external force that had me moored. But that’s not true. It was only me and my inner turmoil that kept me treading water on the futon.

Every now and then my ex-wife would tell me that I needed to come in from the water, be with them up on the beach. Sit with them. But I never listened. I couldn’t hear what she was saying over the water and my splashing. It was all too loud. It was all but impossible to listen. I couldn’t focus when I was drunk. My head sunburnt with hellfire hangovers. My eyes closed after my favorite sunglasses were washed away.

I would often think to myself, this is it. I’m not gonna die from exploding diving tanks in a fiery crash. I’m just going to be stuck here treading water, corroding over the decades. Because I can swim against the tides all I want but there’s no escape from the thrashing whirlpool, the sticky tarpit of fate.

And then maybe one day when I don’t have any strength left I’d just slip away. Lethally injected with alcoholic strychnine. In yet another metaphor. Poor me.

Anyways, one day in between waves (or days depending on your makeup) I’m spying my family up on the beach and then she starts packing up the car. I cried out in panicked silence as my insides unfroze.

“Holy shit she’s really gonna leave. She’s not playing around this time. The trunk is open and she’s actually putting the picnic basket and shit in there.”

And then I freaked. Swam to shore like a true Olympian. Like a flock of sharks were nipping at my toes. Whatever cosmic harpoon that had me tethered to myself had finally been cut.

When I reached the sand and the shore and the safety of solid ground, dear lord, the panic didn’t stop. It multiplied. In color. I hadn’t done the whole sober living thing since 152nd Street. And I sucked at it.

So I ran up and down the beach like my hair was on fire in a full blown, year-plus-long panic attack. Being out of the water and on my feet was messy. My eyes needed to adjust, my fingers needed to dry out. I needed to catch my breath.

And then I got a new futon. Because the old one had been torpedoed to death. With bullshit.

So I guess my point to this story is that when the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of change, we will swim for our lives. Fate be damned.

#alcoholism #fatedebate #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Jul 12, 2018 at 2:13 pm

So glad you made the choice to swim

tcr! tcr! · Jul 12, 2018 at 2:31 pm

Me, too!

Sammons · Jul 13, 2018 at 12:39 am

Me too!

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Jan 16, 2019
Do you wanna know what will really suck?

Content published: Jul 28, 2018 at 5:50 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jan 15, 2019 at 11:17 am CDT

Empty bird bath

It’ll be when you notice that the someone who you’ve spent years of your life with is now gone. You’ve already grieved in the months since they left and now it’s been a few years and then you realize again, for no apparent reason, that they no longer live in the home you once shared.

And you’ll think about all those moments you let slip away when you could’ve held her hand but instead chose to be grumpy because he didn’t do the laundry that one time.

Yeah, that’ll suck. Maybe you’ll want to rewind the clock and postpone that twentieth fishing trip of the summer, but dude you can’t.

Remember that time you got pissy because you saw him looking out of the corner of his eye at a cute girl who walked by? Do you know why he did that? It wasn’t because he didn’t love you, it was because he’s human. And that’s what people do. If someone says they don’t look, they’re lying. So what if she’s checking out some hot guy that has more muscles than you. She chose you and that’s much bigger than any fleeting animal instinct.

Because after you’re done doing all the yard work for the weekend you’ll be looking around and admiring what a good job you did, but no one will be right there to share it with you. That person may have been laid to rest or they might just be on the other side of town but either way they’ll be gone. The neighbors won’t pat you on the back either. They’ll just be glad your dandelion forest has been cut down.

Sure, that might be a lovely castle you built for yourself but being a king or queen living alone is dreadful. And your new clip board won’t mean a fucking thing.

Ask yourself what’s more important. Is it that the dishes are done or that you have someone to hold and love for the rest of your life? There will always be more dishes to do but there won’t always be somebody home.

It’ll be after 5 o’clock on a Saturday night and the only person you’ll have talked to is the Hispanic lady in the drive-through window at McDonald’s. And she’ll barely be able to speak English.

So go ahead and chase your dreams like Edmund did when he first climbed Mount Everest but after you’re done get your ass back to base camp and kiss the woman that kept your dinner warm. If you don’t have someone to share your triumphants with, what’s the point in having them?

And the next time that he’s watching some dumb documentary on the History channel about WWII technology, grab some couch and just be with him. Even if Panzer tanks do have you rolling your eyes. Don’t wait until the moment you walk by an empty couch with the TV off to figure out that you made a mistake and missed your chance for happily ever after.

And all those things you hold dear, that are oh so important, like emptying the cat litter or finishing that video game, they’re all inconsequential when paired against a living, breathing person who loves you.

And, on the off chance, that person is still with you now then hug them dearly.

People need time to grow into their best selves. You do, too. Enjoy the journey together. It’s not one you’ll want to make on your own.

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PS- I normally stay away from writing in the “you" perspective but for this story it seemed fitting. Because it’s not all just about me.

#photos #relationships #birdbath #diariespodcast

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Jan 15, 2019
You cannot unbutton this jacket

Content published: Jul 8, 2018 at 10:40 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 13, 2019 at 9:43 pm CDT

Wherein fate is a miserable state, part 1 of 3.

Black and white Metra train

Rivers want to roll downhill. You can put a dam up and stop their flow but their destination won’t change. They all dump into the sea. And eventually your dam will give out and then you or somebody else will build another dam but yet, still the river flows downhill. With all man’s technological marvel, water is what it is.

That’s abstract and non-personal but also a good pre-game show.

Because then there was that one time we were leaving a neighborhood Christmas party. As I’m walking down the sidewalk with family in tow, I slipped and fell on a patch of ice. I saw it coming like a slow motion horror flick. Time slowed to a near stand still and the whole audience screamed, “don’t go down there!!” But then I kept going toward certain doom anyway and gravity did its thing.

There’s nothing you can do about gravity. It’s the Terminator that can’t be talked to or reasoned with. It will always be there. Pulling you down. Because that’s what it does. Gravity has only one job and it never fails. It never quits.

Even though I tried to be as careful as I could I still went crashing down on the frozen, slippery sidewalk. In front of the everybody. Just as they all knew I would. I felt as if everybody but me expected me to fall. Because I had it coming. It was in my cards.

That’s how I see fate. A piece of shit gravitational, cosmic force and it’s coming for you. It won’t let you down and does exactly what it’s supposed to do. Good luck cheating it. Because you won’t. Nobody can.

Fate’s never been anything good to me. Never thought of fate as having a positive outcome. Maybe that’s my true nature of pessimism shining through regardless of how many pictures of sunsets and flowers I take. Underneath the cosmic candy coating is a thread, not vindictive, but menancing inevitable.

A distant dead end terminal that's only getting closer. And then I’m riding the runaway train. That’s going to derail when it smashes into the concrete wall of fate. And I’m the engineer who can’t do anything but watch in horror. Feel the momentum and the chugging that keeps me off balance as I’m unwillingly whisked away to the last stop.

I can only know that the crash is coming. It’s for certain. It’s just fate. There’s no getting off and there’s no stopping the wheels. They’ve always been in motion. The engine’s supercharged and the brakes are out. Fate’s seatbelts are fastened and I can struggle all I like but too bad, I’m stuck in this seat.

Along the same lines, the calendar says biblical armageddon up ahead, around the bend. And there ain’t shit anybody can do. History’s already been written and the words read rapture. And I’ve never been good with religion. So I’m fucked. I’ve never measured up anyway and according to fate, I never will. It’s already been decided. The scripture’s ink is dry and red. One cannot unwrite or undo fate. There’s no redos and you only get one shot. Plus you didn’t even draw the arrow or take the aim.

Just like time, fate wants to happen. In the sci-fi shows I watch where the characters time travel they generally have this as a central and understood theme: changing the course of history is all for naught. Because even if they do something different, events happen anyway. The end result is still now and will always be the same.

And if possibly, on the off chance, someone does alter the timeline to cheat and beat fate then the cosmos is pissed and things far worse unfold. Nice try. But no.

My interest in time travel, physics, and the like is not because I want to unlock the mysteries of the universe, but because I want to unlock the door, disengage the bolt that holds my fate in place. To feel confident that one day I’ll walk past the ice without falling.

Unfortunately what I feel[1] now is that I can struggle all I want, swim against the tides but there’s no escape from the thrashing whirlpool, the sticky tarpit of fate. I’m stuck with this black and bleak outcome forever. What I want long term is irrelevant. Fate is unavoidable. It’s determined.

Of course when I rewind to the Christmas icecapade it’s true that I’d been alcoholic drinking in the hours before I fell. But how many alcoholics are doomed, feel doomed to their intoxicated fate? I doubt if it’s their idea. No alcoholic ever said, “I’d like to spend my life in isolation and despair, hurt all the people I ever loved and cared about. Give up my sense of humanity and devo to an incoherent mess, too drunk to even wonder what went wrong but burdened with emotional suffering and a liquor that keeps flowing like a feast, a celebration to the gods."

The last six months or so that I was drinking, well that’s just the way it was going to be. That it had to be. And there was zero I could do about it. Chained to a stupor on the futon, watching black-and-white movies where the monsters were just off screen and coming for you. The shot focusing on the terror building in the B-movie bystanders as the monsters off camera were moving closer. And closer. And closer.

Fate’s a death sentence and nobody wants to die. But you have to. Fate is seriously a haunted undertone and undertow my whole life. The current insists without compromise that you will go where it wants you to go. Even if you drown.

Fate’s food coloring that’s stained my soul despite my best efforts to convince myself otherwise.

And karma’s got nothing on fate either because, even if you’re good, you’ll still crash your bike. Because that’s what was meant to happen all along. Because fate overrules destiny. We’re all just peons squeaking protests over in the corner of our garage.

Don’t take this all as my argument in favor of fate. I’m not a big fan of the concept. But this is how I feel when I take an honest look. Since Halloween.

Look at the evidence. How many people have you known that went off on a life tangent that didn’t make any sense? That was horribly self-destructive but then they kept going anyway?

That was just their fate. Sure, people can be stubborn and human in the things they do but self-preservation seems like it’d win out over all else. But it doesn’t. Seems to me that we’re being forcibly led (dragged) by something much bigger. And for a flock of humans that finality isn’t good. And again, they don’t have a say in the matter. They don’t have a choice. Magnetized to choices they don’t wanna make.

But back to Halloween. In the 1978 movie there’s a scene where the main character, Laurie, is day dreaming in high school. Preoccupied with her own thoughts. The teacher is droning on and slowly her voice begins to fade. And then Carpenter’s eerie piano kicks in and Laurie sees the bogeyman outside, standing obvious, behind a car. His time is not now but he wants her to know that it’s coming.

And then Laurie is snapped back to class when the teacher tells her to “answer the question.” Laurie quickly obliges with what seems to be an answer she knew all along, with an answer she had physically witnessed a split second before.

...Samuels felt that fate was like a natural element. Like earth, air, fire, and water.

Her teachers agrees.

That’s right, Samuels definitely personified fate. In Samuels’ writing fate is unmovable, like a mountain. It stands where man passes away. Fate never changes.

The end.

#allislost #fatedebate #diariespodcast


  1. It’s a feeling, not a belief. Intellect tells me I’m being silly with this, but feelings tell me things are real.

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Jan 14, 2019
Just one can of my favorite soda

Content published: May 22, 2018 at 9:31 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 13, 2019 at 9:43 pm CDT

20180522 Just one can of my favorite soda

I was telling Sara last night about the time I was in a grocery store and they had 12 packs of my favorite soda. Unfortunately I couldn’t buy just one, the man was sticking it to me (and the world) by forcing me to buy all 12.

So I did what any teenage anarchist would do. I ripped opened the box and pulled out just one can of my favorite soda.

Delighted with myself I took le single can of soda up to the checkout aisle and fetched a crisp one dollar bill from my wallet, feeling confident that would more than cover the cost.

However, when the checkout guy in his maroon apron tried to scan the barcode it failed two or three times. He then gave me a puzzled look and asked me where I had found this particular can. I told him that I got it outta a box in the soda aisle.

His bepuzzlement quickly turned to annoyance and he firmly let me know that I couldn’t do that. The cans weren’t marked for individual sale and therefore wouldn’t be in his system.

Avid readers, that was the day I learned the customer is not always right.

#soda #rebellion #videos #diariespodcast

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Jan 14, 2019
Looking for a road to walk

Content published: Mar 13, 2017 at 10:15 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 6, 2019 at 12:29 pm CDT

That God could and would

One of my absolute favorite lines in the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous is the last pertinent idea of How It Works (PDF):

God could and would if he were sought.

We only have to seek god, that is all.

Half the time I don’t feel in touch with anything but I’m looking for a road to walk, searching for spiritual footing. I'm questing, out to slay demogorgons and smell the flowers.

When I first got sober I had to climb out of that damn hole I'd dug and unfortunately when I got out there was a huge hill before me. And then it was all uphill from there. The good news though is that the incline isn’t as steep the higher we climb, the farther we go.

No matter what I'm going through, the pain, the anxiety, the fear, the emotional puke -- they all gradually relax their grips the more I keep walking through whatever fire has been lit.[1] Then one day I realize that my feets are no longer smoking and only mildly warm, just a smolder.

It feels chaotic at times because the pain seems to come in lightning bolts that I was never expecting.[2] I've always felt blindsided by them. What the fuck was that? And then it can take months or even years to recover from those bolts. It'd be nice if pain went away as fast as it seems to come but it doesn't.

So what I do is pray for miracles because God could and would if sought. God just does for us what we cannot do for ourselves. Lightning bolts can come out of the blue but so do miracles.

As an example: we'd moved to Oregon state in late 2000 right before the tech bubble publicly burst in 2001. It was impossible for me to find work and financial times were lean and then dire. In 2004 I hadn't worked full time in I don't know how long. I'd applied for jobs of all shapes and sizes, had my resume on all the online job boards, blah, blah.

I mean, you have applied to everything on wheels from Toyota to Schwinn. You're gonna get a job any day now.
Caroline Butler, Mr. Mom

And then one day I'm watching Mexican Wrestling in broad daylight and I get a phone call[3] from a recruiter looking to fill a contract spot at Microsoft. Again, what the fuck was that? I couldn't believe it. Why the hell would someone call me of all people to go hammer on a keyboard at Microsoft?

I worked there for a year as a contractor and then full-time until late 2006, met some of the best people I've ever known. My world was all of a sudden bigger inside and out. It was one of those eras in life that I still treasure when I look back.

My point is that one phone call from Vinny changed everything, changed everything from there on out. For the better. It's like when you're walking down a street in a shady neighborhood and then turn right and all of a sudden you're in the safest, hippest part of town.

Even though I was drinking at the time I knew that telephone ring was all God's grace. It wasn't anything I'd done, wasn't anything I'd surely deserved.

It's easy to loose sight of hope when the times are dark but expect miracles, peeps. They're coming soon to a theater near you -- just be open to receiving them and then embrace them when they come.

And please don't think I've transcended up to any spiritual, moral higher ground. Some days I get sucked into playing video games for hours because I don't wanna climb no damn hills. Or I'll watch Mexican wrestling because it makes me feel good and distracts me from responsibilities and real life.

 It's risky but I do it because I don't have any real consequences.


So with all that said, my actions seem to influence how I feel much more than the other way around.

If I act like an asshole then I feel like one. If I act like a good person then I feel like one, too.

I just try to be the best me that I can in any given moment. And then I seek god's will. That's all.

Last thing: just look for God and worry about the finding later.

#alcoholism #advancedsoul #lettherebehope #diariespodcast


  1. Generally I lit the fire

  2. Generally because I've got my head stuck in the sand

  3. I never answer the phone so the mere fact that I did is a miracle in itself


teresels · Mar 13, 2017 at 8:28 pm

Sought, not even necessarily found

tcr! tcr! · Mar 13, 2017 at 8:31 pm

Yep, exactly

Pris257 · Mar 14, 2017 at 1:15 pm

That was a good read. I especially liked this:

So with all that said, my actions seem to influence how I feel much more than the other way around.
If I act like an asshole then I feel like one. If I act like a good person then I feel like one, too.

tcr! tcr! · Mar 14, 2017 at 1:48 pm

Thanks! :)

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Mar 15, 2017 at 3:20 am

Worthiness. Stark raving here. Can’t stand it.

“…Obi Wan, You’re my only hope.” #lettherebehope

tcr! tcr! · Mar 15, 2017 at 2:30 pm

I need to make the #hashtags clickable in the comments

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Mar 17, 2017 at 10:44 am

so i been reading what you wrote about climbing that mountain of spiritual enlightenment. john f. used to tell me (he told PGC the same thing, i suspect) that after i attain enlightenment the first time some neanderthal ottumwa resident says something that they’re likely to say, i will be right there amongst ‘em in about .2 seconds. the human condition, (not ‘rhoids) isn’t lust, it’s anger.

the first thing of note recorded in the bible is when cain goes upside the head of his brother. dispatches his brother to his maker without undue ceremony. and for little or nothing. this is the human condition and our attempts to conquer it are doomed, methinks. we need to make friends with that part of ourselves, (i’ve always known that part but always forgot what came next) so we will be better able to forgive and love the part of ourselves that bashes some bozo’s head in during a traffic incident. if we do that, we’ll be better able to forgive and love the bozo in question for unnecessarily crossing our gilded path.

keep the words coming. spiritual revolution happens (sorry ghandi) with outbursts of murderous fucking rage and attendant slew of vile invective ‘bout our brothers.

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Jan 06, 2019
Desperately seeking a Democrat for light housework

Content published: Jun 29, 2017 at 9:00 am CDT
· podcast published: Jan 3, 2019 at 5:29 pm CDT

Yes, you will be expected to clean. Netflix will be off-limits, however, you may bring headphones. But not your individualism. Independent thought is encouraged but keep moral outrage to yourself. This is a job not a march. Liberals are okay so long as you bring your own cleaning supplies. Hippies may also apply but will be required to check the hemp at the front door.

Cross-posted to craigslist →

#helpwanted #diariespodcast

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Jan 03, 2019
Within a 10 block radius

Content published: Jul 9, 2018 at 4:05 pm CDT
· podcast published: Dec 30, 2018 at 12:10 pm CDT

So this past weekend I pulled into the gas station to get some supplies. It’s the weekend and it’s sunny so the gas station is plum full of cars. I pull up close to the building in an empty spot. It wasn’t an official parking spot but gas stations are free-for-alls when they’re busy. One guy had even parked right in front of entrance to the gas station so whatever.

I go in and get my supplies, wait in line for 10 minutes while Aunt Loretta picks out her Powerball numbers. My favorite thing.

Also, before I say anymore, don’t make this about you. Because it’s not.

I come back out, get in my truck, and am getting ready to leave when a guy, a big dude, tries to squeeze in between my truck and the gas station. Of course he could’ve easily walked around on the other side but no, he chose to squeeze through the narrow corridor between my truck and the station.

There wasn’t even a sidewalk there for crying out loud. Well, there was but nobody could walk on it with the ice machine, firewood, stacks of blue washer fluids taking all the walkway real estate.

So I’m sitting there close enough to literally touch him as he shimmies by. About a foot past my driver side window he starts shaking his head in what I can only assume to be judgmental disbelief that I had the ABSOLUTE NERVE to park where I did.

Shit like that gets on my nerves like you wouldn’t believe. I don’t do well when people judge me for situations they put themselves in to begin with. Like I’m somehow at fault because he couldn't squeeze his 600 pound life through the two foot gap I left.

So then I yell out in all of my spiritual glory, “FUCK YOU” loud enough for anybody within a 10 block radius to hear.

He doesn’t turn around but instead continues toward the gas station door.

And then I realize that wasn’t another of my finest moments.

PS- I want to stress that I see this as something along the lines of me going into the Big and Tall stores and then shaking my head because nothing on the racks is in my size.

#socialproblems #diariespodcast

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Dec 30, 2018
I eat more when I'm happy

Content published: Jul 2, 2018 at 2:21 pm CDT
· podcast published: Dec 22, 2018 at 4:12 pm CDT

Based on my scientific observations and the data I’ve collected as of late, I’ve found that I eat more when I’m happy. When I’m stressed I don’t want to eat at all.

Now then, please note that I’ve gained 37 pounds over the last two months.

In related news, I don’t know why I wear white. Because then everybody knows what I’ve been eating.

So the interesting part of this story. While I was amusing myself with my formula on the drive to work, a feeling came blurting its way into my scientific stream of thought:

“Now, since this is all over, you can finally have your way.”

I don’t know why that thought came barging in, it just did. Shit bubbles to the surface for no apparent reason. And this time I was like “wow” since it was so far removed from what I’d previously been thinking and I immediately recognized it as residue.

Feel the emotions and let them go. I bet 99% of the time there isn't a reason as to why we have them.

#moreevidence #diariespodcast


asquared01 · Jul 2, 2018 at 2:59 pm

Same here! If I’m upset/stressed, I don’t eat.

