Lulu Lunacy

So late last night I was chillin' in my chair watching mah shows, and I see a dang spider skip on in through the partially open french doors, and I kid you not, run like there's a fire, all the way across my living room TOWARDS ME! I scream & jump up and yes, it's the scene out of Madagascar with the spider, only I'm telling myself, "Get it! Get it! Get it!" While this deft two-eight-stepping spider dodges my slipper and is probably yelling "Get it!" Too...Spidey dashes into a stack of boxes, right next to my recliner and uncomfortably close to my bedroom door! I couldn't find it. I went to bed and I swear, every three minutes I jerked awake convinced the spider was climbing in my hair whispering "You missed me, bitch!"  5am rolls around and my Toby needs to go out and I need to take my meds, I attend to my thyroid levels and watch the floor closely as I take Toby out. I go out and stand in the first step, Toby goes out, Stella goes...

Attention concerned friends: yes, I am mentally ill, no, I will not go on a rampage or spree and stab you, shoot you, run you down in a car, push you in front of a subway, begin taking orders from your dog, eat you, drug you, light you or your property on fire (although; *pretty*), strangle you, poison you, kidnap you, sell you, look through your garbage, steal your under things from the clothes line, throw poop at you, make you eat boogers while you sleep, alert you to the ghosts in your home only I can see, exchange your salt for sugar or vice versa. I WILL *sometimes* be a pissy pants for no reason, cry, say things that don't make sense and aren't in order, take my meds, be a recluse, not want to talk or text or even comment on FB, have pity parties for myself, be morbid, laugh inappropriately, not dress well, have weird interests, weird habits, weird urges to touch things, etc. Hear things you don't, see things you don't,  smell things you don't, talk too much o...

There is no shame in wanting to learn to do better and be a better person in whatever capacity, mom, daughter, grandparent, advocate, human, even teacher. The best teacher is one who continues to learn and allow themselves to be taught by those they teach.  What if you don't know all you need to? What if your opinion, if not wrong, may be skewed and allowing yourself to learn more to form a more informed, substantial and beneficial, useful opinion instead of hollow, aimless words rooted in emotion and lack of a realistic, factual knowledge base. What if the goal wasn't who is right and who can make others conform to his view, but who can accept there is more to learn and compromise is one of the most fantastic abilities humans possess. The world, humanity, all boils down to the same basic needs. We allow ourselves to dissect each other and categorize each other into absolute right and absolute wrong. Shutting out any flexibility and opportunities to grow, learn and build for th...