Renfield Reminder
This is a courtesy
reminder. You may not have known (or possessed sufficient prescience) to
request this reminder, but it's more-than-definitely needed.
Keep a safe distance between yourself and
all vampires.
They verymuchstill want to feed on
you.
You accomplished the first step:
identifying that they possess the traits of a vampire—lack of reflection (lack of empathy); aversion to religious icons (lying);
aversion to garlic (use of manipulation and gas-lighting); avoid direct
sunlight (lack of remorse).
Subsequently, you
have stopped
inviting them into your home and you avoid them in public. Good for
you. Now keep it up. For the remainder of your time alive.
Because, vampires know
time fades even the most negative memories. The vampire in your life is
counting on 'bygones' and hopes you soon forget about the last time they
relished and thrived on your chaos. Remember the emotional anguish they
caused! Know that your vampire will never apologize for their past
horrid behavior, will never express humility or modesty, will never be someone
you can trust, and will never care about you except inasmuch as you can
be their
Renfield.
other narcissism essays:
Looking at Tomorrow (from the perspective of many yesterdays)
Most of the humans you'd
consider to be included in the term 'everyone'—who are living complex-n-simple in every location—in all of time (which includes the distant future) have
felt, and will feel, similar to the way you're feeling today.
No matter what happens tomorrow (or next
month) or even next year. No matter who does what to whom on this election day, no matter
who's happy and who's sad: you've already made it through worse things
before. We are surviving 2020, the most calamitous year in
the last century, things have to improve (since there's no where to go but up).
If they
burn the oilfields
as they retreat, we'll extinguish them. If they
kill the hostages
before we board the plane, we will morn them. If they seize the Bureau
of Land Management's
Wildlife Refuge, we will mail them sugarless gummy bears. And, if they win the
election, we'll win next time.
Thanks for keeping this in mind,
Yesterday
other theo-philosophical essays:
Haiku キバチ 鳩 5-7-5 俳句 Pigeon Horntail
That's just a harmless
Pigeon Horntail Wasp ... it's not
a Murder Hornet.
more:
image excerpt by Bill McMillian
Burb Bear Got My Birb Food
Black bear came into my backyard last night.
Birb feeder pole snapped-off level to ground.
Birdseed eaten, feeder beaten, suet...
bracket bent, while I and my neighbors slept.
Busy village livelong day - in starlight...
barely a sound (two nightly trains, except).
Bolder, hungrier, less reason to fear...
Beware there, bear, hunting season is here.
more Vermont stuff:
Aunt Teabody’s Ataraxia Expedition on the Pennsylvanian Escarpment (Episode 2 in the Age of Loneliness Series)
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aka: Mama Timedance and the Lightness of Being |
⬅ Age of Loneliness Series, Episode 1
Ataraxia - Freedom from mental perturbation through the rational act of eschewing all dogmatic beliefs relating to thoughts and perceptions; related to the ancient Greek philosophy of Pyrrho (circa 300 BCE).
Pennsylvanian - Geological subperiod dominated by large invertebrates (circa -300 Ma).
continue perusing similart:
floating heads and already deads
B.R.O.Y.G.
Blue daylight clear cloudless sky
Red dying leaves asking why
Orange liar: say bye-bye
Yellow underlying sly
Green amplifier, stay high
True delight 'rear clothe-less thigh'
Shed prying eaves basking nigh
Our change dire: Tuesday shy
Bellow! *gratifying sigh*
Between the pyres walking by
Cyanobacteria and Poision Ivy and Covid (oh my)
Closed, of course, we went to Burlington's shore.
Dozed, did we, forget it's twenty-twenty?
Nosed, instead, park path to tree-house, no cure.
Rosed, three leaves, surrounded by so many!
Church, shops full, sidewalk restaurant tables.
Search, crowd masks; rarely a bare face in sight.
Merch, local: Bern, Ben, Jerry, things maple.
Lurch, ski slope. Is Champy a hoax? (not quite).
other Vermont to-see's:
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