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Dec 22, 2018
Post mortem, Bourdain

Content published: Jun 25, 2018 at 9:20 am CDT
· podcast published: Dec 19, 2018 at 3:10 pm CDT

Young Anthony Bourbain

The thing that I had a hard time wrapping my mind around with Anthony Bourdain's suicide is that I kept thinking he was supposed to be above all of that. I wanted not to be surprised but I really was. I felt let down at first regardless of what I said.

I don’t have the kind of heroes or as many of them as I did when I was a teenager but Bourdain may have been the closest thing I had to a celebrity hero as a grown-up.

From the time he was a teenager, through his 20s and 30s, on into his 40s and 50s, and then even in his 60s I admired and respected his different phases and who he ended up as a human being.

With his death I kept thinking annoyed, “you don’t give up.”

When people lose their hope it can sometimes rub off on us. There’s nothing good enough out there to look forward to kinda thing. When the future’s not bright and the struggles of everyday are too much then what’s the point?

I never saw Bourdain as wondering what the point was though. Or running out of hope. But then again I only saw what made it into his TV shows.

Kinda sucks that real-life heroes are only humans, too.

#anthonybourdain #allislost #diariespodcast


fleming · Jun 25, 2018 at 10:42 am

I loved Bourdain, too, watched him throughout the years, and always thought he had such sad eyes, like he was carrying the weight of the world. After periodically reading he suffered from depression, alcoholism and heroin addiction, this sadness made sense to me. I also read he had relapsed with the heroin and that broke my heart, but I understand when the last vestiges of hope are gone and the pain is so overwhelming, death seems to be the only option for relief. I am so sad he is gone, but will never…as some will say…will never call him a coward or selfish. Imagine the pain he must have suffered to resort to suicide, and feel only loss and sympathy.

DeeDee · Jun 25, 2018 at 11:15 am

I luv him too!

erin · Jun 25, 2018 at 11:51 am

He keeps showing up in my dreams but I am not sure what he is there to teach me.

tcr! tcr! · Jun 25, 2018 at 4:53 pm

Well, my take is that I know you you’re a traveler and I know that you love good food so my guess would be that you’re to write a cookbook.

erin · Jun 27, 2018 at 12:34 am

Anthony Hopkins made an appearance last night so I am leaning away from cookbook. #truestory #benadryl

elaineorr · Jun 25, 2018 at 11:56 am

Maybe what we learn is that when we ask someone how they are they they say, “Having a bad day,” or even “so-so,” we need to ask, “What’s going on with you?” or “How can I help?”

prokop · Jun 25, 2018 at 4:44 pm

I felt the same. It’s just so sad.

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Dec 19, 2018
Unless I'm a celebrity gardener

Content published: Jun 22, 2018 at 9:00 am CDT
· podcast published: Dec 15, 2018 at 10:13 am CDT

Spiral staircase

Not long ago I was reading an article wherein the author said that people aren’t going to care about what you’re doing. Like if I plant a wonderful garden people aren’t going to come from miles around to see it. They won’t throw flowers and shower me with attention.

Unless I’m a celebrity gardener, nobody will care.

How the author believed it did work was like this: if I care about you and your garden then you in turn will care about me and my garden. Of course there’s no black and white rule that you can apply to all people or all situations but I do think there’s a lot to be said for me caring about you and you reciprocating.

All the people that subscribe to my magazine, I’ve established relationships with them. Showed a true interest in them as human beings. And not because I want them to subscribe but because I legitimately care about them and their lives. Because people can smell a rat.

I don’t want to go off on a ratty tangent but I do know that my life is much bigger, much more meaningful when I get to experience another person’s sorrow and happiness. And as a bonus I get to have people care about me and my pursuits. Humans are special. Valuable creatures. If I want to be treated as such then I better do my part.

It’s not always easy to stop and listen to what people are saying when we have plates in the air spinning but what I’ve found is that being there for another’s triumphants becomes so much more fulfilling than experiencing mine own.

Okay, I’d like to think myself all that and a bag of chips but I’m not that spiritual. I don’t fully engage all the time with everyone else’s wins.

However, when I do life is pretty good. Another's joy will lift up my soul and foster my own creativity. My struggles aren’t that impossible and my plates don’t spin nearly as fast.

And if the china falls, whatever.

#relationships #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


Karly · Jun 22, 2018 at 9:58 am

You had me until that last line. Replace “whatever” with primal scream and all out panic….and then I’m back in. Lol

tcr! tcr! · Jun 22, 2018 at 10:18 am

That’s funny. I like to use examples like breaking china because they make me uncomfortable with the thought of them actually happening.

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Dec 15, 2018
Red faced robot

Content published: Jun 20, 2018 at 10:01 am CDT
· podcast published: Dec 12, 2018 at 11:49 am CDT

Red faced robot

So I have this thing that I’ve been doing ever since I was a teenager. It’s not a healthy thing and I’ve struggled to let go of it ever since I stopped drinking.

Most of the time I don’t even realize I’m doing it until after I’ve already done it.

In the last several weeks I realized just how bad the behavior is. How it takes me out of the moment and distracts me from all that I have and all that's truly important.

So I've paying attention in life and seek not to put myself in the situations that prompt my bad behavior in the first place. And I pray for graceful nudges to keep me on the right spiritual path. Me being who I am, it's all too easy for me to wander off on a self-seeking tangent.

And I’m proud to say that I’ve done fairly well at not doing it.

What is it you may be wondering? That is another very good question but it doesn’t matter.

Anyways, what really sparked my attention to this behavior is that I had somebody do the same thing to me recently. After I’d been doing my best not to do it. And it didn’t feel good. It was a real eye-opener of just how bad it can be when you’re on the receiving end. Karma defined if you will.

And then in related news, what the real story is, is when Sara told me that she didn’t believe in karma.

The notion that karma is false hasn't left since. Maybe karma is dogma, a made up law to keep people in line for fear of cosmic reprisal.

And then I thought that Sara's most likely a spiritual revolutionary.

Karma keeps me out of the moment, keeps me waiting for yesterday's falling dominoes to finally catch up and knock me down in the present. It feeds my suspicion and keeps me thinking that I don't deserve nice things. Because of the bad things I've done.

Karma also gives us a reason "why" and typically that's never important. To our internal struggles.

What is important is me being the best me that I can be. In the here and now.

#photos #robots #advancedsoul 🤔 #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Jun 20, 2018 at 10:14 am

Please tell us what Behavior you are referring to!!

tcr! tcr! · Jun 20, 2018 at 10:17 am

Irrelevant :)

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Jun 20, 2018 at 10:18 am

It doesn’t matter.

Momma J Momma J · Jun 20, 2018 at 10:19 am

Not irrelevant to me, your mother!

Momma J Momma J · Jun 20, 2018 at 10:20 am

Hi Jimi - it matters to me, his mother!

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Jun 20, 2018 at 10:28 am

Ok. We’re both pretty sure it wasn’t anything monstrous. I doubt he’s capable of anything our imaginations can conjure. I’m on your side, Jeanie. :)

Hater McGhray Hater McGhray · Jun 20, 2018 at 10:31 am

What did you do to those dolls?

heather heather · Jun 20, 2018 at 2:13 pm

I bet it’s picking your nose

tcr! tcr! · Jun 20, 2018 at 5:04 pm

Close

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Dec 12, 2018
Reich Between the Eyes on the Wolfenstein II: The New Colossus soundtrack

Content published: Jun 19, 2018 at 12:57 pm CDT
· podcast published: Dec 8, 2018 at 3:14 pm CDT

Peeps, the soundtrack for Wolfenstein II: The New Colossus was released today digitally. I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for it just as I have. I’ve only listened to the first five songs but it’ll punch you in the teeth for sure. If you’re into that.

Reich Between the Eyes will be one song I’ll never listen to while driving for sure. I can feel the road rage amplifying already.

Also, Bethesda put the whole album up as one animated still on YouTube if you need it. Two and a half hours of solid Wolfenstein hard hitting velocity.

The next time I’m angry cleaning I’m just going to throw the latter up on my family room TV and get to it.

And lastly, while I've been waiting for the Wolfenstein and Tomb Raider sequels, I've been playing way too much Fallout 4.

#musicvideos #wolfenstein #diariespodcast

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Dec 08, 2018
Share the road with bikes?

Content published: Jun 14, 2018 at 8:47 am CDT
· podcast published: Dec 7, 2018 at 3:12 pm CDT

How about they go the speed limit? Or obey the traffic signals? Or decide if they’re going to be on the street or the sidewalk?

I ride my bike as much as anybody. Okay, that’s not true. I have a bike in my garage and I’ve only ridden a few times this year.

But I’ve seen the guy at Sammy’s Bikes race around town, blow through stop signs, make wild ass turns without warning, weave around cars, all like he’s in a race to win the World Cup.

When I do ride my bike if I’m on the sidewalk then I act like a pedestrian. And if I’m on the street I act like a car. I stop at stop signs even if nobody’s around.

I do my best to follow the laws in either case. Because I believe in the greater good.

Yes, I still protest in my garage but I’m not a big fan of anarchy in the streets. I’m much more interested in communal well-being than getting my rocks off on my 10 speed.

#bikes #socialproblems #diariespodcast

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Dec 07, 2018
I fucked this up

Content published: Jun 13, 2018 at 11:57 am CDT
· podcast published: Dec 5, 2018 at 2:06 pm CDT

Yellow lily hiding in the leaves

I set up an auto-renew feature on a client’s website not long ago so members could check a box and have their member account renewed each year. It’s a win-win for the client and the member since neither would need to do anything. The client would collect their membership dues and the member would have uninterrupted access to the site. Hurray!

However. When the first member selected the option their credit card was charged twice. And then of course it happened to the second member.

After each duplicate charge I thoroughly reviewed my code to see what was going wrong and for the life of me I couldn’t figure it out. I was even tempted to just disable the feature and not tell anybody. But that wouldn’t be the right thing to do even if it did solve the problem from my end. I ended up telling the website to send me emails anytime anything happened with the auto-renewals.

This morning I got up after only sleeping six or so hours and I saw a handful of emails from the site. Of course the latest member had two charges on their credit card. Again. It’s one thing to screw something up and look like an idiot. It’s something else to look like an idiot and bill a client’s member an extra $125.

When I’m tired I don’t have much patience. I’m easily frustrated and it doesn’t take long for me to give up on life. And maybe yell at the cat because she wants her breakfast.

But often times giving up is exactly what we’re supposed to do. When we can't see the flowers for the leaves.

Let go and stop trying to fix and manage and control things that we’re not suppose to. Let go of the mess we’ve made of things. Being full of imperfection, it’s a given that we’ll screw things up. And it’s totally cool to say “I made a huge mess and I need help cleaning it up.”

So then after I was at my wit’s end and I remembered I need to give up in life, I prayed. I asked the cosmos for help and guidance in fixing a huge problem I created.

After we let go we’re set free. Free to see things how they really are. Clarity won’t come when I’m frustrated and unhinged. It comes when I have a clear mind and a positive outlook. When I’m anchored to a spiritual rock. I need to find harmony inside and out if I want to move forward when I’m stuck.

Society won’t often reward us for admitting defeat or being vulnerable or saying I fucked this up. Especially in the corporate/business world.

But when I am those things regardless of my circumstances or environment, I’m rewarded with tranquility and contentment on the cosmic scale. Sometimes I even get a steel blue striped donut.

Anyways, here’s the email conversation I had with the client after I went to work and spent less than half an hour on finding and fixing the auto renewals bug.


Hi CLIENT,

I deeply regret to say that these duplicate charges have been my fault.

After reviewing all the code again this morning I see that PayPal lets you set the recurring charge amount and then also an initial charge amount for auto renewals. I had set an initial charge because I misunderstood PayPal’s documentation to mean that would be the first charge.

In any account I’ve removed the initial charge amount and I’m really hoping, crossing my fingers it puts this issue to bed once and for all.

Again, my most humble apologies for the headaches.


Well I am glad to hear you found the solution to the issue. No worries, at least it is taken care of.

Thanks,

CLIENT


PS- Most people won’t argue with you when you admit you’re wrong or made a mistake. They just want to get on with their life, too.

PS2- After I wrote this I was looking around work for a photo to go with it. And then I went outside for a few minutes because it's sunny and I like sunny. The cosmos gifted me with the perfect image. Serendipity, peeps.

#photos #flowers #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


edox edox · Jun 13, 2018 at 12:52 pm

Wish I could like this more then once. Well said.

tcr! tcr! · Jun 13, 2018 at 1:03 pm

Thanks!

fleming · Jun 13, 2018 at 1:43 pm

Good job!

tcr! tcr! · Jun 13, 2018 at 2:01 pm

Thanks! At the end of the day I just want to do a good job at work. And have snacks while I’m there.

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Dec 05, 2018
It forever influences the present

Content published: Jun 12, 2018 at 7:02 pm CDT
· podcast published: Dec 3, 2018 at 8:52 am CDT

Excavator demolitioning

I was talking with one of my friends several months ago and I brought up something that sounded an alarm in her. What I’d just touched on triggered an unhappiness almost like ripping someone’s blanket off on a chilly night when they’re sound asleep.

I don’t know who first used the blanket analogy but I love it so much that it works its way into the things I write.

But anyways, you fuck people up and you won’t be able to take that shit back.

It’s unfortunate that I can’t be my best self with certain people because of the torrid history between us. Even though I can forgive people, there can be so much damage in the past that it forever influences the present. And then also, the future will be permanently stained.

Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true, that relationships can “never recover” but both people really have to want it. They have to fill the present with astounding moments and create a backlog that more than rivals the historical damage of the past.

What I’ve seen, more often than not, is that people can never get there. At least not both of them.

And sometimes it seems like you just run out of time.

#relationships #photos #HeavyMachina #diariespodcast

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Dec 03, 2018
A frantic game of animal tag

Content published: Jun 11, 2018 at 8:08 am CDT
· podcast published: Dec 2, 2018 at 11:30 am CDT

On this morning, the 11th of June I was greeted with a squeaky chipmunk in the basement just as I sat down with my first cup of coffee. It filled my heart with joy as the two H-Ks (hunter killers) and a lone chipmunk played a frantic game of animal tag.

A frenzied game of hide and seek if you will. Where if you lose needly claws hooked to hair trigger tendons pulled by honed muscles will rip into your hide and not too often let go. You'll be lucky and kiss your mother if you narrowly escape with only a minor puncture wound.

Ah yes, the screams of blood filled, animal murder first thing in the morning.

And then as I'm putting the basement things back in order after I've caught and released the chipmunk, I hear Pearl in her litter box taking a shit. All the excitement and exercise must've got her bowels working.

💩 #cats #chipmunks #diariespodcast

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Dec 02, 2018
The geese on Riverside

Content published: Jun 6, 2018 at 4:29 pm CDT
· podcast published: Nov 29, 2018 at 10:38 am CDT

Every time the geese hold up traffic on Riverside for more than five seconds, 50 cars deep pile up in both directions. I just want to punch them in the face. Every last one. The geese and the cars.

Also: don’t wave to people while they’re out with their dog and the dog is taking a poop. It’ll make them uncomfortable. Both the person and the dog.

#trafficnews #socialgraces #diariespodcast

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Nov 29, 2018
So then I rewrote parts

Content published: Jun 6, 2018 at 9:30 am CDT
· podcast published: Nov 27, 2018 at 12:25 pm CDT

Because they hurt our feelings draft 5

One time when I was eight or so I was out in the front yard washing my bike with the hose. I especially liked spraying the pedals and watching them spin out of control. My bikes have been near and dear to me ever since I learned how to ride and I took great pride in washing this one since it was my first main bike.

My oldest brother, who is eight years older, came home during my wash cycle with a carload of his friends. They were all teenagers and way cool in their rock band t-shirts and long hair.

I always wanted to be around them but that never happened much during the Allison Avenue era. I was still playing with my Star Wars guys and they out were out driving around, smoking cigarettes, and whatever. But just having an older brother part of the fight club was good enough to make me feel part of something cool.

While my six foot tall brother was walking up the driveway he said to me and my bike, “you can’t polish a turd.”

Nice 🙄

I just stood there, unable to retaliate, not even knowing how. Scorn like that is how someone goes from innocently washing their bike to someone who is suspicious by default. Because that’s how you demolish someone.

That brother was often relentless with his taunting and ridicule. Even worse is that he had the real capacity to be charming and loving but then that was always heavily salted with his hellfire and damnation.

He may have just been giving me a hard time as older brothers do.[1] But then again, It was really much more than that. When he was around it was a psychotic war zone. Bombs could drop any minute so I lived on edge during during the times of peace. One minute we’d be laughing it up in front of the tube and then when I wasn’t paying attention he’d snap me with one of them big red rubber bands. I could think up a bunch of horror stories but I don’t want to.

Anyways, time went by as it does and we both grew as people, evolved into more than who we’d always been. We even lived together for a few years in the 90s. Rented a house, being 20 somethings and all, getting on with our lives.

One sunny 90s morning I was sitting on the floor in my bedroom strumming my acoustic while my girlfriend, Kathy, was laying on the bed doing her own thing. And then he came into the bedroom and in one sentence belittled my guitar skills.

I don’t remember exactly what he said because I was instantly pissed. Shaming me in front of my girlfriend had made me so angry I couldn’t even talk. Not to mention that I was a far better guitar player than he was. Of course, he wasn’t really saying that I wasn’t a good musician, he was simply putting me down in order to prop himself up.

And that particular time I don’t think it was simple ribbing, not from his tone and plus it was in front of Kathy. And she was pretty cute. And I wanted to trust him around her but I didn’t. He wasn’t a saint in that arena either.

Pausing and looking back again, trying to see him as a fundamentally good human being, maybe, possibly he was just giving me a hard time. He may have even felt that he took it too far that time based on my reaction. I don’t know.

What I do know is that both of those public shamings are still with me. I remember holding my flattop guitar and holding the garden hose with him looming over me both times, using his words to cut me.

In 2013 Maggie and I saw him for a couple of hours. We were on a weekend getaway and he was living less than an hour from where we were staying. I wanted to put all the past behind us. I wanted Maggie to know the person who I would often share good stories about. And while we were there sitting in the park and Maggie swang he gave me a honorable apology, said that he was never the older brother that he should’ve been. I’ve told that story before.

But scorpions are scorpions.

I hate to be pessimistic but I have a hard time believing people fundamentally change. At the atomic level. I’m not completely sold on this idea but…bad behaviors only seem to go dormant and often will spring back to life on a moment’s notice. I don't trust a dog who is known to bite not to bite it just because it’s gotten older.

We can forgive and forget but abuse stays with us forever. Sticks and stones will break your bones and words can cut you to your soul. Yeah, we can do our best to let it go and move on but sometimes hurt runs too deep and then you’ll be out mowing your yard and shit like this will bubble to the surface. And before you know it you’ll have a manifesto on why you don’t talk to your brother.

But that’s part of the process. If feelings surface unprovoked it means we’re not finished with them yet. I think sometimes people are too eager to forgive and forget, myself included. Sometimes we don’t fully acknowledge our pain and then try to shuffle it out the front door before we’re through with it. That doesn’t work.

Sara and I were discussing this whole topic not long ago. On a recent podcast she listened to the person talked about “leaning into our pain.” Sometimes we have to weather a storm and it takes years before the sky clears and we’re able to stand in the sunshine. The miserable clouds will part if we’re patient and willing, though.

Embrace the demons that haunt us. But always keep in mind the goal is to set them free, not to give them safe harbor for an eternity.

So then in 2015 my brother called and left a vulgar voicemail, swinging his verbal clubs in a way I hadn’t heard for over a decade. Drunk and disorderly and par for the course when he dials your number.

He was saying something along the lines of how my whole life that I hated him because I wasn’t courageous enough to be him. That I’d only fumbled around my whole life and my music was shit.

No, I hated him at times because he was an asshole.

And it was on that day that I was all done with him. I blocked his number and closed the mountain door to keep him and his torment out forever. I wrote him off for good that time.

There’re far too many people in my life who I enjoy being around to deal with his shit anymore. One of my sisters told Maggie one time that we choose who are family is. I also believe that we choose who our family is not.

On an iPhone when you block someone’s number their voicemails go into Deleted Messages in case you really do want to listen to them later. Over the next several months he left me several more voicemails but I never listened to any of them. Sometimes I wonder if there was a heartfelt apology in one of them somewhere.

But then again for the most part I don’t care. Apologies mean nothing if you keep being an asshole. If you continue to build a person up and then rip them down like it's normal family behavior, normal social interaction.

I get that as a child he was wounded, scarred and battered. It wasn’t his idea to act like a monster, to punch my friends because he himself was fucked up. But being an asshole as an adult because of what happened when you were a kid is bullshit. I couldn’t imagine talking to my siblings (or anyone else for that matter) the way that my brother talked to me.

