I have lurked, but only occasionally. I know this was started in the aftermath of losing a most excellent friend. I called Rick and Dave the night they were having a small gathering in memory of Kent, and it was comforting to hear old friend’s voices. One of my favorite memories is driving around listening to the Ramones with Kent and Rick.
It is comforting to have friends from the past. Not keeping in touch doesn’t change the connection you have had with others. Things have changed, people are doing different things with their lives, but if you put us all back into the halls of the mhs, or made us loiter at any public place for three hours, things would seem to not have changed at all.
Reminiscing is weird for me. Everyone has a different perspective on events that took place and my memories are hit and miss. While there were mischievous good times, and funny things to recall, and it’s always fun to listen to and tell old stories, I would never choose to relive that time period. Some dark days were lived in that town for me.
I have a strict policy that I don’t talk about religion or politics with friends. I watched my father speak only these subjects when he “visited” with friends and family, and he truly created his anti-social lifestyle. He wasn’t a fun guy to be around.
Randy Sr. was and is extreme in the ways of religion. There seems to be a connection with the world not ending in the year 2000 as he and the works of G had predicted, and him really losing it and starting to do some crazy shit. When he walked out of the house this spring, my mother, the siblings and I have never felt better about life. A serious weight lifted off the shoulders of my two younger brothers, having to live in such a disrespectful household. It also created some extra storage space, as Marlene was able to sell off the 38 buckets of wheat that were being stored under the stairs at the garage sale for a buck each!
I wouldn’t say that everyone has this same experience, and I know that everyone’s life lessons are different, so to each his own. It is personal, and that is how I feel about spirituality. For me, it never has and never will be contained within any four walls on this earth.
I sometimes refer to myself a recovering mormon, just as others I know are recovering from catholicism, the guilt religion. I no longer defend it in conversations, and I no longer feel judged or guilty about the life I live. I am not a bad person. Beazlebub and I have a drink once and a while, play come cards, just hanging and listen to some tunes. It’s cool.
Please note: I am not debating, nor will I about anything to do with the church. This was my experience and is my opinion. Take it or leave it.
Reading through the blog got me thinking it has steered off its original course, so maybe it’s time to change it up a little. Here are some new topics to get going on:
What the first album/cassette that you purchased?
What was the first concert you went to?
What are your top three most memorable concerts?
Waxing or shaving? What’s better? Does Brazilian really change your life?
If you didn’t know how old you are, how old would you be?
If you had a whole day just to yourself and $20, what would you do?
Do it.
That was my first blog, how was it for you?
amos
In other news, Randy went to the Bob Dylan concert and had a good time!
no spoon.