Territorial Pissing

On the way back from Mount Gambier yesterday, we saw this dopey little bugger sitting right in the middle of the road.

 

 

 

 

I had to pull over, get out and move him. It’s a busy truck route between Portland and the Mount, & I couldn’t just leave him there.

 

 

I tried quite a few times to move him off the road- but this wilful little turd wasn't moving for anyone! 

 

 

 

 

So after a few attempts to shepherd him toward the safety of the nature strip, I made an executive decision to forcibly evict him before any heavy traffic came to clean us both up!!

 

 

 

 

So I picked him up, and carried him off the road.
 

 

 

It’s no good dumping a Koala on the side of the road; you have to take them near a tree, a reasonable distance from the road.
 

 

  

 

Hopefully, they will also be sufficiently aggravated so they aren’t tempted to return to the blacktop.

 

 

 

And aggravated he was...the grumpy bugger gave me a love bite.
 

 

 

YEOWWWW!!!!
 

 

 

 

 I set him down pretty sharpish, and watched him head for safety.

 

 

Koala rescuer?

Maybe- maybe not. It occurs to me…

This little fellow might have had enough. He may have wanted to commit suicide.

How would I know for sure? Why can’t animals get tired of living too?

I might have buggered his plans. He looked like he had a pretty good idea what he was doing.

No wonder he was cross.

What makes me think I know better than the koala?

It was actually a selfish act on my part; regardless of what he wanted…I didn’t want to leave him there to be hit by a truck.

Plus it was a great photo op, as you can see.

Maybe I deserved to be bit, the price of my pictures.

Penance for thinking I know better than the koala.

In my defence; Koala’s do tend to get a little groggy, hopped up on gum leaves.

They can also be very territorial, and this one was certainly arrogant. He wasn’t moving for anyone.

My way- the highway.

Maybe he really had no idea what might be about to happen.

PLUS…I use this stretch of road quite a bit. If I saw his carcass on the road (& no truck would have stopped for him- suicide for the driver) I would have felt bad.

& I am getting tired of taking koalas who have been hit to the vet.

We do what we do, for better or worse.

I guess as long as we think about what we do when it comes to nature. 

It's a balancing act. 

But I admit, I’m glad I stopped.

If I hadn’t…

I don’t think I would have been able to sleep.
 

HOUSE PROUD

 

Tell me...

Do you open your door & let unpleasant people into your home? 

I don't. 

Are negative thoughts any different?? 

& our heads are more precious than our houses.

So why do it? 

Every Time I Fuck Something Up...

I fucked up again. 

It was just a little thing...said the wrong thing, misjudged my humour...

And there was de-friending and blocking...etc...

Over, right?

Nope.

Why??

Because it burned.   

Why did it burn?

Well...I don't like to hurt people; and if I think I might have done that...

It hurts me. 

But it's more than that. 

When I have fucked something up...it REALLY BURNS.  I literally get a burning sensation around my forehead, neck, and down my back. 

Why is that?

Well, every time I fucked up as a kid...I was punished for it by my Dad. 

Nowadays...I fuck up, and I feel like I'm in the shit again. 

This is NOT a prompt to feel sorry for myself. 

Dad is dead...I'm an adult...& I can move on now.

Theoretically. 

But it is one thing to KNOW this, and another to do it. 

Indeed- we can know something logically...

But to know it with every fibre of our being, and to then act upon it...

That's a different kettle of fish. 

We need to dive inside the pain.

And question it- CHALLENGE IT. 

It is well worth looking at what causes certain sensations. 

Sensations that don't help us. 

So I take a look at my emotions, and the triggers. 

So I said the wrong thing. 

So what??

Did I kill anybody??

No. 

Did I maim anybody?

No. 

Did I damage any property?  Poison any minds?  Throw the planet off it's axis??

No. 

Will the people I offended even REMEMBER this incident next week?

Probably not. 

So why should I??

Why should I BURN for a minor social faux pas?

Because I am conditioned to burn. 

As a child...I was taught to burn by my Father when I did something wrong.

Why?  I don't know. 

For my benefit...or his??

Likely his. 

Is it serving me any longer?

No. 

Will burning for these infractions help anybody else, or save the planet?

Nope. 

Does anyone care if I burn, or want me to burn?

No. 

So why hang onto it?

Habit?

Maybe. 

There are good habits, and bad habits. 

I have given up bad habits before- even tenacious ones like SMOKING.

So...why not give this one up?

I cannot think of any reasons to keep allowing myself to burn when I fuck something up.

We all fuck things up. 

All of us; all the time.

We are human beings...delivered down some random chute...

Dumped in the middle of god knows what...

With precious little sensible data...

Very little sense of direction...

All of us heading for certain DEATH!!