While Sara and I were talking about feeling our pain, she said that while being a nurse she learned that everybody has a tragedy, everybody’s got a heartbreaking story.

Pro-tip: don’t give people their own.

And then the final part of this story is that I have to be really careful when writing on this subject because being a writer I want to tell a good story. All of my stories are true for sure, but when I get emotional and angry it’s hard not to exaggerate the torment.

Our memories of what really happened don’t always line up with the truth. We remember painful experiences often much more intensely than they really were.[2] It’s just hard to be factual when people hurt our feelings. Because they hurt our feelings.

Not only do we have those traumatic memories but we also have the hours and days with those memories that can warp how we remember things. It’s not just what happened but also that we live with what happened for the rest of our lives.

So just maybe my brother wasn’t the villain I remember him as. I’m inclined to believe that people generally aren’t. There's only been a handful of times that I've set out to be an asshole. And I don’t want to discount the fact that he was a jerk because most people who know him would say that he was. But then also, I need to be careful that my unintentionally bent imagination doesn’t become my version of the truth with how I remember the things he did.

I’m sure when I was younger I would intentionally bloat my stories so people were on my side, so I could justify feeling hurt. In the here-and-now I sometimes do that as well, but never on purpose because really, at the end of the day I just want to be honest. I don’t want to minimize or maximize. There’s a lot to be said for the truth. And my pain only hurts me. I don’t want to lug agony around anymore. I don’t want it to define who I am.[3] I just want to feel my shit and move on. I got other shit to do.

I took a screenshot of the voicemail transcript he left in 2015. Because that’s what you do when you’re me. While proofreading all of this I went back and looked at the voicemail screenshot just to see how accurate my memory was. The transcription didn’t quite line up with what I wrote that he said. I can remember things happening a certain way but that doesn’t mean they really played out as my memory recalls.

So then I rewrote parts of this to bring it in line with the truth.

#advancedsoul #diariespodcast


  1. To his credit, little brothers can be annoying for sure. They don’t know how to act so they act out and that can get on people’s nerves.

  2. Don't say I’m trying to take away your pain because I’m not. 😉

  3. What would be left if our pain was gone? Who would we be? We’d be free.

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Nov 27, 2018
One particular night in Wyoming

Content published: Jun 5, 2018 at 3:40 pm CDT
· podcast published: Nov 23, 2018 at 4:47 pm CDT

UHaul with Kia

And then there was that one time in 2006 when my brother and I drove halfway across the country in a U-Haul the size of Montana, pulling the Kia on a trailer. We were on an epic journey, moving from the state of Oregon to the state of Illinois.

One particular night in Wyoming we were ready to call it good for the day, might’ve been around 11:30 pm. My brother insisted we get off on the next exit and look for a hotel. He was ready to get his drink on and that didn’t sound half bad to me either.

We found a “hotel two blocks away” sign and headed in that direction. When we got there I slowed way down to scope out the lodging grounds. The motel was less than desirable. The sign was only a quarter lit, the parking lot crumbling, there were air conditions hanging out of the windows. And one of the room doors was open.

My brother said to me, “Hell son, yer bed probably already warm for ya.”

“Fuuuck no” I said as I eased the gas pedal down and we rolled past whatever Deliverance Inn we’d came across. Last thing I want is for somebody to be watching TV when I get into my hotel room.

PS- I don't remember where we were when I took the photo shown. I think Nebraska. Maybe not. I think I was all done taking pictures by then.

#photos #HickvilleUSA #diariespodcast


Momma J Momma J · Jun 5, 2018 at 4:15 pm

Tell the story about the map in Chicago

Kris · Jun 5, 2018 at 7:17 pm

Deliverance Inn. You come up with the best terminogies.

tcr! tcr! · Jun 6, 2018 at 9:46 am

Thanks! :) That’s pretty much what that hotel was, too.

Karly · Jun 6, 2018 at 8:11 am

And all I can focus on is whether or not it really is Nebraska… I need to know the answer!

tcr! tcr! · Jun 6, 2018 at 9:47 am

It may have been farther west. Thinking back I was pretty much done taking pictures after the first day or so.

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Nov 23, 2018
Stop Draggin' My Heart Around by Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty

Content published: May 30, 2018 at 3:09 pm CDT
· podcast published: Nov 23, 2018 at 10:01 am CDT

scene missing

Do you ever wanna say, "fuck this workday" and then turn off your computer and give your nearest co-worker a high-five as you storm out the office door, then slide down the stairwell railing and hop in your car, then drive to Home Goods and get that stainless steel spatula you've had your eye on for the last two months, and then stop at the petshop and pick out a pair of award winning pups?

Then get an email alert on your work phone and throw the piece of shit out the passenger window, frisbee style while driving with your knees, the silverly spatula twinkling in your left hand and the fuzzy doggos under your right arm, all the while Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty's Stop Draggin' My Heart Around is blaring from your car stereo?

I thought so.

"Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the words."

#musicvideos #tompetty #stevienicks #diariespodcast

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Nov 23, 2018
Speaking of consequences and desperation

Content published: May 29, 2018 at 2:30 pm CDT
· podcast published: Nov 15, 2018 at 8:44 pm CDT

Liquor store door

Alcoholics can related to this. I’m not sure if others will...

But one of the things that made it so easy for me to continue drinking was that I never had any real consequences. I never was in jail for more than a day or so, the bank never threatened to take my house. My jobs were always more than supportive and somehow I still have all my fingers and toes.

It’s not that I didn’t think about the consequences. I could think about them all day long, but if it were in my head that I was gonna drink, there was simply no stopping me. I didn’t resist at all. There was no debate, no trying to convince myself it was the wrong thing to do. I never tried to talk myself out of it. All of that internal yammering was too painful and willpower is nonexistent when I’m drinking. It was easier to just give in, give up, quit fighting a fight I’d never win.

Even just the “knowing” that I was going to drink gave me instant relief. Like pouring water over an Alka-Seltzer tablet. That immediate, fizzy, bubbly chemical reaction — that’s the uplifting, scientific relief I felt whenever I gave in to alcoholism.

A counselor told me once that I should “play the tape all the way through,” meaning that before I started drinking to stop and think about what would happen from start to finish.

Erm. That’s not how alcoholics do. We don’t have forethought before drinking or willpower when drinking. Consequences are irrelevant. We only see the next drink and never the dominoes falling down afterward.

Seriously, when it comes to drinking my thought process is this: I’m gonna get drunk and I don’t care what happens. My house burns down? Good, now I won’t have to pay the mortgage and will have one less responsibility. That may sound ludicrous but that’s the kind of disconnect I’m talking about here.

Yeah, life could taunt me with blackouts, jails, whatever but none of it mattered once the drink was on or even the decision to drink was made. I was at peace and nothing could touch me.

...

And then there was that one time I walked into the liquor store door. Like I walked up to and in to the door. And then bounced backward off the glass because it was the exit and it automatically opened for people leaving. I’d like to say that it was a simple mistake but really I was pretty much lit from head to toe.

The whole door wobbled and complained during our encounter. I’d also like to say that I was filled with shame but any embarrassment was muffled by my drunkenness. Because drunkenness is like a wet blanket over the fire, a soggy forcefield that keeps the inferno of reality from being real.

So after solving the automatic door riddle and making it inside, two cashiers and a customer were staring at me with slight alarm. I ignored their stares and made straight for my aisle, as fast as I could while maintaining my composure and balance. Only momentum kept me walking in a semi-straight line.

And then back at the checkout aisle one cashier was still around. He was an older, taller guy wearing concern on his face. Like he wanted to say something, to ask me if I was okay because I obviously wasn’t. I wasn’t fit to be walking let alone driving.

But he didn’t say anything. I’m sure it was because working in a liquor store he’d seen the likes of my kind before and learned the last thing you wanna do is confront an alcoholic when they’re drunk and after more. That’s like poking a bear after his honey.

I don’t remember what I bought from the liquor store that day, only that I made an ass out of myself and was too drunk to know it at the time.

Anyways, see: no consequences. I have a grab bag full of stories just like this where there weren’t any consequences for my actions. Almost always nothing happened other than I got drunk. I was rarely even scolded.

...

But wait. There were consequences even if I didn’t think about them. Even if alcoholism kept me out of touch with them.

There was the perpetual guilt so harsh that I would cringe, close my eyes, and hang my head. Soaked in regret for the constant humiliation I handed out to my ex-wife and then following it up with gift-wrapped sorries and promises that I’d do better.

I tried to be a good person when I was sober, had all the right morals and so on, but drinking drowned them all. Suffocated every shred of decency. I’d be doing and saying things I would never do sober. After five or so drinks I would be uncontrollably careless. I’m an alcoholic so I’d have twice that and then the real fun would start. I’d say things to people that I didn’t mean, completely smashed, flirting with other women, right in front of my ex-wife. Passing out at a friend’s party at 8pm because my party had started at 8am.

Then I’d wake up plumb full of shame, anxiety through the roof. Should I say something to that dude? Do I owe that girl an apology? Most of the time I wouldn’t say anything at all with the hope that they’d just forget. But you commit enough crimes and people stop forgetting, shit stops blowing over. People start looking at you differently.

And then I’d start drinking all over again as soon as I could and it was like magic. All the guilt and shame would be washed down the drain like dirty bathwater. Alcoholics have mastered tuning out the guilt when we’re turning the drunk dial to 11.

I drank to get drunk from the time I was 15. The last few years I did try really, really hard, though, to keep myself in check, to keep myself from doing stupid shit. But that never happened. I’d stumble around the house, fall into shit, make jokes that weren’t funny. I absolutely hated feeling embarrassed the next morning. All I wanted was to drink, feel that drunken serenity and not make an ass of myself. Lubricated but not falling over if you will.

That’s not something I can do though. My drinking always led me to a black hole I couldn’t pull myself out of.

And there was that piper to be paid.

I read something years ago about civilizations that’s always stuck with me, or it might’ve been on a documentary on TV or whatever.[1]

It was about one of those cities that set up shop at the base of a volcano. And of course the volcano blew its top because that’s what volcanos do. People were running around with their asses on fire and all that shit. But guess what? That’s exactly what the civilization needed, a major catastrophe to make them change. It took a volcano spewing lava all over their whole damn city before they decided to move.

It wasn’t until my ex-wife said that I’d “taken it too far last Christmas” on a Sunday afternoon that I experienced my own desperation, that smashed my cherry, fizzy glass of Alka-Seltzer into a thousand shards. She didn’t say anything more than that but that was enough. She had been on her phone with someone else and I saw a look detachment from her that I’d never seen before. A broken heart set free. She had let go and moved on.

The panic and fear overtook me that afternoon. I was sure that she was going to leave with Maggie, that she had found someone else, that she’d never come back from that day emotionally. The terror was endless, the horrifying possibilities and outcomes laid out before my eyes rattled me to the core. Shook my bones and instilled a fear of rejection in me that I hadn’t felt for a long time.

What I felt in one word was despair.

Tony calls it the “gift of desperation.”

There’s times when we see things off in the distance and they don’t mean much. We don’t pay much attention to them. Because they’re way, way over there. And then there’s other times when things are right in front of us and everything is all too real. We take those times seriously.

There comes a time when we, as alcoholics, know it’s time to stop. We turn a corner and everything changes. The desperation moves us along.

I played dangerous games, took incredible risks and lost. The consequences caught up to me. People went away and then I was sitting on the floor in an empty bedroom a couple of weeks past Valentine’s Day. Sitting with nothing but my own thoughts and cat hair tumbleweeds.

Maybe it’s obvious now that nothing, I mean nothing could plug my jug other than desperation. I’d fritter about and be sober for a day or two, a week here and there. But for longer spells, I really needed to be punched hard in the soul. I needed to wreck my car and not be able to drive away. Well, that never really happened. I always totaled the cars but you get my point.

I had to be filled with desperation from head to toe to fundamentally change, to get to that “soul shift” point. Where I didn’t want to drink any more because the pain of staying the same was greater than the pain of change. As it goes.

And then the good news to counter my sad is that if I, as an alcoholic, continued to drink like I did, continued living at the feet of a volcano, when I least expected it the volcano would erupt and my alcohol fantasy land would collapse.

So why did I write all of this since I’m so far removed from it in the here and now? I don’t know. A few paragraphs from this were originally in an email I sent to a friend a few years back and I needed to put it out there to the cosmos. If you’re an alcoholic, struggling with despair, you’re not alone.

There's a way out.

#alcoholism #diariespodcast


  1. Listen in life for spiritual clues. The truth is out there.


Momma J Momma J · May 29, 2018 at 3:36 pm

Were you ever drunk in front of me, Travis? If you were, I didn’t know it!

tcr! tcr! · May 29, 2018 at 3:42 pm

I doubt it. You’d have known. :)

debbie · May 29, 2018 at 4:33 pm

Thank you for sharing this. I just sent it to someone who needs help!

tcr! tcr! · May 29, 2018 at 4:54 pm

Awesome! I wrote it for the people out there in despair.

Cowan · May 29, 2018 at 5:39 pm

Very well stated

tcr! tcr! · May 29, 2018 at 6:49 pm

Thanks!

Kelly K · May 29, 2018 at 7:15 pm

“€œBecause drunkenness is like a wet blanket over the fire, a soggy forcefield that keeps the inferno of reality from being real.” Beautifully said. Captures that feeling, that state dead on!

jewel · May 29, 2018 at 8:51 pm

Alcoholics don’t play the tape through by choice. You quit drinking, so at some point you must have actually decided to stop and think before you took a drink. Good choice!!

domo vitek · May 29, 2018 at 10:08 pm

This is so poignant and true. Bullseye! I found myself in every word. Thank you for sharing

elaineorr · May 29, 2018 at 10:22 pm

Well put. Thanks.

Mitchell · May 29, 2018 at 10:59 pm

Very insightful I needed to read that thank you for sharing

Wilkins · May 29, 2018 at 11:27 pm

You have always been an old soul….even when you were young. You had the fortitude and the gift for seeing the outcome of your life if you remained in the direction you were heading. That gift enabled you to make decisions that prevented years of misery…..you never experienced too many bad things from your drinking……”yet”…..when you quit…. I assure you that if you would have kept using for long enough you would have experienced every one of them. I’ve seen people say I came into Alcoholics Anonymous too early, I didn’t suffer enough before I came in I had to go back out and try it again. The big book talks about going out and try and control drinking, it says if you can do it, then go right ahead, cuz you are not one of us. No, definitely not one of us if you can control you’re drinking. I remember an old saying I heard in Alcoholics Anonymous one time. They said I didn’t stop at Alcoholics Anonymous because it was the prettiest house on the street, I stopped because it was the last house on the street. That hit home with me because I tried everything, to be able to continue to drink, as I wanted to prove that it wasn’t the alcohol I had a problem with it was everybody else who was bothering me. You know there’s another saying in Alcoholics Anonymous. At first I took a drink, and then the drink took a drink, and then the drink took me. That’s how I describe my alcoholism. Thank God we don’t have to live that way anymore, is another great saying from alcoholics anonymous that I use quite often. :-)

Botsford · May 30, 2018 at 9:35 am

What Kelly & Vanessa said! Well done my friend.

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Nov 16, 2018
Saturated, colorful clematis

Content published: May 18, 2018 at 8:38 am CDT
· podcast published: Nov 8, 2018 at 9:05 am CDT

Saturated colorful clematis

And on this 18th day of May nature said lettuce have more flowers, specifically the saturated, colorful clematis. And the peeps of the world drew in a beautiful breath and embraced the brilliance.

And then on a related note the man said, “If life is fleeting then that is irrelevant. In this minute let life’s focal point be the vibrancy.”

#photos #flowers #diariespodcast


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · May 18, 2018 at 9:45 am

Holy shit, who is the author of that bleat?

tcr! tcr! · May 18, 2018 at 9:54 am

Alas, the man was me :)

tcr! tcr! · May 18, 2018 at 9:55 am

Because I like lettuce

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · May 19, 2018 at 12:09 am

That colorful clematis ain’t bad neither

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Nov 08, 2018
Route around the struggles

Content published: May 17, 2018 at 9:30 am CDT
· podcast published: Nov 7, 2018 at 10:33 am CDT

Aquarius Professional Water Flosser

I talk about my dentist now and then because he and his staff are part of my life. And I talk about what’s going on that's had some kind of impact on me. Granted, sometimes I talk about shit that doesn’t have an impact but whatever.

So anyways awhile back my dentist said he wanted me to use a water flosser to get below the gum line. I brush my teeth and use floss picks because that’s what I do but obviously if he said I should use the Waterpik® then what I do is not enough.

Mostly I’m open to other people’s ideas. I’ve learned that I don’t have all the answers so I picked one up on Amazon and then after I got it, I tried it a few times but always ended up making a huge mess. The pick would be spraying all over the mirror, all over the walls. Water would be in my eyes and ears. The cats would be floating by on their inner tubes. I’m not even kidding.

It was like I had a firehose in my mouth and all that turned into too much chaos for me to deal with. Right before bed is when I’ve always brushed my teeth and having a waterpark in my bathroom when I’m winding down the day is not something I have the patience for.

And then of course every time I go to see my dentist he’d ask me if I’d been using the Waterpik and I’d be like, “well kinda sorta, not really.” A couple of times he’d be kind stern and on my case[1] and that never sits well with me. I seem to have an aversion to people bossing me around. If someone tells me to do something then my standard response is “no, I don’t think so.”

And then of course we got cheated in the teeth department. I mean really, sharks get new teeth all the time and here I am stuck with the same teeth I've had since I was 10. That’s bullshit. But sharks are beside the point.

The last time I went to see my dentist we had our typical conversation about the Waterpik and I was fully expecting the hand of judgement to come crashing down. But this time was different. He said that he’d personally just made it part of his routine. He wasn’t telling me something that I needed to do but was instead telling me something he had done for himself.

And I do better when I hear things phrased like that. I admire and respect my dentist so if that’s what he had done, make it part of his routine, then that’s what I wanted to do, too.

I just needed to figure out how. How without my next Amazon purchase being a scuba suit.

Here's the real story: when I became open to the idea of change it quietly occurred to me that I could brush my teeth and use the Waterpik firehose earlier in the day. Instead of right before bed when I’m tired and just want to go to sleep.

So now I brush my teeth, use my Waterpik, gargle with peroxide mix, and all that razzle-dazzle right when I get home from work. Instead of fighting against something that wasn’t working I found a different way that would work. If I'm frustrated then that’s a sign that I need to "pause, pray, and proceed." Take a step back and solve whatever problem by another means. Even with something as simple as all of this.[2]

And then this whole affair became all too easy. It’s part of my daily routine now. Using the Waterpik after work I wasn’t tired and had the patience to figure out how to actually use it without turning my bathroom into a carwash. I still brush my teeth right before bed, too, so now I’m up to brushing 2-3 times a day. I'm practically a dentist myself.

I’m pretty grateful that I can be flexible today. That I can let go of the rigidity of this is how I do things because this is how I’ve always done them. Dogma is bullshit. Even more so when I enforce or inflict it upon myself.

If I want what I've always had then all I need to do is what I’ve always done. But if I want something more maybe I should try something new.

Also, if you need a dentist mine is great. His whole staff is awesome. Well, one of the younger techs is kinda bossy so I don't pay much mind to her.

#photos #advancedsoul #dental #diariespodcast


  1. As he should be because it’s his job to take care of me when I’m not taking care of myself.

  2. It’s funny that I struggle with the trivial things probably way more than the complex guys. I think that’s because I go into “I don’t wanna deal with this insignificant bullshit. I got other shit to do” mode.


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · May 17, 2018 at 10:06 am

Dogma is bullshit. May I quote you?

tcr! tcr! · May 17, 2018 at 11:17 am

Yep. I use your “peace out, death to dogmas” all the time.

tism tism · May 17, 2018 at 10:07 am

I got a thumbs up from my hygienist this week so your story really hits home.

tcr! tcr! · May 17, 2018 at 11:19 am

It’s a good feeling to get a thumbs up from them guys.

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · May 17, 2018 at 10:14 am

This belongs on that other page but:
I have been to the Dentist with whisky on my breath and the whisky wasn’t the best part of that show. I can’t believe he let me drive home. I’m not a fan of suing someone for over-serving me so I don’t hold a grudge but I also don’t go to that dentist anymore. Life has been…forgiving is an accurate word. So far.

N.Norton · May 17, 2018 at 11:17 am

I was looking for a new dentist and btw that little button on the handle of the water pic stops the flow of water til you release it

tcr! tcr! · May 17, 2018 at 11:20 am

Yep, I learned how to man-handle the water pick. :)

N.Norton · May 17, 2018 at 1:24 pm

That is a hilarious Priceless name for a business

tcr! tcr! · May 17, 2018 at 1:40 pm

It’s a keeper

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Nov 07, 2018
my crocodile.mp3

Content published: May 7, 2018 at 9:29 pm CDT
· podcast published: Nov 5, 2018 at 11:41 am CDT

I haven't recorded any podcasts for a bit but I have every intention of soon, with intention being the keyword.

