A True Addict

I have/had a friend, who I think is a true addict. When I say this, I mean like a "sad," or "pathetic" addict. The type who can't help themselves. The types that are on a downward spiral and they can't pull up. Think of Nicolas Cage's character in the last half of Leaving Las Vegas. Or think of Helena Bonham Carter in Fight Club. Maybe even Mark Renton in Trainspotting.

I will freely admit that I'm a coffee-holilc. I love coffee. My morning doesn't seem complete without a good cup of coffee in it. I like the taste, I love the ritual, I enjoy the habit. Have I quit before? I sure have. I missed the ritual, so I came back after a couple of months. 

The North Keep Em Coming

For a long time now, I’ve been storing and cataloging these lines that I think are so good, under the Evershade label, and I don’t feel like today will be the day that I stop. 

All of these are by way of my friend from up north, and she does such a great job moderating the content. First is this one from KARLA.

things end.

people change.

seasons come & go.

life goes on. 

Great one to hear and to think about. So true about so many things. 

Shaw and Ghosts

I'm reading a book entitled, How to Know a Person. It's all about being a better person and being a better person towards others. I'm not saying I have to be some better human, but we all need a bit of work right? 

In this book, the author quotes George Bernard Shaw and writes, "the worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of humanity."

Moments to Memories

 I ran into a meme today that I really wanted to share. I do this often. I'll hit things that I think are interesting, intriguing, compelling, or telling, and I'll catalog them HERE. It's been a while, but here's one. 

It was a simple cartoon, but it hit me. There was an older fella, grandfather type, who was sleeping in his bed with his wife, also older, a grandmother. They're both smiling as they sleep. Then there is a second image, this time the man is alone and there is a definite lack of someone next to him. His wife, the grandmother is gone. And you can tell the man is sad that he's found himself alone. 

Red Flag Talking?

I dated someone years ago who would persistently and consistently ghost me . . . then I guess, the term is . . . she would Zombie me. What's ghosting and zombieing? Ghosting we all know . . . a form of confrontation and conflict avoidance? Sure. But being a zombie? Someone who comes back from ghosting. In this case, she would pretend that nothing had happened. Just say, "I'm back." 

The worst part of this was at each part of the comeback/zombie process, it was like coming back starting fresh. We were always at square one again, or worse . . . behind square 1 . . . square 0. 

Glasses Fetish

A while back I posted about glasses and the fact that I now have to wear glasses. One of my co-workers, a marketing lady, she saw a picture of me without my glasses. I was playing golf and took them off for a moment. She didn't even recognize me! Glasses are such a huge factor in how people look. What I know about myself, and have known for quite some time, is that people with glasses are far more attractive. 

No it's true. It gives faces more character. There's more to see. There's more to attract. There's fashion to the face. Check the images above, and the ones below. Tell me I'm wrong. 

I've picked just a few people to compare and contrast. And nope! I'm not showing that picture of me in my glasses again. I don't have the chops that these gals have. 

Eva Mendes, no one can say she's not beautiful. And yet, with glasses she's a stunner. Rashida Jones, cute, with a great sex appeal, and yet you throw on the glasses, and she's an immediate fox. 

Then Julianne Moore. I have no thing for ginger's . . . but I do have a bit of a thing for gals with green eyes. Gals with blue eyes? Well, it's far more than a thing at that point. Throw some specs on those peepers and green-eyed Julianne Moore is a complete a smoke show! And that pic up there  . . . it has horrible lighting, but I think it makes my point. 

My own roommate had glasses when we met. Since then she's gotten Lasik. I like pre-Lasik roommate more!

What's funny is that I have always had a glasses fetish. I had a girlfriend once who refused to ever let me see her in glasses. I think if she had I might have run away with her for the rest of my life!

Elizabeth, Betsy 

Friends Again?

I got to go out to lunch the other day with an old friend. We used to be quite close, but life and times and work have driven us apart lately. Still, it was nice to see them. 