NO WONDER WE FUCK UP!!

Why should we burn for it?

We shouldn't. 

So fuck up.

Until you get it right.

Try not to hurt anybody. 

And try to be happy. 

Don't burn yourself up- that's firewood's job.

We're not firewood. 

Our job is to fuck up.

Firewood doesn't have that rare priveligde.

We do.

So...Fuck Up and Die??

No.  NEVER. 

I say...

Fuck up...

And LIVE. 



    

I'M PROPER

The more I say the word 'LOVE'...

The more often I REPEAT it...

the less it feels like something to be afraid of. 

And the less I fear LOVE...the more comfortable I become with it.

& the more comfy I am with LOVE...

the more likely I am to do it PROPERLY.

& why do something unless you intend to do it properly??

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'If You're Building...'

I wouldn't say 'It's Complicated' if I were you. 

It generally means YOU'RE complicated.

If you are in any doubt about the durability of your current relationship (& I am willing to bet my left nut that in saying 'it's complicated' on their profile, most people are here looking to hop onto another lily pad)...do you really want that on your resume?

Would YOU be attracted to someone who is 'complicated'?  Maybe you would; but for me, life is complicated enough without becoming entangled with self confessed complications.   

"Hi.  My name is Jerry; & I'm complicated."

Very sexy. 

And aren't we ALL a little complicated? 

Why identify as such on your profile, hence re-enforcing and sustaining a negative affirmation?

Hop OFF that lily pad, I say. 

Onto...actually, on reflection, maybe it's better to avoid the lily pads altogether- they are far too tenuous & unstable. 

Hop onto dry land, and build on that. 

(If you're building, as my Yoga instructor used to say... )

That way...you will also kiss less frogs. 

A NEW START

 

 

A new start. 

Not many people have the luxury of a brand new start. 

Nothing worse than an ungrateful bastard (except maybe a child molester), & I am thankfully neither.  So I TRULY appreciate this rare opportunity. 

& my old life?  the old me?  The identity thieves are welcome to it. 

Like a snake shedding it's worn outer garmant...it's done. 

Today is a new beginning, full of promise and possibility.

Ordinarily, a normal healthy person would have a special woman by his side, to be with him at a time like this...to help see him through. 

Perhaps even I can learn to love again, without fear of punishment, exploitation, betrayal or retribution. 

Yes...even someone such as I.

ANYTHING is possible in this brand new world I shall make for myself.

ANYTHING.


Lucky lucky luck. 

SELF HELPFULNESS

Yesterday was not the best of days- but I survived. 

It was a strange bad day- a vague dull pain kind of day...

Rather than a sharp sting.

Like a migraine pain. 

You can tend to blunder about a bit in this fog; I admit...

I was bumping into things, dropping things, clumsy as hell, couldn't walk a straight line without overbalancing...

Just weird. 

& It was a long dark night, ugly as sin, hell harsh midsummer storms all through the night...

wind tearing strips off my soul...

I felt like Macbeth.

But it was soon over.

Dark clouds pass quickly for me, lately.

It's good. 'This too shall pass'.

'Think thoughts of love...' and I'm right as rain.

A tropical shower, naked lusting hope making love with itself, spawning some kind of collective good for the good of all...

Everything right again.

Much better today...& amidst the weirdness, I learned a few important things about myself.

Which means the day was not a TOTAL write off. 

Not at all.  And that's a good thing.  The devil's consolation prize.

I am back to posting a few encouraging things to keep things moving.

It's about valuing myself this week. 

As inept as I am...

& as soft and sentimental as I may seem when I try to post encouraging positive home grown aphorisms...

I will not be walked all over. 

I might like pussy...but I'm NOT a pussy. 

I just need to believe in myself...& believe that what I am doing, the way I am working and living is RIGHT for me. 

So I try to hang in there with encouraging sayings.

Like 'do anything you want to do'.

I'm sorry if some of my stuff sounds a bit robotic and new- agey... 

But it needs to be clear and concise.

In reality...is it as simple as that?  Probably not.  But for me, it needs to SOUND as though it is.

Or I'll surrender.

Keep it simple...& concise.   

for ME, as much as anyone else. 

REAL SELF HELP. 

seriously...if all your moving parts are operational...

you have EVERYTHING you need for a healthy productive life.

this bullshit about going to 'specialists' for advice...

prodding about in your affairs...

in most cases, it's bogus.

not a SINGLE person here amongst my friends needs anything more than THEMSELVES. 

Unless you have a tumour in your ass.

You're all very cool people, and I learn a HEAP from you. 

you carry your own pack in life- that's the way it should be. 

REAL LOVE is simply empowering others to live fully by your healthy example. 

You do that for me...maybe without even knowing it.

And THAT's as it should be too...