In the meantime please enjoy a song I recorded some time in the early 2000s.

I suppose once in a while I close my eyes while I'm on trial.
Feel alive with my crocodile, shun their world and rest my smile.

Porno looks better than it has to feel.

Maybe you should lay down and die inside.
I'll never go out because I'm not in style.

Porno looks better than it has to feel.

I only miss the past, the days I wished away.
The times that never seemed to last.
Roll over, instant scab.

social suicide theory

Alias: grahm sexton
Title: my crocodile

#tcrmusic #diariespodcast

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Nov 05, 2018
No sirens, no lights, just horsepower

Content published: Jan 12, 2018 at 9:54 am CDT
· podcast published: Sep 10, 2018 at 12:34 pm CDT

Outer Rim FRMBOY license plate

When I was driving to work this morning a sheriff’s car was behind me in the other lane. As we approached the intersection on Randall and 64 the stoplight turned yellow. I slowed down and stopped because I’m sure the sheriff had his eye on me. And of course my license plates are expired.

So then the sheriff gunned his car and blew through the red light. No sirens, no lights, just horsepower. Whether or not he was within his law enforcement privileges to do such isn’t important to what I’m writing here.

What is relevant is that at one time in my life I would’ve thought to myself, “Eff’ing cops.”

But I don’t think that way anymore. There are only policemen. Some are good, some are bad. Just because one guy does something doesn’t mean that I should throw out the whole lot.

Just the same, I don’t think of the “damn Mexicans” anymore. Nor do I think of the “stupid white boys” or the “blood sucking lawyers” or the “strung out crackheads” or the “christian zealots” or even the “soccer moms.”

Taking time to know people from those groups, talking with them, learning about their lives and struggles, wins and loses — all of that — has only made my life better. It’s made me a bigger person, bigger than the small town cracker I was growing up in Iowa.[1]

Okay fine, we can categorize people. There may be some truths in stereotypes. But there’s a difference between that and judging people, condemning a whole race or social group.

I don’t know about you guys but I don’t like being lumped into a group because of what somebody else did or didn’t do. I want to be judged based on who I am and what I do.

At the end of the day we’re all just humans. You’ll find good and bad in any group. I want to look for the good. I’ll never go wrong with seeing people as individuals and making new friends.

#randallroad #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


  1. See what I did there? I called myself a cracker…but not everybody in every rural town in Iowa.

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Sep 10, 2018
Brushing my teeth while driving

Content published: Apr 16, 2018 at 3:18 pm CDT
· podcast published: Sep 10, 2018 at 12:33 pm CDT

Tooth brush and steering wheel

I think what annoys me most about driving on Randall Road is that the speed limit is 45 mph but with the sheer amount of daytime traffic and number of stoplights by the Commons, I never get to actually go 45.

See, if I can just get around these other cars I can enjoy the Road Warrior speeds as posted by the Illinois Department of Transportation. Or whoever makes up the speed limits. But no, I’m stuck not even going half that.

Like when I'm waiting behind the lady in Walgreens on State Street who's fighting with the cashier about which M&M varieties are buy-one, get-one free.

No wait, it’s more like when I turned into the pasta aisle at Super Target on the east side of St. Charles to grab a jar of Newman’s Own Marinara but then there’s this dude and his cart blocking ALL THE SAUCES as he tries to pick out which Bertolli to buy. Just get the Tomato & Basil and let people move on with their lives.

I can see my favorite red sauce. There on the other side of his cart. It’s almost within my grasp but I just can’t quite get to it. But it’s right there. Just a few feet away.

But no, I don’t get to have my non-chunky pasta sauce nor do I get to drive the maximum speed limit on this north-south county highway. Because I can’t have nice things.

And yes, lady driving next to me: I am brushing my teeth while driving. I’m on my way to the dentist.

#photos #nicethings #trafficnews #randallroad #diariespodcast


myrna · Apr 16, 2018 at 7:39 pm

You’re a good brusher! 😉

tcr! tcr! · Apr 16, 2018 at 7:57 pm

I do my best 😊

klaurindabrey · Apr 16, 2018 at 8:09 pm

I do it all the time bro!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 16, 2018 at 9:14 pm

Haha! Ok good. 😊

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Sep 10, 2018
The light is green for both sides

Content published: Apr 30, 2018 at 8:55 am CDT
· podcast published: Sep 10, 2018 at 12:33 pm CDT

This scene is my truck. I’m barreling north on Randall Road and need to turn left at the next intersection. There’s a handful of cars that are also barreling south toward the intersection. Because everybody’s got to get to work.

The light is green for both sides. Timing will be close but the southbound traffic has the downhill advantage. I add a little acceleration to the equation. A little horsepower to even the odds.

The light turns yellow so I slow down and then stop at the red light.

I’m always grateful when the cosmos saves me from myself. 😊

#cosmos #trafficnews #randallroad #diariespodcast

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Sep 10, 2018
You can't dump that there

Content published: May 5, 2018 at 10:20 am CDT
· podcast published: Aug 8, 2018 at 8:23 am CDT

For whatever reason the Chicago Tribune left newspapers on my sidewalk for three days in a row. I like that because reading the paper from start to finish broadens my horizons. I come across articles and the like that I wouldn’t have sought out on my own.

Like this particular Dear Abby-ish piece about a couple that was having a fundraiser with the funds coming from a cash bar. Another couple had shown up with their own wine and proceeded to drink out in the yard or something.

So then the columnist’s advice was to just bluntly ask them about it.

Whats up with that

“Daisy and Tom, we found a pile of wine bottles on the lawn near your car, and I think they came from you and your guests. What’s up with that?”

The thing I like most about this was the such few words the columnist offered to the person who wrote in. It wasn’t War and Peace, it was two sentences.

“Here’s what you did that upset me. Why did you do that?”

When I have something to say to someone about something they’ve done I can get nervous. And when I get nervous I can talk too much. And talking too much dilutes and pollutes what I’m trying to say. Those extra words make the conversation harder than it needs to be.

Emotionally tip-toeing around the subject can put me on the defensive with an aggressive person. It can give them the upper hand since the spotlight is on me and my nervousness instead of on them for what they did in the first place.

Confrontation isn’t easy for passive people like me. I regularly deal with a guy who’s consistently combative, who’s in it to win. Well, he’s in it to be right. At all costs. Whenever he gets a chance to be “right” he stomps the gas, squeals and smokes his tires, and barrels ahead full throttle. He swerves all over the road with pure emotional adrenaline fueling his words and actions.

I’m not a fan of funny cars so I do my best to diffuse those situations with objective facts. Because I don’t care about being right anymore. I care about having great relationships with people. If I’m wrong, so be it. Me saying that I’m wrong let’s me have those phenomenal relationships. Me saying that I’m right when I’m obviously not only makes us both lose.

But back to my point. Me calling people out has never been my strong suit. I don’t like it. It makes me uncomfortable. I want other people to feel safe and I want to feel safe as well.

And then the cosmos goes and puts me in situations that make me uncomfortable, to teach me things I need to learn. And often it seems as if those same lessons come up again and again until I do get comfortable with them.

The good news is that when I need to confront someone, I don’t need to minimize or maximize what they've actually done. I just need to be clear, concise, and direct. Just like the columnist suggested. It made me feel good reading her article, too, to be reminded again that this struggle is real for a lot of people and not just me.

In related news: when I’m done writing what I try to do is go back and take out all the bullshit, all the fluff[1] that gets in the way of what I’m trying to say. Because I over complicate. I want to talk about this and then I want to talk about that and then there’s this other thing that I want to say. Really though, it’s about condensing what I’m trying to say so people understand.

Confrontation is in the same realm. What is it that I need to say? Once I figure that out then all that’s left for me to do is say it.

I tell this Microsoft story now and then because it gave me a little spiritual insight. It changed everything.

One afternoon I overheard a conversation between a sales guy and his boss. The salesman had had a hard conversation with a customer and it frazzled him. He was still upset when replaying the conversation to his boss. The boss said to him plain and simple, “you need to take the emotion out of it.”

Now that’s in the true spirit of detachment. I don’t have to get all emotional about things. I make situations worse when I do. I only need to take a minute to regain my composure. Then simply state the obvious. It doesn’t hurt for me to first say a little prayer either. Tapping into the universe will give me all the strength and courage I need in hard situations.

Moving from someone who’s anxious to someone who’s confident has a lot to do with me just getting fundamentally okay. My past can hold me back in the present so letting go of my garbage from yesterday frees me up to be fully present and able today. It frees me up to confront roaring lions and noisy drag racers.

But still… I’m only human.

So yesterday I got a little cranky with one of my neighbors. There’s a retention pond behind our houses and she’s gotten in the habit of dumping her lawn refuse under one of the retention pond's trees. And then when I look out my back window or am in my backyard, I see a big pile of her yard garbage.

I don’t get how people can be so selfish and it pisses me off to no end when that spills over onto me. What is it with these people? It’s always me, me, me. It’s like the other neighbor and her little barking dog. Why does she let him be outside barking all the time?

Anyway, yesterday the first neighbor and her wheelbarrow of yard bullshit were headed over to the retention pond. It was the first time I’d literally caught her in the act. When she saw me, she and her wheelbarrow did a 180 back toward her yard. I pointed to the spot she’s been dumping and said borderline belligerently, “you can’t dump that there.”

Oops. I came across more aggressive than I would’ve liked. Definitely had some punch in my words. Too many times seeing her trash pile, though, and then I was blurting belligerence before I knew it.

And that’s where I went wrong in yesterday’s confrontation. I shouldn’t let emotion build up until it comes spewing out. Most importantly, I should never be an asshole when confronting someone. I need to “take the emotion out of it” first.

It’s true that sometimes people need to get a little feeling in their scolding. Seems like it motivates them a smidge more when they know what they’ve done has really gotten on someone’s nerves or hurt their feelings. But still, everybody is human and even though some are selfish, most people are walking around as clueless as me.

What I should’ve done (long ago) is simply knocked on her door and said, “Your yard debris belongs in refuse bags and not under that tree. Please don’t dump it there anymore.”

Yeah, that looks good on paper but I don’t know if I’m that spiritually advanced.

Going to someone’s house is a nice idea and all but most likely something I’ll never do.[2] I’m not that guy. I’ll never be able to bench press 200 pounds either because that’s not the kind of personality that I have.

But even if I never get to be the guy who walks up and confronts a neighbor assertively after the fact, just knowing that’s the loving and true way to handle those situations, makes me a bigger person. Just “knowing” even if we’re not capable of always “doing” puts us on the right spiritual path.

And I’ve had above average success confronting people when I just make my point in a loving manner. I’m grateful that the people in my life aren’t jerks, don’t mean to be an asshole anymore than I do.

Believe it or not the majority of people are receptive to hearing that they’ve made a mistake. And then they feel bad just as I do, just as we’re all supposed to when we screw up. Dropping the ball is all part of being human. It’s how we learn and grow and become better people, become more than who we’ve always been.

#relationships #advancedsoul #protip #diariespodcast


  1. Originally there were two more paragraphs in this about the funny car guy. It was a tangent that I didn’t need to be off on though so they got the axe.

  2. I put a sign by her refuse pile instead so everybody knows that it's not a dump.

    No dumping sign


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · May 6, 2018 at 9:40 am

Obi moments.

tcr! tcr! · May 6, 2018 at 10:20 am

The Force will be with you. Always.

Mitchell · May 6, 2018 at 3:46 pm

That was really insightful I needed read that

tcr! tcr! · May 6, 2018 at 4:02 pm

Glad you liked it! It’s been a struggle my whole life

Mitchell · May 6, 2018 at 6:23 pm

I actually have the same issue myself reading this I thought you were describing my life

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Aug 08, 2018
Karma doesn't torture us

Content published: May 3, 2018 at 9:46 am CDT
· podcast published: Aug 5, 2018 at 8:48 pm CDT

first daffodils for 2018

While I was sitting with my nicotine withdrawal earlier, I was saying my morning prayers, asking god to take my nicotine addiction away, take all the pain and discomfort. And then I started to get crabby because these withdrawals have been going on for well over a month. Fucking Greg.

And then I kind of scolded myself, “God’s got nothing to do with this.”

My nicotine withdrawal is the consequence of decades of smoking. My smoking. No amount of praying is going to take that physical pain away. Sure, the cosmos can give us everything we need to make it through our struggles but we still have to deal with any bullshit that we've created.

And then I think, “haven’t I suffered with this enough?”

And then I think again, “no, karma is fair and balanced.”

Karma doesn’t torture us. We do.

Sometimes I think that I struggle more than I should, though. I can and do make life harder than it needs to be. I'm just not good at it. I know how to make crazy. Because it's my go to.

And then I was thinking of what Scott Peck wrote in the late 70s:

Life is difficult.

Nothing else stood out in The Road Less Traveled more to me than that. Not that I’m on the same cosmic level as him but I think it would’ve been more appropriate to say that “life is balanced.” He may have wrote that, too, but I don’t remember.

Sure, life is hard and full of struggles but it’s absolutely magnificent, too.

Just living can be frustrating, disappointing, aggravating but it’s also fulfilling, magical, and surreally spectacular.

So what to do when I’m annoyed with myself and the mess I’ve made? When there’s nothing left for me to do on my end? I stop thinking about me and my horrors and look around to see what else is going on. What’s good happening in the cosmos?

Because even when the sky is gray and the air rainy, the world is beautifully overflowing with sweet Jesus goodness. It’s got flowers and everything.

#photos #flowers #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


fiatlux423 · May 3, 2018 at 10:38 am

“Fucking Greg” is the new “Thanks Obama.”

tcr! tcr! · May 3, 2018 at 10:39 am

Yep. I even say it when I’m by myself.

Hater McGhray Hater McGhray · May 3, 2018 at 11:07 am

Haha yep!

tcr! tcr! · May 3, 2018 at 3:23 pm

It’s got a nice ring to it

Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 5:53 pm

Who’s Greg?

tcr! tcr! · May 3, 2018 at 6:20 pm

Who is Greg you might ask? That is a very good question.

Greg is Norwegian. A simple man with locks of gold and a mustache to match. Muscles toned and tanned to a reddish brown. The women adore him and his fanny pack of Caesar spiced croutons. His wit is quick and his axe is sharp yet his heart is as pure as the Newfoundland snow.

He often can be seen wearing only but knee-high leather boots, the best Corinthian leather generally saved for the gods. His ranch dressing is spicy but palatable, chivey yet smooth.

If you listen closely you might just hear him sing a little ditty about Jack and Diane on a warm summer night. There’ll be a twinkle in his eye and a dab of parmesan on his lip.

Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 6:44 pm

Greg sounds like a fine man. Where does he hang out?

fiatlux423 · May 3, 2018 at 6:52 pm

Greg may seem like a real cool guy, until you get to know him. He ruins everything. Fucking Greg.

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · May 4, 2018 at 2:28 am

A dab’ll do ya. Do ya real good.

debbie · May 3, 2018 at 10:39 am

Thanks for sharing!!!

Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 5:54 pm

Nicely said, Travis.

tcr! tcr! · May 3, 2018 at 5:55 pm

Thank you!

Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 6:31 pm

I don’t know if this visual will be an encouragement that you are on the right path, but it showed a pretty clear picture to me.
https://www.facebook.com/shelley.ann22/posts/10213811608661975

tcr! tcr! · May 3, 2018 at 6:31 pm

I can’t watch anymore!!!

Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 6:43 pm

Sorry! I hope that didn’t offend you. I had just never seen it presented so clearly before.

On another note, who is missing their healthy lungs???

tcr! tcr! · May 3, 2018 at 7:09 pm

Nope, no offense taken. It’s just grizzly 😊

Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 7:09 pm

It is awful.

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · May 4, 2018 at 2:46 am

He’ll wrip your lungs out Jim!
—-Warren Zevon

JJ · May 3, 2018 at 7:50 pm

My exes name is Greg… fucking Greg!

Dan G · May 4, 2018 at 1:18 am

We admitted we were powerless over nicotine and that our lives were unmanageable. Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. Maybe the patch is the pain. God will do for us what we cannot do for ourselves.
25 years ago I threw my cigarettes in the river and asked God for help. When I felt like smoking I said to myself “but I don’t smoke anymore”. I felt good about giving up smoking because I was powerless. It took almost a week, but it’s been gone ever since then.

tcr! tcr! · May 4, 2018 at 4:29 pm

It’d be nice if it were that easy for everybody

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Aug 06, 2018
You're still dumb

Content published: Apr 28, 2018 at 9:56 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jul 26, 2018 at 10:13 pm CDT

My podcasts were probably broken for the last few days or so.

To make up for the flub, please enjoy this flashback to the late 90s. I wrote, recorded, played all the instruments, and even sang on this gem.

20180428 - You're still dumb

Alias: graham sexton
Title: you're still dumb

#tcrmusic #diariespodcast

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Jul 27, 2018
Miracles are seen in light

Content published: Apr 27, 2018 at 9:32 am CDT
· podcast published: Jul 26, 2018 at 9:40 pm CDT

Miracles are seen in light

I fall short in life.

That’s not a judgment call or me being hard on myself. It just is. I’m just another guy wandering around aimlessly doing my best…and sometimes doing my least.

Struggling to maintain that non-mistake-making state only makes my life harder. Letting that struggle go gave me so much more free time to enjoy life and the company of my fellow humans.

Well, I guess I never really expected myself to be perfect but I was pretty good at torturing myself when I did screw up. I wouldn’t let that shit go for whatever reason. Constantly feeling bad about myself is all bullshit, though. I make mistakes and then I feel bad about them for the appropriate amount of time and then I move on.

Letting ourselves be human brings our stress levels down. Our bodies will thank us. Our souls will thank us, too, and so will our peeps. People will love being with us when we’re not ruminating over something dumb that happened a week ago.

Okay, so that’s all fine and good. I’ve made peace with all that. Made peace with making mistakes.

But the thing is, if I’m intolerant of another person when they come up short, either every day or once in a blue moon, then I’m just an asshole.

😊 #advancedsoul #forgiveness #diariespodcast


fleming · Apr 27, 2018 at 9:51 am

Again, this hits home….ESPECIALLY the last sentence! Thank you!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 27, 2018 at 10:21 am

You are most welcome!

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Apr 28, 2018 at 3:07 am

Thank you Travis. I don’t always comment but I know you don’t take that personal. Love these affirmations. :)

tcr! tcr! · Apr 28, 2018 at 1:08 pm

Nope, it’s hard for me to take things person these days.

tcr! tcr! · Apr 28, 2018 at 1:09 pm

Also, SGC wrote the words in the picture. Maybe 13 or 14 years ago.

marney0160 marney0160 · May 5, 2018 at 9:53 am

Love it!

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Jul 27, 2018
A Key Lime Bomb in one hand

Content published: Apr 26, 2018 at 5:24 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jul 24, 2018 at 9:45 am CDT

Key Lime Bomb at Blue Goose

Guys, if you haven't had one of Blue Goose’s Key Lime Bombs then you're missing out. Eating one of those is way better than the time Christie Brinkley kissed me on the cheek. Okay, that’s a lie. That never happened. But my 16 year old self wishes it would have.

Anyways, the moral of the story is that this dessert bomb will literally change your perception of the entire cosmos. Yeah, they will. It’s got a little whip cream swirl with lime zest, it’s got the key lime, it’s got the moist little cake for the foundation, and it’s got toasted coconut. Or maybe they’re nuts. It doesn’t matter. The whole damn thing is delicious. A culinary masterpiece if you will.

The entire affair is exquisite really. You’ll even feel like you’re having an affair and cheating on that chocolate lava cake that once warmed your heart. The Key Lime Bombs are big enough to share with your special someone, too. If you’re into that. If not, just eat one by yourself. I have.

One time I was driving down Riverside while holding a Key Lime Bomb in one hand and steering with the other, the whole while gorging myself. I had whip cream and key lime everywhere. I could barely see. I couldn’t help myself, guys. They’re that good. I couldn’t wait until I got home. Plus, I’d had a hard day at work and wasn’t sharing that time around.

Be quick, though. I rarely see these elusive little critters in Blue Goose’s display case. If they’re sold out, search your soul for some persistence and/or patience.

And be sure to vote Blue Goose as your favorite bakery while you're there. This is not a game.

Vote for your favorite bakery

#photos #desserts #bluegoose #diariespodcast

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Jul 24, 2018
We, as parents, make mistakes

Content published: Apr 25, 2018 at 9:30 am CDT
· podcast published: Jul 21, 2018 at 10:33 am CDT

Maggie and the hurry home message

Maggie had a little scare yesterday. She had gotten off the school bus and was walking the minute walk back to our house down the alley. Some dude was also walking down the alley behind her and that didn’t sit well with her.

I generally get home 15 to 20 minutes after she does and it’s not that big of a deal for her to walk home and spend that time by herself.

Anyways, after I got back to the house we talk about what happened for a little bit, about the dude, and reviewed all the things you can do in a situation when strangers are following you. Be loud, be visible, make noise, make sure the whole world knows what’s up. It’s the same thing that animals do when they’re nervous and it works pretty well for them.

It also sounded like the guy may have just been walking 30 feet or so behind her, just going in the same direction. I’m not trying to minimize the situation but I know for myself when I panic, things aren’t truly what they seem. I got freaked out and freaked myself out several times as a kid when I was in situations very similar to hers. I can still freak myself out now as a grownup.

So anyways, here’s the real story.

Last night when I was saying good night to her I thought of something else to say around the whole stranger-danger topic. I started talking about it and then immediately thought that it probably wasn’t a good idea at bedtime.

I quickly changed the subject and we talked about something else for a few minutes. I was kind of hoping she’d forget about the whole. But people who're more on the nervous side, they don’t forget.

This morning before school I said to her, “Last night I brought the dude up again and then realized that I shouldn’t have considering what time it was. I hope that it wasn’t on your mind as you were going to sleep. What is it?”

She said that it was for a little bit. I then told her I was sorry and that was the wrong thing for me to do, wrong thing for me to say. She nodded a little bit, absorbing what I’d just said. And then we got on with our day.

It’s important for me to be humble, for me to be human, failings and all, as a parent in front of Maggie. It’s okay for our kids to know that we as parents make mistakes. And more importantly, it’s good for them to hear us own it, too. Our kids will model their behavior after ours. Who they become as adults is directly influenced by who we are to them as parents.

And lastly, it’s crucial for me to ask direct questions if I’m worried that I’ve made a mistake. Like I asked Maggie if what I said had kept her up the night before. I could’ve just said that I hoped our bedtime talk wasn’t on her mind too much while she was going to sleep and left it at that. But that’s not good enough. I needed to ask her point blank if it was.

If I wouldn’t have asked her it would’ve left her alone with her feelings. That those uncomfortable feelings were hers to deal with. I wouldn't have taken full responsibility for my part in causing them. And feelings like those need to be talked about, they need to be acknowledged by the person who was indeed at fault.

If I’m not 100% sure if I’ve done something wrong, I need to find out. Because that’s part of owning what I’ve done. I need to take the initiative and shouldn’t wait for somebody to tell me that I've hurt their feelings. Most of the time I’m pretty sure they won’t.

#maggie #amendments #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


Karly · Apr 25, 2018 at 10:46 am

I’m glad she was aware of her surroundings.

Also, surrounding area police stations will often hold annual free self defense classes. I know St Charles just had 2 in April and Dekalb has them on occasion.

Karly · Apr 25, 2018 at 10:47 am

Correction…i think it was Naperville that just had theirs

tcr! tcr! · Apr 25, 2018 at 11:14 am

That’s not a bad idea. She was in martial arts a few years back but a basic refresher is always a good idea.

fleming · Apr 25, 2018 at 11:03 am

So happy Maggie is safe! We just had an attempted child abduction yesterday morning at a bus stop…kids were smart and ran, but so terrifying!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 25, 2018 at 11:16 am

That’s crazy! What the eff is wrong with people?

fleming · Apr 25, 2018 at 12:15 pm

They’re eff’d up!!! Oh…and thank you sooo much for sending me your publications…I thoroughly enjoyed them!!!!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 25, 2018 at 1:55 pm

You are most welcome!

landerl · Apr 25, 2018 at 11:42 am

Super glad she’s safe. And you are an awesome parent!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 25, 2018 at 11:47 am

Thank you!

marney0160 marney0160 · Apr 25, 2018 at 12:26 pm

Ditto with what Linda said! And Kelly’s idea is a good one. Your advice about being loud and visible is spot on, too!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 25, 2018 at 1:57 pm

Thanks!!

Momma J Momma J · Apr 25, 2018 at 1:32 pm

A fine job of parenting!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 25, 2018 at 1:56 pm

Why thank you!

Momma J Momma J · Apr 25, 2018 at 2:23 pm

You’re welcome and well deserved!

Jim J · Apr 25, 2018 at 5:00 pm

Self-defense classes.

debbie · Apr 25, 2018 at 5:50 pm

FYI

heylinda heylinda · Apr 25, 2018 at 8:41 pm

Our girls sound similar. Keep reminding her to trust her gut.

elaineorr · Apr 25, 2018 at 10:11 pm

You’re a good daddy.

tcr! tcr! · Apr 26, 2018 at 8:34 am

Thank you!!

Ryan Waters · Apr 28, 2018 at 1:16 am

Smart girl and she’s lucky to have a Dad she trusts and reaches out to! You done good!!!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 28, 2018 at 1:04 pm

Thank you!! And I believe she does trust me a little.

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Jul 21, 2018
A little dog and wild carrots

Content published: Apr 20, 2018 at 7:24 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jul 17, 2018 at 11:15 am CDT

Let me first say that I’m an animal lover as much as the next Dr. Doolittle. It’s rare that I meet a dog or cat and they don’t end up liking me sooner or later. I think mostly that’s because I don’t care if they like me or not.

However, the neighbor’s dog and myself, we don’t get along. He barks at me from his yard every time I’m outside in my yard. Or when I’m walking to or from my garage. Bark, bark, bark.

Obviously he’s got the short man complex.

I’ve tried making friends with him. I’ve tried explaining to him that I’ve lived here longer than he has and that gives me seniority. And on my very worst days I’ll blow my megaphone at him when he so much as lets out a whimper.

So anyways, a little while ago I was out tending my yard and little Napoleon was in his house so all was right with the world. The neighborhood people were also out walking their dogs up and down the alley as they do. And every time they did I heard him barking from inside his house.

I was thinking to myself how annoyed I get just even hearing him bark every now and then. Can imagine the horror of actually living with him relentlessly barking all the eff’ing time? I thought so.

I could only giggle quietly to myself.


Queen Annes Lace roots

In other news, does anybody know what kind of plant these are?

Some of the taproots are almost as big as carrots. It looks kinda like a dainty fern and it’s soft as a feather. It’s also decided to take over the world. Well, take over my backyard anyway.

Update: they're Queen Anne's Lace. Apparently a couple of summers ago I did, in fact, let them take over the world.

#photos #homeimprovement #diariespodcast


sveagrabarek · Apr 20, 2018 at 8:48 pm

Queen Annes lace. They’re bastards.

tcr! tcr! · Apr 20, 2018 at 8:54 pm

Oh yeah!

sveagrabarek · Apr 20, 2018 at 8:59 pm

They’re excellent for anger management.

Lisette · Apr 20, 2018 at 9:30 pm

They look like mandrake from the Harry Potter movies

tcr! tcr! · Apr 20, 2018 at 10:14 pm

Apparently a couple of summers ago I did, in fact, let the Queen Anne’s Lace aka wild carrots take over the world.

angeline35 angeline35 · Apr 21, 2018 at 10:09 am

I don’t have the issue with the Queen Annes Lace, however I do have the issue of the non-stop barking from the neighbor’s dog. It is a small dog that I could quite easily drop kick through the air across the yard and into never never land. ( I would never have such evil thoughts wink wink) Its very frustrating because during the warmer months I spend the majority of my time at home outside working in my backyard. I have done everything from ignoring the animal, attempting to bribe it (I almost got bitten), throwing small sticks to distract it, to messaging the offending neighbor via messenger, Other people in the neighborhood have called the police and reported them. This worked for them because now the dog is no longer allowed in the front yard only the back which is where I hang out. None of these methods work for me and finally one night last week I screamed “SHUT THE FUCK UP” and low and behold the neighbor appeared immediately and brought the offending animal inside. Finally a method that works. I will continue to do this until it doesn’t. Funny thing is she locked the dog in the basement last night where it barked incessantly but at a tolerable level for me. Not so tolerable for her however because I could hear her cussing inside the house. Tee hee motherfucker :) Love you Travy funny how we have similar problems eh :) - AJC

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Jul 17, 2018
It's all really great news

Content published: Apr 13, 2018 at 2:27 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jul 11, 2018 at 8:14 pm CDT

Selfie for Apr 13th, 2018

Well over half the conversations I have are all words. Personal and professional. All reading and responding. I want to say there is no voice in them but each author has their own in black and white. It’s still all words though. Nothing verbal. The only emotions are the ones I assign based on how I know the sender.

I try hard to read everything personal I get as really great news. At the very least I try not to assume those words sent to me and meant for me are negative. When I get a text or an email I take the words literally unless I know the other person is joking.

I’ve said most of that before. Playing games complicates life and I want less complication.

Words can be tricky, though. I do my best when I get a suspect message to pause and see the sender as a whole human being. Just take a minute before I get trigger-finger happy with a response. That pause helps defuse any bomb I think I might be holding. Believe it or not I’ve misread and misunderstood words before and then jumped to nasty conclusions and ended up looking like an ass.

My point is that I do my best to imagine the sender sending cheery communications and that in turn keeps me on positive path when I reply.

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In somewhat related news, Biz Stone (one of the founders of Twitter) said[1] a few years back that he was “operating under the assumption” that everybody liked him. I enjoyed reading that because for much of my life I assumed that at least half of everyone was out to get me.[2]

Treating people as if they liked me and as if I liked them did wonders for my relationships. Watch someone’s face light up when you tell[3] them that you’re excited to see them.

After I altered my interactions with people, they in turn started treating me with love and respect. They started being excited to see me as well. And I got to let go of pretty much all of my paranoia.

It’s always good for me to remember that “acting as if” can and will fundamentally change who I am. And also that I’m never going to be able to “will” away paranoia and friends. I need to find a positive behavior to practice instead of trying to force myself to give up a negative one.

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And so then what started me writing this correspondence to you guys is this other guy I traded work emails with for years. And because I knew he could be a jerk in person I assumed most of what he wrote to be jerky as well. The communications were an exercise in combat. Mental conflicts that were simply exhausting. I ended up dreading each time I got a notification ding.

Now some time has passed and I’ve gotten a little separation and I wonder what our conversations would’ve been like if I just pretended that everything he wrote came from a good place. I’m 99% sure that it didn’t just because I knew how he could be back that, but every now and then I “pontificate” how the dynamics would’ve change if I would’ve simply changed my point of view.

Read and responded to everything he sent like we were working toward the same goal. Maybe even that his words were “really great news.”

If instead of seeing him as hostile, I just saw him as a person who liked me. If instead of reading his words as angry, I read them as happy. Regardless of his intent.

I was hesitant to do that when I had the chance. Even though I think it’s a worthy cause, I also think there’s a damn good chance I’d have just come across as sarcastic or snide.

It’s too late for me to have a better relationship with that guy now but it’s not too late for me to interpret every new email or message I get as simply delightful.

What if I operate under the assumption that all communications I get are good? 🤔

What if I operate under the assumption that all people are good by default? 🤔

Well, let’s not get too crazy here.

#relationships #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


  1. theguardian.com/technology/../biz-stone-twitter

  2. Well, that’s not true. It was more that I simply didn’t trust them.

  3. Mean it, too. Don’t just say it.

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Jul 12, 2018
Apologies as presents

Content published: Apr 10, 2018 at 10:13 am CDT
· podcast published: Jul 9, 2018 at 6:39 pm CDT

On a person's special day if I tell the person that I forgot to give or get them a present, it’s like instead of giving them their actual present I'm giving them an “I forgot” instead. Regardless if I actually do give them the present later.

It’s better to not hear anything at all, to be kept wondering, a little mystery perhaps, than to get an “I’m sorry that you weren’t high enough on my list to remember but here’s this apology instead.”

Nobody likes to hear that they were forgotten or feel like they’re an after thought. And when they actually do get their present, it has this uncomfortable bow attached.

So if, on a special day for someone, I forget to “do” what I'm supposed to do, I try to stay away from telling them that I forgot. I’d rather play it cool and “do” what I'm supposed to do as soon as possible.

#relationships #protip #diariespodcast

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Jul 09, 2018
About those bullfights

Content published: Mar 18, 2018 at 12:08 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jun 25, 2018 at 10:19 am CDT

Sara and I watched Anthony Bourdain in Spain last night. I wish that watching bullfights didn’t bother me as much as it does but I could never get behind a sport like that. Not that I’m somebody big and influential or whatever but killing an animal so you can be a rockstar is bullshit.

It doesn’t matter if it’s part of the heritage or culture. It’s barbaric and inhumane. I don’t see it any differently than wrestling with a dog or playing with a cat and then breaking their neck.

Bourdain didn’t look like he enjoyed the bull’s death much either. But ya know what, I would’ve canceled the episode if I was him. It’s important to stand up for what’s right or to stand up and say “this is wrong.” Even more so when you have a direct impact on the situation’s outcome.

I love his shows, always have but after the episode we watched last night, I lost some respect for him.

#animalrights #anthonybourdain #diariespodcast

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Jun 25, 2018
Making perfect plans

Content published: Oct 16, 2017 at 8:47 am CDT
· podcast published: Jun 6, 2018 at 3:56 pm CDT

Sometimes I’m gonna do something.

I plan it out in my head and think, “This is perfect. This lines up here and that lines up there.”

And then I don’t do it.

And then the next morning I think, “I’m glad I didn’t do that.”

#confessional #diariespodcast

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Jun 06, 2018
A peer in the revolution

Content published: Mar 27, 2018 at 7:18 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jun 6, 2018 at 1:34 pm CDT

Me in the early 90s

And then there was that one time when myself and two older friends were drinking and carrying on, using too many drugs, and just driving around out in the country.

And then they decided they wanted to rob a house.

Being younger I went along with their plans because that’s what I usually did. Everybody I knew, everybody that I got high with in the early 90s was older. Sometimes a lot older.

And I went along with them because a- it was generally fun being up to no good and b- I liked that they invited me along. Even if I was always somebody’s little brother.

I wanted in, I wanted to be part of the adventure. I wanted to be part of a revolution but there was none around. Being up to no good was as close as I could get in rural Iowa to being a revolutionary.

The two I was with that particular night were a couple and I was just along for the ride. Sometimes I would end up in the backseat of somebody’s car and that was totally fine by me. Going anywhere, doing anything, getting high and not being me.

When we got to the house, for whatever reason the lady decided to park in the driveway. It didn’t strike me as odd at first since we were out in the middle of nowhere and it was well past midnight. And I was lit.

As we sat there in the dark, they immediately started bickering about how we were going to actually break into the house.

Basement window? Backdoor? Garage?

After we sat there for 10 or 15 minutes the reality of the situation started became all too apparent. There I was manning the backseat of a beatdown car in the driveway of a house we were about to rob while two methheads couldn’t agree on the best way in.

I could see this adventure playing out only one way. And it involved me going to jail. Again. But this time it wouldn’t be for something trivial like public intox.

Playing it cool, I leaned up and put my arms on their bench seat and said, “this is a bad idea.”

They were drug addicts so much more than me, way worse than I ever was. Robbing the house was gonna give them drug money and I certainly didn’t think they’d pay much attention to my meager protest. I was always somebody’s little brother after all.

But in the few moments that followed my B&E objection they changed their mind. A glimmer of reasonable moonlight broke through their teeth grinding addiction. And then she started the car.

And we then left.

As ridiculous as this story is, it’s also one of the few times where I felt like an equal among that group of people. I felt like that my voice not only counted but was it taken seriously and then acted on.

I felt like a peer in the revolution.

#photos #rebellion #diariespodcast

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Jun 06, 2018
Not often with surgical precision

Content published: Mar 23, 2018 at 2:51 pm CDT
· podcast published: Jun 2, 2018 at 6:16 pm CDT

I’m not overly fond of the word, “slice.” I never say slice. Not a slice of pizza or a slice of pie. It’s always a piece.

“Splice” is okay but remove the “p” and it’s out of the question. I never slice anything either. I cut shit. Not often with surgical precision.

This also may be the dumbest thing I’ve ever wrote. Or written. Depending on your grammar.

It’s not the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. That would be when I was holding a lit firecracker, blew it out, and made the mistake of thinking I was good.

These are the kinds of things I think about when I don’t have any real life struggles.

#meanwhile #writtenword #diariespodcast

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Jun 02, 2018
Proof would kill me (follow up)

Content published: Sep 11, 2017 at 6:42 pm CDT
· podcast published: May 30, 2018 at 1:43 pm CDT

Atari 2600 Berserk

In follow up to my earlier piece, Proof would kill me, I just want to put it out there that I only talked about two of the things that Kathy did that hurt me. I didn't mention my sins, all the things I did to hurt her because that wasn't the point I was after.

My point was: we can be hurt and then move past it, that being in constant pain isn't normal, isn't something we should or have to live with.

Most importantly: she wasn’t only to blame for our failed marriage and I wasn’t the sole victim either.

What I said toward the very end:

And that’s what happens when we deal with life. That’s what happens when we process it, find closure — it no longer holds us back in our lives today.

On my end that’s a big part of why our marriage did indeed fail. During that era I was held back by my own pain and issues I hadn't dealt with. When I was with her I wasn’t able to live fully in that “today.”

My head was too full of berserk, physically present but emotions akin to a room full of pinball machines. I was maybe a year, year and a half sober and transitioning ungracefully from an out of control, drunk/drugged teenager to a sober, pretend grownup. And it wasn't pretty.

I’ve said many times that the person you all know today wasn’t the person I’ve always been. Twenty some odd years ago, man was I a riot.

Who knows what would've happened if I'd have been at peace when I met Kathy. I regret that I wasn't the best me I could be when we were together. I feel bad that the pain of our divorce is what it took for me to make that spiritual transition, to deal with shadows locked away in the basement of my soul. All those lessons and growth on the other side were in response to the heartbreak I felt from losing her.

That’s how I can be like “whatever” in the here and now when thinking about her transgressions. Siting where I do today I don’t blame her for doing what she did then because I grew as a result. I’ve processed it, let it go. Let her go.

She was doing the best she could with what was in her toolbox.

And lastly this from my researcher:

Statistically, (because I like good, hard science) young marriages don't usually work out. Even less so, when it's under the gun. And even less so after losing a child. You probably had a 5% chance of making it, at best.

#relationships #diariespodcast

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jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Sep 11, 2017 at 9:06 pm

“basement of my soul”—-A+

i have similar words describing the world of pain prior to enlightment: “Trailer Park Soul”, which I have often stylized with all lower case.

When I went to copyright TPS, there were DOZENS of authors with extremely similar words. Lesson is that you can’t copyright stuff fast enough. It was at least 5 years old when I went to get wrights. I have wondered what would have happened if I’d moved faster.

On the topic: I’m a big believer in starter marriages. It’s a damn shame, but I was an axxhole. I’ve totally forgiven and forgotten that one. Too much crap since to be viable.

tcr! tcr! · Sep 12, 2017 at 11:24 am

Re: copyrights— I think I’ve only had one thing copyrighted and that was a music CD back in the 90s. I think why I stopped bothering is because from what I read all work is automatically copyrighted but if one wanted said copyright to stand up in court one should make it official with the gov’mt. That’s just from what I vaguely remember anyways.

Re: starter marriages— yep, Kathy was good practice. I don’t know why I still think about her, it’s not like I do every day but I suppose weekly for sure.

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May 30, 2018
Proof would kill me

Content published: Sep 10, 2017 at 4:00 pm CDT
· podcast published: May 30, 2018 at 1:43 pm CDT

20170910 Proof would kill me

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A year or so after I got divorced from my first wife one of our mutual friends said to me, “I’m so sorry that she cheated on you with John.”

Now I always had a gut feeling about that but never knew for sure. Until then.

The moment Heather said it I was just crushed. Even more so because I wasn’t really that close with her, she was just a friend in the restaurant Kathy and I both worked at. Heather had asked me a few minutes before how things were going after the divorce so her words didn’t come out of the blue. But the confirmation was still a stab, twist, gouge to my soul. And then she felt really bad because it was obvious I didn’t know.

And then I wondered how many other people knew. It’s one thing to have close friends know about your heart breaks and betrayals but it’s a whole new level of embarrassment when people from outside your inner circle get privy to things like that.

Jobs and co-workers, well, we know a lot about each other because we spend so much of our lives together. It can almost feel like high school with the secrets and the gossip. Heather was a good person though and she only said something because she cared. My other close friends at work, I wondered how many of them knew and simply didn’t say anything.

Kathy and I met in that restaurant. We were both really young. I think she was 19 and I was 21. We were just a step beyond high school really.

And there was this guy named John that used to come and sit at the counter, drink his coffee, and eat or whatever. Gab with all the servers and the like. I may have had a twinge of jealously because I was 21 and he was in his late 20s or early 30s, a full grown man with a career and house and muscles and all that. But it never really bothered me because he talked to everybody and not just Kathy. I never saw them interact in a way that was different than how he interacted with everybody else.

But one time I came around the corner and I saw John and Kathy together by the front door. He was turning to go and they’re holding hands with their arms reached out as if he’s leaving and this is a good bye, a longing farewell. And it’s very romantic between them, with him going and her not wanting him to. The look on his face and from what I could see, the look on hers was a love between them that I had thought she only had for me.

And in that instant I knew it was something more than just chitchat between them. In that moment I had one of the worst panic attacks of my life. One of the ones where I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move, heart thumping so loud I could hear it in my ears. The world had just came down and crushed me with a truth I was oblivious to. The unseen things from left field, the ones I didn’t see coming, those always did the most damage. There’s no way to brace ourselves for the surprises that change everything.

Anyways, John probably saw me out of the corner of his eye but he turned and left and Kathy walked away in another direction.

What I did was shutdown. On her. For the rest of the time we were together. We got married later even though I had completely detached myself.

It wasn’t fear of rejection or abandonment that stopped me from doing something as I’d had plenty of both from the time I was nine. What it came down to was that I didn’t know how to be assertive, to stand up for myself. I’d never broken up with a girlfriend before. Never had been as close with one either. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to take care of myself on an important emotional level.

Bad shit had happened my whole life and this was just more bad shit happening. And I knew how to pretend like bad shit didn’t happen. Childhood stuff can fuck you up for a long time.

Anyways, that whole romantic scene between John and Kathy was one of the biggest times in my life where I should’ve said something but didn’t. I stayed in way too many relationships with the bad shit happening because I’d never learned confrontation.

Denial though that was easy. I didn’t say anything to her. Not a word. And what’s more I didn’t want to face the truth that she wanted somebody else and not me. That I was lacking in some way, that I wasn’t enough.

See, proof that I’m not enough would kill me.

So now when I think about that moment some 20 odd years later it isn’t a strong hurt that I feel but I still feel some betrayal however minute it’s still a little tiny thorn. I’ve talked about it before so it’s not some big secret. And yes, it took a Fourth and Fifth Step and lots of prayer to be able to move past it.

So when Heather told me a few years later that Kathy did in fact cheat on me it was devastating on many levels.

But the real part of this story is that I was really upset for a day or so, totally felt all the hurt and anguish and heart break. And then the pain stopped.

It felt kind of weird because I lived my whole life clinging to and perpetuating pain, carrying it around in my back pocket like it was a secret note to myself, one that reminded me people were not to be trusted, that people will hurt you.

And for it to be gone I didn’t know what to do. Every now I would think about it accidentally or not to see if something was still there but after doing the right thing, feeling all of that, talking about like we’re supposed to…it went away.

There comes a time in some people’s lives where so much bad shit has happened that pain and hurt are normal everyday things we feel. And then life can feel abnormal when we don’t have that pain, when it no longer defines us. Even more, pain will hurt once we stop being numb to it.

When we take the higher road, reach for new heights, strive for more than the day before, go above and beyond who we’ve been then suffering will no longer taste good. We’ll think more of ourselves, know that we deserve more than day in and day out torment. Not only will we think that, we’ll feel it, know it to be true down to our inner most selves. Bad shit happening will become unacceptable.

Looking back on all that shit with Kathy now I don’t have any solid feelings about it really. I don’t care either way. I mean it happen, it’s part of my story but more than anything I’m like “whatever.” It makes no difference in the here and now, has no bearing on my life other than going through all of that has made me who I am today. It’s one of my lessons, was fuel for one of my spiritual growths. It’s made me bigger, a more complete human being.

And that’s what happens when we deal with life. That’s what happens when we process it, find closure — it no longer holds us back in our lives today.

Ya know, I used to drink so nothing could touch me.
I’ve found that the real way for nothing to touch you is to just deal with it.

#lettherebehope #relationships #diariespodcast #diariesvideo

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tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2017 at 4:21 pm

Here’s an accidental photo my iPad took while I was preparing to record the video.

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May 30, 2018
Memories are what make places feel like home

Content published: Mar 22, 2018 at 8:57 pm CDT
· podcast published: May 29, 2018 at 7:16 pm CDT

Allison Ave satellite map


When I was a kid living in a little town in Iowa, our neighborhood, our street, our house they all felt like home to me. I always felt secure, always felt like I belonged. My life was feature complete on that block.

I’m sure it was because that house on Allison Avenue in Ottumwa was the only place I’d ever lived, the only home I’d ever known. That street just a single block long was the center of my whole universe.

A group of us kids would ride our bikes over to Mowery, maybe around McKinley, always down the Johnson ramp, and across Albia Road to Dairy Queen. Sometimes Pamida instead. If that name doesn’t ring a bell, think department store akin to K-mart.

And my mom made dinner every night and when I sat down to eat with her, my dad, and sister nothing was ever missing. The dinner table always felt full.

Since then I’ve lived in more places than I can count. Lived on both coasts and in plenty of places in between. The only time I feel that same sense of home I did as a kid is when Maggie and I are out riding our bikes.

I don’t know what it is about fixed-gears and neighborhood streets but they ring a bicycle bell with my emotions. I’m taken back to Allison, taken back to something much more than simple deja-vu. It sounds corny but it feels as if my spirit transcends space and time and part of me is there on the avenue again.

And yes, I absolutely feel a sense of family when Maggie and I are eating dinner but then again something is always missing. I feel a separation, a loss. I feel incomplete. Because my mom, dad, and sister aren’t there.

On Allison we always ate in the kitchen because we didn’t have a dining room. Maggie and I have a dining room now but we always eat in the kitchen. Because kitchens feel more like home.

I wonder if my mom felt the same way, missing her mom and dad, longing for her brothers when she was making us dinner in Ottumwa. Remembering the times around her kitchen table with her childhood family out on the farm just south of town.

I wonder if I feel like my dad did when he was making dinner for Angie and I. When we were a little bit older and the three of us lived together on Casper.

And I also wonder if Maggie will feel the same after she grows up, when she’s making dinner for her kids. Remember that one year she and I watched every episode of Lost while we ate the dinner I made for us.

“You can’t go home” the book title famously says. I’ve driven down Allison Avenue a few times as an adult, wanting to revisit the old neighborhood and all. I was hoping to feel something each time I went, recapture a little childhood magic but I only felt a distant connection to a fading past. And what's more, I felt out of place. That neighborhood isn’t mine anymore.

My memories from the 70s are so much more powerful than actually being there. Part of me wishes I could go back but I’d have to time travel I suppose.


[...school night interlude, including showers and homework...]


I had a minor revelation after getting my earlier thoughts out in the open and letting them simmer for a bit. I almost always write to process something and what I’ve found tonight is that memories are what make places feel like home.

Maggie learned to ride her bike behind our garage in the alley. We were out there for a couple of hours and she was so close. So close, so many times but it just wasn’t happening. She was wearing down and I wanted her to keep trying. She and I both knew she almost had it. There’ll be a certain electricity when you’re on the verge of becoming more than what you have been. When you’re on the verge of flying to greater heights.

And then she got enough momentum. She let go and trusted her body. She found her balance. And then she was off riding two wheels by herself.

Fixed-gear bike, too. Because they’re bad ass.


Mom and I in the Allison kitchen
Mom and I in the Allison kitchen, July 1978. Coors all the way.


Me with my bike in front of the Allison house
Me with my bike in front of the Allison house, June 1980. Fixed-gear and banana seat. Yeah man.


#photos #mommaj #bikes #diariespodcast


Irene · Mar 23, 2019 at 8:37 am

What a guy!! What a writer! What a beautiful tribute to your parents!!! ❤️

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May 30, 2018
Not caring what other people think

Content published: Mar 20, 2018 at 7:31 pm CDT
· podcast published: May 19, 2018 at 10:27 am CDT

This guy doesn't care

Abstract

I think all that jive about “not caring what other people think” is mostly bullshit.

Exhibit A

When I puff out my chest and chant the “I don’t care what they think“ mantra, it feels like I’m just giving myself a free pass to act like an asshole. And really I’m probably doing something I shouldn’t be doing or just did something I shouldn’t have done.

Like that time you all know and love when I went into Jewel at quarter to eight in the morning with bloodshot eyes, looking like I’d only slept for a few hours. Because I had. And then walked up to the checkout lady with 2 pints of beer in my basket, all standoffish. Temperamental and dramatic and inwardly screaming, “Judge me all you want. I don’t give a fuck!”

Yeah, that was just a cover up for the shame I felt for buying beer before the day had even started. It had nothing to do with legitimately not caring about what the lady in Jewel thought.

When the “I don’t give a fuck what they think” comes out of my mouth or I’m all emotionally rambunctious up in my head most likely I’m up to no good. In one way or another. Maybe I haven’t actually done anything yet. Maybe my motives aren’t in the right place or my emotions aren’t pure. Whatever it is something is off.

I’m not trying to sound preachy but whatever. I probably am.

Exhibit B

I don’t care what the neighbors think about the pink Christmas lights hanging in my kitchen window year round. However, this example of “not caring” never crossed my mind until I started exploring this apathetic path. If you will. I never thought about what they think let alone bothered to care what they think. I honestly didn’t think about the pink lights because I honestly don’t care.

That’s when “not caring” is not bullshit: when I have zero thought and zero emotional investment.

Truly not worrying about what people think of me and the things I like, that all comes from a place of calm and confidence and not one of bolstered and shouting egos. Not one of loud arrogance.

I do what I want and so long as I’m not stepping on someone else’s toes then I don’t give a fuck. Don’t give a fuck enough to not even think about giving a fuck. If that makes sense.

Exhibit C

I do care what people think about me. I care about my family and friends’ opinions because what they think is important. It counts. It matters.

If my friends think I’m being an asshole or if a stranger looks at me like I’m being a jerk, there’s something wrong with what I’m doing. Like if I say something in front of a server at a restaurant and an honest-to-god worried look comes across their face then I have wonder to myself, “Oh. I shouldn’t have said that. Maybe I shouldn’t say that again.”[1]

Being a jerk is something I’m never trying to do these days but I’m only human and sometimes I don’t realize I’m being an ass. This is why what other people think is important. I look for guidance from the people that I trust in my life when I’m uncertain.

I look to and count on my peers calling me out because I’m so wrapped up in me most of the time that I have a hard time seeing what’s going on. More importantly what’s going wrong.

If I have something in my teeth I know that somebody will tell me. Man, is hearing that rough, too. Saying it isn’t any fun either. Being either person in that situation can be uncomfortable. And then of course Maggie showed me how to handle all of that. A few weeks ago I told her that something was in her teeth after dinner. She said “thank you” and then went and got a toothpick.[2] That’s the end of the story. And also an excellent example of what “not caring” is really all about.

This might sound self-deprecating but I fucked up a good chunk of my life because I didn’t care what people close to me thought and I just did whatever I wanted. That didn’t work out so well. Hence two divorces.

In the here and now I pay close attention to what people near and dear to me say. When people give me their feedback I do my best to listen and take it seriously. If they say that I’m fucking up then I probably am. And then I do my best to course correct. Because I don’t want to fuck up my life anymore.

Also, and this is important: I look for the good in people and automatically assume that when they give me feedback it’s coming from a good place.[3] I don’t take what my friends say as an attack. Why the hell would my friends attack me? Friends don’t attack.

Opening myself up to criticism, taking that with as much grace and humility as I can muster, and then appreciating the growing bond with that other person is a big part of the meaning of life to me. Friendships will absolutely flourish when I allow myself to be a whole human being in front of my friends. And even more, when my friends see that I took their suggestions, they’ll know that they count to me. They’ll get to be somebody, too. Our friendship will be balanced. Equal parts them and equal parts me.

I don’t know about you guys but I admire and respect the hell out of my friends and family. I care deeply about them and their opinions. I legitimately do care what they think about me.

Exhibit D

And the last thing I want to say about this whole “not caring what people think” bullshit is that most people don’t think about me. At all. Because I’m not that important. If I’m out in public chances are other people don’t even see me. And that's not because I'm a ninja.

One more thing. I've never written an “abstract” before.

#advancedsoul #zerofucksgiven #diariespodcast


  1. Well my first reaction is “what the fuck are you looking at?“ because I’m me.

  2. Life doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. I’ll never understand why we as adults make life so hard.

  3. Sara clued me in to that. “Coming from a good place” are her words, not mine.

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May 19, 2018
SpongeBob was in my dream last night

Content published: Mar 14, 2018 at 8:03 am CDT
· podcast published: May 9, 2018 at 10:44 am CDT

Like I was all about SpongeBob. I went into my bedroom to have a nap (which is kind of funny that even in my dreams I’m thinking about taking a nap).

And then when I laid down on my bed it was SpongeBob as far as the eye could see.

I had a keychain, a plushy, all kinds of toys. He was on my bedspread and pillow cases. Everywhere I looked there the little yellow man was.

And that’s all I remember. I must’ve started dreaming about something else.

My point to all of this is that this is the dumbest fucking dream I’ve had my whole life. And this is why you don’t tell people about your dreams. Ever. Unless you found the cure for cancer while you were asleep, nobody will care about your SpongeBob drivel.

I’m sorry if your dreams are important to you. But it can be downright painful for the person listening to you recount every meaningless scene in your latest dream. Especially when it’s first thing in the morning.

It’s borderline abuse really.

#dreams #spongebob #diariespodcast

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May 09, 2018
Why are these people standing so close to me?

Content published: Mar 13, 2018 at 7:48 pm CDT
· podcast published: May 6, 2018 at 11:53 am CDT

Stay Puft are you terrified

For much of my life I’ve been internally combustible and physically uncomfortable. I felt ill and under and unequipped just being human. Even trying to be human. Too much shit gurgling in my stomach. Never ending mallet beating my heart. Intestines put on backwards and inside out. My thoughts whirling and jerking back and forth by some restless, mechanical bull.

I’m melodramatic, I know.

But when I found drugs and alcohol as a teenager that fixed me, that calmed the bomb and made life tolerable, comfortable. The whole reason why I drank as much and as hard as I did was because drinking brought me relief. And not only that but it took me to a place of adventure, a place I was fond of, a place without restraints. A feeling inside and out that nothing mattered, nothing could touch me, and I just didn’t give a fuck. If it was sunny outside then that was perfect and if it were raining then that was fucking awesome, too.

Of course being alcoholic there always comes a point where the watered down solution becomes a problem in itself. Becomes more of a problem than the anxiety I was trying to do away with.

And then when I did stop drinking the pressures of everyday life were back. More painful than ever. I didn’t have many skills to deal with them and oh boy, did the mechanical bull launch full throttle again. The first year and two I was sober I felt the craziest that I ever had my whole life. Like every nerve in my body was exposed, every sight a cause for alarm.

Am I going to be able to drive all the way home? I can’t even fucking think straight.

And every sound twice as loud.

Why is everyone talking through a megaphone?

In related news, it feels like there’s been ringing in my ears since I was nine.

Freshly sober my anxiety would have me up at 4:30 in the morning, pounding down the coffees. Other times I’d be up well past midnight, smoking cigarette[1] after cigarette. Day and night making my combustion worse by not sleeping and pumping more toxins into my system.

In the here-and-now, even well into sobriety, when I’m uncomfortable my go-to reaction is to fix how I feel. Reach for cigarettes that aren’t there. Look for something outside of me to soothe the unrest within. Something, anything to take away the worry, the doubt, the paranoia. Unplug the melodramatic bull.

After I got back into 12-step recovery one of the most valuable tools that I learned was the cosmic pause. To take an interlude. To stop. For a moment. To breathe.

And also to learn how to feel my feelings, especially the uncomfortable ones. I’m sure I’ve quoted Tony before when he said, “those that make it are the ones who learn how to be uncomfortable.”

My last divorce was certainly uncomfortable and plenty difficult for everybody involved. Every time I would get a text message from my ex-wife my heart would race and I felt like I was holding a bomb. My hands would shake as I was pummeled with nervous, dizzy emotion. And it would all happen in an instant. Maybe kinda like a panic attack. :)

Then of course I would immediately read/react/reply, and the text messages would explode with overflowing wells of anger. Puke and shit everywhere. It was the same story with my first ex-wife except we’d actually be calling each other all frenzy-like since cell phones weren’t an everyday thing.

And then somewhere along the way the cosmos gave me some insight.

I didn’t have to respond to someone’s messages[2] right away. I didn’t even have to read them right when my phone popped up an alert. Hell, I didn’t have to read them at all if I didn’t want to. Fucking spiritual revelation.

When I get in those kind of tense situations where I’m feeling nervous or unsure I do my best to simply pause. Accept that whatever I’m feeling is how I’m supposed to be feeling at that very moment. And then say a little prayer, sometimes a big one, and ask the cosmos for direction. I breathe out and imagine I’m exhaling the anxiety. Blow it out like the smoke that used to give me so much comfort.

On a side note, imagine taking a drag off a cigarette and then never blowing out the smoke. That choking feeling, that suffocation is how I feel when I only hold on to my emotions and don’t process them.

Anyways, absolutely not doing anything when I’m in a mess is almost always the right thing to do. I’m not good at reacting under pressure. Even more so when there’s barbed history. I usually make the situation worse if I act on that first impulse. I can easily freak out and go some place emotionally I don’t like being. So I pause and ride my emotional, mechanical bull until it powers down. Afterward the feelings subside, if not pass altogether, and then I’m able to make sound decisions with a clear mind.

My solution is always divine. No amount of material things will ever fix me.[3] I need to reconnect with the cosmic spirit if I want peace. By letting the cosmos care for and guide me I don’t have to take on the burden of trying to fix myself, trying to manage my anxiety. Control whatever situation I’m in or even control how I’m feeling. I can just let go and know that the answers will come so long as I allow myself to be a complete human being. With uncomfortable feelings and all.

And back to that “holding a bomb” feeling.

The funny thing is I know now most of that was pretty much all about me. My gears grinding and circuits working overtime. My heart would beat so fast and there I was the one holding the mallet.

Mechanical bull up in my head, glaring eyes of red, snorting steam they said.

I can’t speak for my ex-wives or anybody else but it wouldn’t surprise me if both felt just as nervous as I did when they reached out to me. My behaviors and responses were unpredictable. At best. And divorces are messy, too. Emotions high. Feelings hurt. That in itself is reason enough for anybody to slow way the fuck down.

Most of my messages in the here-and-now are light and nonchalant. I’m overall calm. I don’t feel the mechanical bull winding up and bashing me around when certain people message me. I do my best to stay consistently plugged into the cosmos and walk that spiritual path. When I am and when I do, I’m not as eager to race ahead and react to fear, perceived or not.[4] If I stay ahead of the anxiety game I’m less likely to lose when it’s time to play.

When I’m plugged in nothing can touch me either. I’m on that spiritual journey and get a text message bomb, then it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Other people can behave badly and I don’t give a fuck. And that feeling of being okay is what I was after the whole time I was drinking. I was trying to get okay. I just made the mistake of using man-made fixes.

Physically uncomfortable and internally combustible. Life doesn’t have to be that way. More importantly, life’s not supposed to be like that.

I needed a better way to live. My solution has been always divine but there were things that I could certainly do.

So when I stopped chugging coffees after 8 pm was when I started closing my eyes and falling asleep come bedtime. When I stopped taking things so damn personal, when I stopped seeing people as threats was when I finally was able to relax and life wasn’t so loud anymore.

When I stopped analyzing and scrutinizing every detail and started trusting in the greater good of my fellow humans was when l started building meaningful, long term relationships.

When I stopped worrying about getting hurt was when I was finally able to love you guys.

When I stopped using quick fixes for the major problems was when I started to heal.

And then when I realized that most of what I thought was important in life was irrelevant, when I finally let everything go was when I was finally set free.

#anxiety #alcoholism #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


  1. “I never knew I had anxiety. I just knew I needed another cigarette.” I don’t know who said that on NPR but I was all like “YES” when I heard it.

  2. Text-based conversation is possibly one of the worst things that has happened to modern communication. It lets people write things that they would never get away with saying to another person face-to-face.

  3. Just to throw this out there, some people need medication. I’m not saying that everybody can get by on a spiritual solution alone. But for me much of my anxiety was driven by how I lived my life.

  4. “...we are our very worst selves in fear. We are the most dangerous to ourselves and to each other.” -Brené Brown

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May 06, 2018
Social grace at the ATM drive-through

Content published: Oct 28, 2017 at 10:16 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 26, 2018 at 5:30 pm CDT

Please note local residents: ATM drive-throughs are one way. You should not back up for any reason. Think of the ATM lane to be like a waterslide. You should only go down, never up. If you try to swim or climb back up le slide, chances are you’ll destroy the very fabric that holds our universe together. Yes, I’m talking to you lady at the BMO by Blue Goose.

Also, please resist the urge to get out of your car. Or truck. Or whatever you’re in to.

In conclusion: if you like to do your banking on foot and/or while utilizing both the backwards and the forwards of your automobile, just go inside. You’ll get to do both.

You’ll even have the option to enjoy a Dum Dum. Instead of being one. 🍭

#trafficnews #socialproblems #diariespodcast

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Apr 26, 2018
Scowling at the clock

Content published: Mar 13, 2018 at 9:00 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 26, 2018 at 2:52 pm CDT

Pearl under the dining room table

My cat was glaring at me as I was putting on my shoes this morning. I was like “what the fuck are you looking at?“

Yeah, it was early.

And then as I’m walking into the other room I looked back at her and she was still scowling, scowling at something off in the distance.

And then I remembered that life’s not all about me.

When I was telling Maggie my struggles she said, “She was probably scowling at the clock. Nobody likes the clock this early.”

It’s important for me to share these life lessons with Maggie because these are the kinds of things I’ve struggled with my whole life. At her age she’s far ahead of where I was then and I’d like to keep that positive trend going.

Be humble. Share your spiritual revelations with your kids. You’ll probably never get a “thank you” but you’ll see them make the right choices when the time comes, when it counts.

#photos #cats #protip #advancedsoul #diariespodcast

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Apr 26, 2018
Reassuring our fellow humans

Content published: Mar 10, 2018 at 1:20 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 25, 2018 at 2:21 pm CDT

The scene is a parking lot. An elderly woman is walking up ahead of me as I’m driving. She looks fragile, defenseless, and unsure.

She sees my truck and a look of terror comes across her face. While it’s not a monster my Dakota is still 4000 pounds of machine.

I slow way down as I go around her. I wave and give her friendly smile. She looks relieved and waves back.

She’s still smiling in my rearview mirror as I go around a corner and loose sight of her.

Reassuring our fellow humans, even strangers, is one of the best things ever. And it costs nothing.

#beagoodperson #advancedsoul #diariespodcast

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Apr 25, 2018
Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

Content published: Mar 9, 2018 at 9:43 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 21, 2018 at 7:44 pm CDT


Watch on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM7MFYoylVs

Peeps, here’s your batman-with-his-fists Friday jam. I know I’ve said this before but I absolutely hated songs like this in another life. Jams like this would come on when I was a teenager or in my 20s and I'd turn that shit off.

I was pretty dumb and pretty snotty when it came to music. But I guess more than that I’d never felt the magic with another person they were singing in their ballads. My gut reaction was then to always condemn their melodies. Fuck them guys like Coldplay.

And then after my first divorce I learned that being alone was my choice. It wasn’t fate or destiny. It was my shitty attitude.

So in the here-and-now I know what they’re talking about. I’ve felt something “just like this” and it changed everything.

If you never have felt a love song then don’t worry. That feeling’s out there. It may be just around the corner. A person you may or may not know is waiting, is looking for you, too.

But first don’t be an all around jerk. Throw away your bullshit and open yourself up to nonfictional fairy tales. There’s a love song with your name on it. Somebody’s holding out for a magical adventure. Just with you.

Make sure you’re ready for them.

And then hold their hand when you run away together.

#musicvideos #thechainsmokers #diariespodcast

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Apr 22, 2018
Seeking colorful Christian martyr to repel repeated Jehovah's Witness

Content published: Aug 10, 2017 at 1:39 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 20, 2018 at 10:18 pm CDT

I have a sign but they keep coming back. I need you to intimidate them, get them away from my doorbell, and off my porch. For good. For permanently. I want you to make them feel like the Hindus did when holy-roller Robertson said they were all demonic.

I need you to channel that Christian snobbery. That elitism those grade school girls threw at me when I was just a kid. When they told me I was going to hell. Because I wasn’t saved. And they most certainly were going to heaven. Because they were. They were gonna see their grandparents and everything. 😞

Anyways… Yes, you can and should shock them with the wonders of the United Nations, and the allures of provocative dress, and the miracles of blood transfusions. No, you cannot literally shock them with anything. That means no tasers. Realistically...real electricity is out of the question. Just fry them with your egotistical, religious superiority. Make fun of the number 1914.

Continue with belittlement of their public preachings, their doctrines, their holy translations. I’ll have 3-4 mint Watch Tower mini-magazines. They’re reprints but they won’t know. Rip them in half like the Jesus muscle men do who impress each other by tearing up bibles. For the kids, ya know. If you can do it with your teeth and biceps, kudos my friend.

Maybe tell them how much better your religious views are than theirs. Stuff like that. You don’t need to back this up with facts — remember it’s all about attitude and condemnation. Judgement is now and forever has been your ally.

You’ll be standing behind my glass front door so you should be loud. Be a little freak show or whatever. Think: TELEVANGELICAL. That slap the forehead with the palm and be healed in the name of Jesus, that’s your tone. Bring the self-proclaimed doomsday. Bring a script or ad-lib, either is fine but you won’t be allowed to actually hold the script. It’d diminish your performance for gods sake. Don’t break the glass, either. I don’t wanna be mopping up sanctified blood before Halloween.

I’ll have a tackle box loaded with eyeshadow and lipstick if you’d like to go for a Tammy Faye look. I’m in the midst of an eBay bidding war for an authentic Bakker replica wig. I’m on a limited budget so don’t hold your breath. You can, however, hold your breath for up to two minutes before Jehovah's arrival. For psychotic-comedic effect. Don’t pass out. If you do, I’ll simply roll you out on to the porch and who knows what will happen when the restorationists get here.

But check this out: I’ll have a white Megaphone Speaker PA Bullhorn with fresh batteries standing by if you need it for your final push. If you bite, lick, or drool on it — you buy it. Don't do it. I'm not even kidding.

Amazon has delivered my Megaphone Speaker PA Bullhorn

This isn’t funny, holy wars never are, but it is a paying gig. $25 up front and $25 after you’ve sent them scampering back to Warwick. I’ll watch for them in my neighborhood and Snapchat you when I see a short sleeve and tie with a backpack. You’ll hustle on over and come in through the back because rumor has it they spook easily and can smell opposition.

Yes, there’ll be a short audition when you come for the initial deposit. I reserve the right to capture your performance with my iPhone's camera. No, it won’t be uploaded to the YouTube unless you're into that.

Serious inquires only. Don't contact me if you can't recite the goriest parts of Jobs’ plague.

Bonus: if you convert them to Christianity the wig and tackle box are yours. You can also put a sign in my front yard come December, one of them “Jesus is the reason for the season" guys. 🎄

If you’re a Jehovah’s Witness, I’m sorry it’s came to this. I’ve run out of options.

#helpwanted #religiousnews #bullhorn #diariespodcast


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Apr 21, 2018
When others are behaving badly

Content published: Mar 6, 2018 at 7:51 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 20, 2018 at 9:18 am CDT

It’s easy to be of the mindset that how people behave is their business and I shouldn’t let it affect me. But that’s a level of spiritual enlightenment most likely I’ll never reach. Setting such a high bar for myself always makes me feel like I’m coming up short. I shouldn’t go around expecting myself to be more than I actually am, do more than I actually can.

When I try and stop things from bugging me I tend to act/react twice as bad. The situation tends to ratchet up because I’m suppressing natural emotion. Not allowing myself to feel all of god’s given emotions is the never the right thing to do.

Not long ago I was pretty agitated with somebody and I’m sure it showed. But I don’t give a fuck. People throw tantrums and I’ll scoff in their general direction.

I think the real goal in situations like this, when others are behaving badly is to strive for simply not acting badly myself. Morons will always get on my nerves. I’m not immune to another’s stupidity but if I mind my proverbial Ps and Qs all will be right in the cosmos.

And when all is said and done I a- get to experience all my emotions, good or bad and b- don’t have any fences to mend. Then I get on with my life.

In related news... acting tough, walking around with your chest puffed out just makes you look like an asshole.

#advancedsoul #protip #relationships #diariespodcast

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Apr 20, 2018
Moments of belligerence

Content published: Mar 6, 2018 at 9:06 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 17, 2018 at 2:53 pm CDT

Friends. Family. Total strangers. I don’t consider himself an arrogant person.

One evening, however, when I was running “who do I have to blow” late, I was pulled over. You may have heard this policeman story before. It was many years ago so don’t get too excited.

Anyways, when the officer walked up to my driver’s side window, I flicked my cigarette down toward his lazily shined shoes. I didn’t consciously do this, had no intention of being jerky, no intention of premeditated arrogance. It just happened.

I got a ticket for “disposing of flammable materials from a vehicle” that day. I never paid it.

We all have moments of belligerence I suppose.

And then there was that one time in high school when I was walking home by myself. A guy I was friends with drove past in his little red VW. I gave him the bird as he went by. Again, I don’t know why I did. It just happened.

When I saw him the next day at school he asked me why I had flipped him off. Feeling somewhat on the spot and held accountable for what I’d done, I told him it was because I was walking and he was not.

He then said to me, “you should’ve asked me for a ride” in a gentle, veritable kinda way. Instead of ratcheting the conversation up with more arrogance, he extended his hand in friendship.

Bill was a legitimately good guy. A better person than I was at the time for sure. We weren’t close friends but I still considered him my friend. And knowing Bill made me want to be somebody like him. Helped me realize that it’s okay to not only ask for what I need but also for what I want, what I’d like. Because friends do things for each other. Just because they’re friends.

Being a jerk by default never did me any favors. Granted in high school I didn’t really know how to do any better but in the here-and-now I’m grateful for those little interactions that helped me learn.

In that brief conversation before class started, Bill taught me that conflicts can be short circuited with friendly compassion.

I regret not getting to know more people in high school. I was too wrapped up in me and my chaos to make that happen. But looking back now as I drive to work, I’m sure there was a whole lot more Breakfast Club there that I didn’t even know about.

I’m in the math club, uh, the Latin, and the physics club... physics club.

#confessional #trafficnews #advancedsoul #diariespodcast

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Apr 17, 2018
Long Crash Cymbal

Content published: Mar 5, 2018 at 11:09 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 14, 2018 at 8:37 am CDT

Black acoustic guitar up close

"You can't just post one of your songs as a podcast."

"I do what I want."

#photos #tcrmusic #diariespodcast

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Apr 14, 2018
A tag below my chin

Content published: Mar 2, 2018 at 8:02 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 13, 2018 at 8:30 am CDT

I don’t know how it is that I still put on my shirt backwards. I get one on, something feels uncomfortable, and then I look down and see a tag below my chin.

What the fuck? Am I five?

I pull my arms out and then do the straitjacket maneuver to spin it around proper. Next thing I know I’m on a dolly and Senator Martin is questioning me about her daughter.

This is why I have a hard time even getting out of bed in the morning

Oh, and Senator, just one more thing. Love your suit.

#fashion #thestruggleisreal #diariespodcast

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Apr 13, 2018
Sunset for Feb 27th, 2018

Content published: Feb 27, 2018 at 5:51 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 12, 2018 at 2:51 pm CDT

Sunset for Feb 27th 2018

Everything goes up-and-down I suppose. Sometimes life is bright, sometimes it’s a fireball. Sometime it’s not.

And then also it’s good for me to let things go just as the sun sets. It’ll rise tomorrow and life will bring me something new. Maybe another fireball. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter, it’ll be good.

No, it’ll be better than good. It’ll be fucking fantastic. Because life is fantastic.

As Jimi used to tell me when I was miserable over Kathy way back when, “the best is yet to come.”

🌞 #photos #sunsets #diariespodcast

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Apr 12, 2018
"NOT YOU"

Content published: Feb 26, 2018 at 9:31 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 10, 2018 at 8:53 pm CDT

Google Map of Monmouth public square

And there was that one time way back in high school when my best friend and I would sit in the round-a-bout in the middle of town. When cars would circle by we would wave “HI” at them.

And then when they’d wave back, we’d shout belligerently “NOT YOU.”

Some of you may have heard that story before. It’s one of those things I still feel legitimately bad about. I mean everybody has had somebody wave at them and then after the fact realized that they weren’t the ones actually being waved at.

That’s the worst right? Social embarrassment to the Nth degree. And even worse when this happens with complete strangers.

So these people in their cars would put themselves out there, go out on a limb, take a vulnerable chance, wave back at somebody they don't know, and then my friend and I would crush their hopes and dreams. Like assholes.

Yeah, I’m gonna have to be a better person for the rest of my life to make up for that shit. 😊

#rebellion #likeanasshole #diariespodcast

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Apr 11, 2018
Assume the future will be good

Content published: Feb 23, 2018 at 6:11 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 8, 2018 at 11:00 am CDT

Here’s a peek behind the curtain.

Maggie and I are both introverts. We’re most comfortable hanging out alone or with just one or two people. In the winter we isolate even more. It’s cold outside and neither of us are into sledding and all that wintery hoopla. After these past Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year holidays I was worried we’d hibernate on the weekends, just she and I in front of the TV watching Lost. I was worried we’d turn into The Shining twins or something come February.

With all that in mind we made a deal last month that she would have a get-together one weekend and then I would have one another weekend. Step outside of our comfy, familiar boxes because even though we have people over now and then, we don’t do it often. Nor do we have a lot of people over at once. Especially people that have never been over before.

Okay, now wait a second. Inviting new people over? That’s crazy talk. That’s inviting anxiety to come over and play in our heads.

Spiral downward with us for a moment if you will... What if people say no? What if nobody shows up? What if we run out of drinks? What if they don’t have a good time and then spread nasty rumors come Monday? Maggie said to me, “What if someone picks up the cats? What if a boy goes in my room? We’re gonna need rules, dad.”

So really is it worth it to even bother with get-togethers considering this kind disaster potential? With all this mental back and forth? With all the “I’ve never done this before” sinking kinda feelings. There’s so many messy variations and ugly permutations that planning something out of the ordinary can feel overwhelming, to the point where it’s easier just to shut down and not do anything.

But all of that is bullshit. A good way to just stay stuck. To live in the nuclear age of prepackaged TV dinners around ye boob tube. Where our neighbors are just strangers and the only people we know are on social media. I don’t know why it bothers me that I don’t know how tall my Facebook-only friends are. But it does.

Anyways, fear shouldn’t paralyze us from living life to it’s fullest or even doing the simple things that we want to do. If we think too much about how something can work or even if it could work, or if we’d feel awkward or out of place, we just end up in an anxious mind fuck where nothing happens and we never do anything. We miss out.

I tell myself to “stop thinking” all the time because I generally only end up with a list of reasons why not.

At the beginning of this month Maggie and I decided that none of that shit matters. We’d put ourselves out there and let everything else fall into place. Stay out of the doomsday predictions and let the cosmos take care of the rest.

So what if nobody comes? We should focus on the people that do, enjoy their company. They’re the ones that count come 6pm anyway. If we run out of drinks, big deal. The cats will take care of themselves, too.

Who gives a fuck what happens. It’ll be fun. Mark Manson’s “zero fucks given” mantra was about finding the appropriate things to give a fuck about. And I’m excited that you guys are coming over. That’s what I give a fuck about at the moment.

I’ll leave you with the tried and true: make plans but don’t plan the results.

Even better: make plans and assume the future will be good.

Also, if you feel socially awkward in general or even about just coming over, don’t worry much. All of my friends, all the people I invited are good people. Otherwise I wouldn’t be friends with them and they certainly wouldn’t be coming over. There's something about each of them that I admire and respect.

Mix it up, talk to people, see what happens. I can’t entertain all of you at once.

#lettherebehope #socialproblems #tatertotmixer #diariespodcast


Follow up: here's some photos.

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Apr 08, 2018
Alarm clock crazy, no thanks

Content published: Feb 22, 2018 at 10:00 am CDT
· podcast published: Apr 7, 2018 at 9:02 am CDT

tcr! at Denny's on Dec 22, 2017
Denny's circa Dec 22, 2017

Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
— Step 2 of Alcoholics Anonymous

The drug and alcohol treatment center I went to in the early 90s was 12-step based. Their treatment plan was to have patients complete the first five steps in order to graduate. When working Step Two, we spent a good chunk of time making lists of how and why we were insane. Those lists were easy to make but in the here-and-now I kinda think they missed the point.

The point of this step isn’t to review what we’ve done in order to convince ourselves that we have a drug or alcohol problem, that in fact we were insane. Insanity is fairly obvious when you’re ready to stop. I’ve felt insane in my fingertips.

The Second Step is about finding something bigger that we can believe in to “restore us to sanity” with “restore” being the keyword in the latter half of the step. I’m not here to define insanity. That’s looking at the problem and keeps me stuck.

I have plenty of them “and then one time” stories along the lines of… on Christmas Eve when the family and I were all decorating the tree, I would sneak down to the basement every so often and take a big pull off my whiskey bottle. And then before the night was over my ex-wife was saying to me teary-eyed, “are you drunk?”

Crazy, I know it all too well. I’m much more interested in looking for hope now, in reinstalling some sanity now that my jugs are plugged. And pay attention to this: it’s not “will restore” but “could restore.” We have to let that power in.

The good news is that I was sane when I was a little kid. Children are pure, they’re untainted. They aren’t born with judgement or resentment or anxiety. Through a higher power’s help I was able to find my way back to a sound mind, a stable way of living as a grownup. Anxiety free more often than not.

And then there was that one time not long ago when I was having dinner by myself at Denny’s. Looking around the restaurant, there I was the only person flying solo. Eating alone isn’t my favorite thing to do but whatever. I mostly have self-assurance. I generally have peace. I can be by myself in public. I have my phone. I have the whole Internet.

On one of the social medias I saw a picture of my ex-wife. With her boyfriend. And they were smiling at each other. And there I was sitting by myself.

At one point in my career that was a recipe for emotional overload.

But get this: by no choice of my own, I was honestly happy for them. Because I could see they had something going on between them that she and I hadn’t had for a long time. Happy because I always wanted the very best for her and looking at that picture I knew the “very best” wasn’t me. She had found it with someone else.

Because I had closure, because I had walked through that breakup’s phenomenal pain, I could be sincerely happy for them in the here and now. Even though I was alone with my fork and knife, a power greater than me had served me up some sanity.

One time several years ago I woke her up at 6:00 in the morning because I had lost my mind and I needed to tell her that she had played a part in all of that. This alcoholic had gone crazy when he first sobered up. Life was staring me straight in the face like a loaded gun. Waking her up before the sun was even shining was me embracing and exercising insanity in my daily life. Spilling it onto her life.

Moving from that kind of early morning, alarm clock crazy to being truly happy for her at Denny’s, that’s being restored to sanity. And not by my own doing.

How and when does that restoration happen? How does one move from alarm clock crazy to genuine happiness for another?

With failed marriages and sour breakups time is always key factor. I needed some distance, needed some room for my mind to breathe, to detach from the things that were making me crazy. It was hard not to see only darkness when I was living in darkness.

Before I could detach and let go, though, I needed to feel all those feelings. Those scary ones I’d kept locked up in me, down in the basement. I can’t move on from something if I’ve never dealt with it, never processed the madness. Hence moral inventory and amendments.

So the simple and yet hard answer is that we’re restored to sanity by working the steps. It’s really that simple. And go to meetings. And talk with our sponsor, too.

As Jerry said not long ago, “and then the pay off is peace.”

I had peace that night at Denny’s. Peace for me and peace with her.

After I let go, after I came to believe, I found out that that peace was what I had always wanted.

#lettherebehope #relationships #twelvesteps #diariespodcast


keamoose keamoose · Feb 22, 2018 at 11:09 am

Have you heard this one? I don’t know if you like Johnny Cash, but I think the lyrics will mean something to you.

tcr! tcr! · Feb 22, 2018 at 1:42 pm

I’m about 50/50 with my Cash likings but that one was pretty good.

keamoose keamoose · Feb 22, 2018 at 11:04 pm

I just looked up the origin of the song, and apparently he wrote it in rehab, so I guess that explains why the wording is so similar to step 2. 🤔

tcr! tcr! · Feb 23, 2018 at 7:17 am

Yep, I got that feeling. Nothing wrong with being heavily inspired though… 😊

keamoose keamoose · Feb 23, 2018 at 8:08 am

Oh, I didn’t mean to imply there was anything wrong with that. I just never realized what the song was about until yesterday. 😊

tcr! tcr! · Feb 23, 2018 at 8:47 am

Ah gotcha… I think the “🤔” threw me off.

keamoose keamoose · Feb 23, 2018 at 9:02 am

Ah, my bad. I meant it like “I am thinking about this new information”. 🙂

tcr! tcr! · Feb 23, 2018 at 11:40 am

All good!

The steps have been engrained in me since maybe 1982 so whenever I see the phrase “came to believe” that’s where my mind automatically goes.

keamoose keamoose · Feb 23, 2018 at 11:49 am

Ah, see for me it’s all new, so your posts are creating all sorts of new mental connections between existing information and artworks I previously didn’t realize were related. I mean, much like learning anything else new, it gets all connected up with the old stuff and changes how you see it.

ubelievewhat · Feb 22, 2018 at 12:03 pm

Thanks for the words. Man, I feel like I needed to hear this. Really powerful. As someone who struggles with life, and working my fourth now. I think I’m starting to get it, or “peak behind the curtain” so to speak.

To me it wasn’t the booze or the substance, it was within me all along.

tcr! tcr! · Feb 22, 2018 at 2:15 pm

Yep, totally me that was causing my own suffering. :)

ubelievewhat · Feb 23, 2018 at 6:42 am

Well, i mean i dont know the context of your situation or you. But I just know how it all relates back to me. I tried to live without a program-AA or otherwise. It didnt do me any favors.

tcr! tcr! · Feb 23, 2018 at 8:23 am

Yep, I totally get what you’re saying.

eamor · Feb 22, 2018 at 3:51 pm

Oh man this is beautiful written. It oozes serenity and peace. I can literally feel that moment. Thanks for sharing.

tcr! tcr! · Feb 22, 2018 at 8:24 am

Thank you!

AHeien82 · Feb 22, 2018 at 4:19 pm

Thank you for sharing that, it sounds like you have kept your sobriety strong in the face of adversity! I’ve always taken point with the word insanity in recovery, because I think that it has a connotation of mental disease. I know my actions while drinking could have been considered insane by the standard “Doing the same thing, expecting different results” but when I got to the second step like yourself, I was looking more for inspiration in moving towards a higher power instead of dredging up my insane actions and using them to look outside myself. Maybe that’s just my ego, wanting to avoid looking at my character defects, but I think that is pretty well covered in the fourth step, haha. Thanks again!

tcr! tcr! · Feb 23, 2018 at 8:29 am

Yep, I think we’re trained to look for the negative. It’s familiar and comfortable. My sponsor used to remind me of the quote that’s along the lines of, “we won’t find the light by endlessly researching the dark.”

Myexisacheatingwhore · Feb 22, 2018 at 4:41 pm

Damn. I really really really needed this. Damn. Thank you.

As someone just coming out of that dark forest of ruined past relationships, trekking through it and feeling every painful second was worth it. The personal growth I have gained, the insight, was worth it.

It wasn’t fun though, and at certain points I thought I was permanently broken and fucked. I was emotionally insane and obsessive. Living in the past and concocting grandiose plans for the future. It’s still hard sometimes, but giving it all over to my higher power, whatever that may be, has very likely saved my life. My life is not what I ever thought it would be, and not even want I want it to be, but damn I’m grateful I made out of that forest.

tcr! tcr! · Feb 23, 2018 at 8:24 am

> but damn I’m grateful I made out of that forest

For sure. My recovery isn’t so much all the wonderful things I have now. It’s more about all the horrible things I don’t.

sunshinefiend · Feb 23, 2018 at 12:17 am

Thank so much for that. I recently relapsed after some length of recovery & I am just baffled at how much I bypassed in my foundation steps. I was so desperate and broken when I came in, I was convinced that my horror stories are what made me need this program. With very fresh eyes I can see your point here and I really needed to hear it tonight. Thanks

tcr! tcr! · Feb 23, 2018 at 8:28 am

You are most welcome! Also, I was sober for a couple of years before I found out the hard way I didn’t have a real belief in a higher power. The good news is that after abandoning myself to God and working the steps I’ve been healed and made whole.

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Apr 07, 2018
Communal cigarette larceny

Content published: Feb 21, 2018 at 1:18 pm CDT
· podcast published: Apr 1, 2018 at 10:58 pm CDT

So one time when I was “quit smoking” I was headed up to see my dentist in Elgin. Don’t ask me for a referral. He’s long since retired and is probably off riding a mule in the Grand Canyon these days.

He actually rode a mule there once. A mule by the name of Travis. I heard that story every time I went to see him.

Anyway, whatever stop smoking aid I was using that day wasn’t working. I had a little panic attack and that quickly turned into full blown, terror frenzy.

I stopped and charged into the nearest gas station, drooling at the mouth, doing sign language, knocking over kids and racks of maps. After I got a pack of cigarettes in my hands, I tore into them like a bear after honey, ripping open a beehive regardless of consequences.[1]

I had one in my mouth before even getting outside the gas station. I lit one up in the cool Autumn air and felt the fabulous serenity now. The world made sense. The radio station tuned in. I was a little light headed but the pleasure sensors were firing on all 12 cylinders.

A few minutes later as the smoking cigarette was winding down, the self-disgust was winding up. That “smoking again” love/hate kinda thing. Shaking my head I stubbed the cigarette out and headed back up toward that mule riding dentist.

Driving along Highway 31 and the smoking guilt got to be too much. I remembered what a client had said to me once.

You’re a vegetarian but you smoke??[2]

I stopped at another gas station and threw the pack of 19 cigarettes in the closest garbage can. Then I roared away in the Cube like a bear shot in the neck with a goat tranquilizer.

[...Interlude of tooth song and dance...]

While driving back home the fiery nicotine addiction kicked back in. My body was withdrawing and my mind going berserk. When I get in this spot, frantic desperation will kick my ass every single time.

Yes, of course, I did stop back at that second gas station and did dug the 19 pack back outta the trash.[3] I was literally digging in the garbage can. Of a public place. In broad daylight. In a smoke finding delirium. With my mouth half numb from all the dentistry prodding and poking.

People were looking at me like I was a red-assed baboon, masturbating[4] at the zoo while baring his teeth as a warning.

Keep the children away from him!

If you’ve ever committed this act of communal cigarette larceny you’re not alone.

Peeps, that’s the end of this story. Happy Wednesday!

#smokersunite #socialproblems #diariespodcast


  1. Please note: a bear’s thick coat protects them from being stung. They have little consequence for their actions.

  2. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of disappointment.

  3. Addicts know no shame. Nicotine is one of the most powerful drugs, chemicals, bitches I’ve ever encountered.

  4. Please note: I was fully dressed.

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Apr 02, 2018
A get-together this coming Saturday

Content published: Feb 17, 2018 at 4:46 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 27, 2018 at 8:43 am CDT

I’m *thinking* about having a get-together this coming Saturday, February 24th. If you’re reading this you’re invited. It would be a social mixer of sorts with snacks and drinks. No, I’m not making you all dinner. Tater-tots could possibly be available.

It would be kid friendly, too, since Maggie would also be hosting. Also, since you all know me you know that I don’t drink anymore. It’s not that I didn’t like drinking, it was more that I didn’t like to stop drinking. Yes, you could bring a bottle of wine but no boxed wine. You could bring a bottle of your favorite stout but no six-packs. You get idea.

Now hold your horses. This also isn’t some get-together where you tell your friends and then people fill my house like it’s an 80s movie. Kelly LeBrock wouldn’t be showing up the next morning with her science magic to put the furniture back in place. However, I may put on Oingo Boingo. I may also channel John Huges, maybe Ferris Bueller would be on the TV.

Before I go full-tilt with this kinda thing and decide to *actually* do it, is anybody interested?

#tatertotmixer #diariespodcast

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Mar 27, 2018
Nobody can fuck with you

Content published: Feb 12, 2018 at 12:56 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 27, 2018 at 8:43 am CDT

Tree with jet trail

Remember that one time when you were younger? When nobody could fuck with you?

Because everything had fallen into place. Because all the dots connected. Maybe your best friend was there.

It doesn’t matter who you were with or how or when you got there. But that was it.

That was the moment when you rose above the bullshit and realized you were more than what you had always felt. It was like your soul fucking exploded, that you had a force field around you, and fucking nothing could get through.

That time still exists. Right now. Look around. No matter what, nobody can fuck with you. Not that dude on your right. Or that lady on your left. That lion that’s about to eat you? Fuck him. He can’t do shit to you either.

Because that’s who you are. You’re un-fuckable with. That’s a thing. That’s your thing.

Somebody fuck with you yesterday? Fuck ‘em. It won’t happen again. Because nobody can fuck with you now. Not today, not tomorrow.

From here on out remember that, know that. Feel that. Be that. It’s who you are.

Nobody can fuck with you.

#advancedsoul #jettrails #diariespodcast

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Mar 27, 2018
Ye old anti-climatic climax

Content published: Feb 17, 2018 at 8:00 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 27, 2018 at 8:42 am CDT

Blue Goose of St. Charles, Illinois

There’s an Italian mobster that lives up the street from me. He looks Italian but maybe he’s Greek. I’ve never talked to him but we’ve exchanged waves at the communal mailbox. I have a theory that he’s in the witness protection program although I don’t have proof to back that up. After seeing him mow his lawn I suspect he doesn’t like egg noodles and ketchup.

His daughter is Egyptian. Well, one year for Halloween she was dressed up as a pharaoh so I don’t know if that actually qualifies her as being a true Egyptian.

Anyway, this morning we both left for work at roughly the same time. He followed me out of our neighborhood, down Division Street, up along the Fox River, across the Prairie Street bridge, and then… He turned north on 1st Street toward Blue Goose[1] and I continued west on Prairie.

During our minor caravan I thought for sure he was tailing me. He probably was. Maybe there’s a hit out on me, I don’t know. Maybe he wanted to wait until we were side-by-side and then give me a manila envelope with crop forecasts for orange juice.

But he didn’t.

And that avid readers, is the end of the story.

Ye old anti-climatic climax.

But wait, the real story is that sometimes we can be going down a certain path, have a good feeling that something extraordinary is about to happen. And then the story ends. That lottery ticket ends up in the trash with all the others. We don’t get a leg up on the frozen OJ market and live out our lives on a tropical beach.

Okay fine, I can get sucked into the “what I have is not enough” and more[2] as much as the next Clarence Beeks or that there’s something missing and only if I could get the right hair cut then I’d be truly blessed.

However, to be truly and fundamentally happy in this very moment, we’ll never go wrong with simply appreciating what we have. Plus, we can always take action to make things happen rather than plodding along waiting for the universe to hand us our next winning lottery ticket.

When I do win the cosmic lottery it feels unlike anything else, the clouds have parted and the heavens rain magic down upon me. Flashy, life changing miracles only make me want more of them. They promote the good feeling that there’s something more to life than just “this.” But really, enjoying the simple miracle of what’s right in front of me pays overall higher dividends. It’s sustainable, too, something I can do every day regardless if I’m driving to work or tying my shoes. Granted, driving the same route to work can get more than mundane and maybe that’s why I tend to day dream.

But my point is that it’s not very often our cosmic path takes a life changing turn. Life just continues on as it always has and we’re only left with what we’ve always had. But there’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes our courses don’t need corrected. What we have now is enough.[3]

In related news, on my way to work the only parking lot I see that’s consistently plowed is the liquor store on the corner of Prairie and 14th Street. Your call if that’s fortuity.

#advancedsoul #missedconnections #bluegoose #diariespodcast


  1. Somehow Blue Goose generally works its way into my local stories. I don’t know why. It’s not on purpose as I don’t have a paid shoutout gig with the neighborhood grocery store. Maybe it’s simply because it’s the friendliest store in town.

  2. As an example: Doing more, more, more

  3. Or is it? Who doesn’t want a fairy tale?


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Feb 19, 2018 at 1:23 pm

I don’t get the Clarence Beeks reference. I googled him and remember the character but I don’t understand his significance.

tcr! tcr! · Feb 19, 2018 at 1:28 pm

In Trading Places, Clarence was the guy giving the orange crop forecast to Winthorpe and Valentine in the dark parking garage. It was a covert operation of course. His character was also always in it for himself.

tcr! tcr! · Feb 19, 2018 at 1:32 pm

Okay, referencing Beeks was a bit of a stretch. 😊

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Mar 27, 2018
Abe Froman, tater-tot king of Geneva

Content published: Feb 21, 2018 at 11:46 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 27, 2018 at 8:41 am CDT

Just to put this out there...

I'm not preparing some gourmet tator-tot frenzied extravaganza here nor am I Abe Froman, tater-tot king of Geneva. Think of the tator-tots more as party food that will be available, same as Doritos or Hot Tamales.

My plan is to buy 4-5 bags of le tots and a few bottles of ketchup. My plan is not to be man-handling a deep fryer all night like the parking garage attendants man-handled Cameron’s dad’s 1961 Ferrari.

But I do appreciate the calculations!

#tatertotmixer #diariespodcast

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Mar 27, 2018
Throwing it on the floor

Content published: Feb 11, 2018 at 8:43 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 16, 2018 at 7:29 am CDT

I hate when I go to throw something away and then just end up throwing it on the floor. I mean, what the hell is this? It’s not like I’m threading the space shuttle needle in the vacuum of outer space.

And then I forgot to put a dryer sheet in with my clothes so when I pulled them from the dryer, they all looked as if they were made from the hide of the great northern yeti.

A now there’s 50 more pound a snow outside.

I’m going back to bed.

#allislost #diariespodcast


tcr! tcr! · Feb 11, 2018 at 8:49 am

The good news is that while searching for “thread the space shuttle needle” because I think that’s a thing people at NASA but I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, I stumbled on this:

https://www.rubylane.com/item/195824-JPx204136/Vintage-Atomic-Space-Ship-Sewing-Needle

Straight from 1950s Japan, 6 inches when closed!

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Mar 16, 2018
Mostly it just makes you feel worse

Content published: Feb 10, 2018 at 11:00 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 15, 2018 at 7:22 pm CDT

Two telephones mounted on the bookshelf

And then there was that one time when one of my brothers called me out of the blue. I hadn’t talked to him in close to three years and we were just catching up, talking about a whole lot of nothing. And then without warning or skipping a beat or barely pausing for a breath, he asked me if, when we all lived together, if I had slept with his girlfriend.

Oh 😬

I wasn’t taken completely off guard as I stood in the kitchen with the phone up to my ear. I knew that this day was coming but still, somethings you can never truly prepare for.

I hesitated for a moment and then said “yes” and that I was sorry. Relationships are sacred and I played a part in destroying one of his. I didn’t really want to say anything to him, own that dreadful behavior but I confessed because he deserved an honest answer. He deserved me being accountable to him right then and there. Plus, lying makes me crazy and being honest keeps me sane.

After he heard my confession he kinda acted like it wasn’t a big deal but I could tell that his feelings were hurt. Getting confirmation for something you knew all along was true often doesn’t make you feel any better. Mostly it just makes you feel worse.

You maybe wondering why I hadn’t made my amends to him sooner. I have a fairly simple answer. It had been over 10 years since the three of us had lived together and I had only seen him one time since, maybe in 1999. Just in passing really. There are certain subjects where one needs to wait until the time is right. Carelessly blurting out secrets of this magnitude can be just as reckless and as hurtful as whatever crime has been committed.

And yeah, I could’ve called or written him a letter since we lived in different states but I wanted to talk with him face-to-face. I felt he deserve that, that physical closeness. I wanted him to see the real remorse and regret in my eyes, the pain in my heart for what I had done to him, the pain I had caused. So when he called in 2002 and asked me point blank, I knew it was time.

After I came clean my brother and I’s conversation didn’t last much longer. Hanging up the phone I was filled with sadness, didn’t feel I had his forgiveness. There had only been an admission.

I had admired and looked up to him for much of my life. When we were kids he had never really treated me as an equal. Older brothers generally don’t, but when he had invited me to come live with them I felt that had all changed. Like I was one of his peers. And then I had let him down. Well, more than that. I had broken his heart.

My ex-wife was in the next room and she had heard most of our phone call. She could tell that I was rattled when she came into the kitchen. I told her what the scoop was, what I had done. She was supportive and understanding, said all the things one should say…but I always wondered how much of those few moments had changed her perception of me.

Anyways, another decade and more have passed and I’ve let most of my guilt go. I pray that god heals him in time just as god has healed me as well. I hope he finds his peace but also know he has his own share of demons in the basement to deal with. And most of them have nothing to do with me.

I’ve only talked to him one other time since that particular phone call, sometime in 2011 I think. He called me from a payphone drunk and obnoxious, yelling at people passing him by on the street. I was embarrassed for him. And it’s hard for me to admire him anymore. Even more so when between rants he angrily said to me, “What, are you too good to talk to me anymore?”

I ended that conversation by hanging up on him. Part of being restored to sanity means realizing I don’t have to tolerate abuse from someone in the present just because I hurt them in the past.

Mostly, I do feel as if I have peace with my brother now. I’ve came to terms with my part in all of it. And I did the only thing I could do in a grim situation like that: be direct, honest, and sincere.

And yes, what goes around comes around.

#confessional #relationships #diariespodcast

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Mar 16, 2018
What to do when someone bails the conference call

Content published: Feb 10, 2018 at 8:33 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 11, 2018 at 9:03 am CDT

Question posted to Facebook:

Just got stood up for an 8am conference call. Any suggestions for punishments for the offending party?

My answer:

I just like to stay on the call even when nobody shows up. I relax, have a nice cup of tea for an hour or so. Enjoy the silence. Wonder what I'm getting for my birthday this summer. Wonder why I still think about my birthday presents at this age. Sometimes I'll even check the expiration date on my Hot Tamales. Have you ever had a stale Hot Tamale? Don't bother. They're the worst.

Abandoned conference calls are one of those rare moments in life when you get a freebie. Like when you pull into a parking spot where the previous guy over paid. You have an hour, all expenses paid trip to wherever you wanna go. Nothing can touch you because you’re booked for that time slot. And then when your boss asks “how was the call” you can say, “Pretty low-key. No real action items on my end.”

#worknews #missedconnections #diariespodcast

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Mar 11, 2018
A cranberry stuck

Content published: Feb 9, 2018 at 11:32 am CDT
· podcast published: Mar 9, 2018 at 2:28 pm CDT

The scene is my work desk. I'm eating cashew, almond, and cranberry trail mix. One of the cranberries jumped from the cup. I saw it happen but didn't hear the landing. After a mildly-extensive berry-hunt the fruit-trail gone-went cold. I cannot find the little asshole. I fear I may be walking around with a cranberry stuck on my ass for the rest of the day.

I'm gonna power down my computer. Pack up my snacks, shave my head, braid my beard. Leave these snow covered lands and move to Island of Misfit Toys. Live out my days with the rest of the freaks.

#allislost #snacks #diariespodcast

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Mar 09, 2018
Mechanically and electrically perfect

Content published: Feb 4, 2018 at 10:13 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 8, 2018 at 6:54 pm CDT

20180204 Mechanically and electrically perfect

Mechanically and electrically perfect, draft one. Recorded in GarageBand, same as the podcasts.

I hate Sunday's. 😒

#audio #tcrmusic #diariespodcast

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Mar 08, 2018
Communication, off the top of my head

Content published: Feb 2, 2018 at 12:00 pm CDT
· podcast published: Mar 8, 2018 at 8:51 am CDT

Sugar Skull at night

Kidding aside, I mean what I say when I talk and write to people.

I try to be clear when I'm kidding but sometimes they don’t get it. Then I feel bad. Sometimes it’s understood when I’m joking but generally it isn’t with people I don’t know.

I do my best to be honest and direct. When something’s important I try to keep it short and to the point. Getting wordy can and usually does add confusion.

Sometimes I dance around a subject because I’m nervous. Worried about another’s reaction. Hopefully I’ll get there, get at what I’m trying to say.

When it’s obvious the other person is nervous I try to be patient and understanding. I don’t like being in their shoes anymore than they do.

Kidding aside again, I also take what other people say at face value and steer clear of reading more into it than I should. I don’t look for subliminal messages or other clues. I’m not Indiana Jones over here. I try to keep the paranoia on the shelf. It’s better for me not to be polishing my delusions and let them get dusty instead.

However, sometimes I take what somebody said the wrong way and then spend too much time up in my head. Then I act differently, change my behaviors and my attitudes toward them. And then later I find out that I was being just a little bit too neurotic and then feel like an ass.

Sometimes I just don’t like the response I get from people. Sometimes it hurts my feelings. People aren’t always going to shower me with goodwill and compliments. I need to hear both “yes” and “no” to be a complete human being.

More often than not what another is saying is apparent. But maybe not. Sometimes I don’t understand exactly what they mean. Then I ask questions so I can.

Sometimes people expect me to read between the lines. I’m not good at that.

“I was dropping hints!”

Well, okay but I’m dense. It’s too easy to make assumptions and make mistakes. My longstanding, most prominent fiascos have miscommunication swirling around in there somewhere.

This isn’t directed at anyone because that would render pretty much everything I just wrote as false. When I write things like this it’s to help clarify things for me. Set goals, set bars that I want to reach. Outline the plan of who I want to be.

Once I learned that I need to be less of a mind reader and more of a good communicator, my relationships got 100% better. I freed up so much more time to enjoy them rather than trying to win, rather than trying to figure everything out.

#advancedsoul #relationships #diariespodcast


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Feb 3, 2018 at 2:04 pm

Jacob wrestled the demon…

jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Feb 3, 2018 at 2:06 pm

This is a quote from a U2 song but they’re referencing the old testament about a guy who wrestled his demons and ultimately won out over them.
Fight the good fight and you’ll inspire everybody.