What I found funny was that they kept saying "they wished we saw one another more." I thought that was funny if only because I'm right here. Not going anywhere. Haven't gone anywhere. It's on them to make it happen. In fact I had been the one to invite them out for lunch or coffee multiple times, they had been the one who canceled on me all those times. 

Frustration? Challenges? Frustrations with Challenges?

I broke up with a gal once, I didn't do it well. I was rather harsh. But I was frustrated and I let my frustrations out on her. What's funny is that she always thought I was mad or angry . . . but I wasn't. And she made it worse by thinking that I was mad. She would come back tentatively. 

That was what made me most frustrated. I wasn't upset until she thought I was upset. 

Need vs Want

I've written about this before, . . . probably many times. . . but it's a huge part of my life, and a major theme in the novel I'm currently pecking away on in my Reedsy account. I have a good clip going, got some momentum, and Reedsy hooks you up with an editor, so hopefully, this time, I won't get reviews that say "could really use a professional editor."

But I'm writing about Need vs Want. I wrote earlier that men want to be needed and women need to be wanted. I think I wrote about this in terms of Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. The way that men and women communicate, and fail to communicate and the challenges and problems that grow from that. 

She's Not Saying Anything (at all)

I heard an instrumental the other day. It was an acoustical and instrumental version of A Great Big World's Say Something. The songwriters, Mike Campbell, Ian Axel, and Chad Vaccarino are obviously soulmates with me. They have had the same experience in life that I have, obviously. 

The lyrics aren't necessarily complex, but they are deep. They resonate with me. 

Problems with Ducks

 Anyone who reads this blog knows I have a problem with ducks. 

I have a long history with ducks, none of it good. And it keeps getting worse. I don’t know which I dislike more, ducks or squirrels. Kinda a toss up really. 

One Last One?

For a long time I kept alive a series of posts,  . . . poems and lines that I found via other sources mostly, that helped me deal with different aspects of my life and challenges I was going through. I logged them all under the rubrick of Evershade Posts (see HERE). 

I know I've recently closed down this thread but there always comes that time that you see that perfect post for a thread, and it doesn't matter if it's no long-running or not, you realize it has to be added.

Summer Wind in Winter?

Apparently my pseudonym is Molotov Scotch Tale. I mean, she could be my clone. We think the same things. Anyone who follows these posts would know that she has been a big part of these Evershade posts (see HERE). 

This first is from her. 

Exactly my State of Mind

As a part of the ever growing series with the Evershade label (see HERE) are these next few, I have to say these are pretty close to what I'm feeling, eerily close. 

This first is a quickie, from Patti o'Malley, who I have never reposted before. But it's quick, easy, and feels about right. 

Series Continues Forward

So, this series continues to grow . . . why? Well, first I love these lines. It's a good thing to find these little gems and appreciate them. Secondly, they help me figure things out in my own life. They resonate with me and linger, sometimes they emanate other light and other understandings. 

Regardless, it used to be that Great White North was my best sourse for these Evershade posts (see HERE), but lately it's been Molotov Scotch Tale. 

The Series Continues

So the series continues (see HERE), the evershade labeled posts keeps moving forward. This time thanks in large part to Top Shelf Bourbon Elf (again). 

First, from MolotovScotchTale (a great profile name), ther is this that is simple. 

More for the Series

 Here are a few more for my ever growing "Evershade" series (see HERE). 

These came by way of all my friends on the Twitter and on Reddit. Again, I think they're worth capturing. 

Seems a Bit Short (and Spooky)

Something remarkable happened. I got an apology from someone and it was wholly inadequate. Like meteorically unimpressive. I was thinking about it and and wondering what to respond or think about it ultimately, when I ran into a Seinfeld clip that summed it up perfectly.

What's funny is that it wasn't just summed up perfectly about how to think about it . . . it was the EXACT SAME APOLOGY! It was spooky infact.   

More and More

To continue the Evershade series (see HERE) I now offer these!

First, another simple and quickie, from Purple. Similar to the simple ones from before.

want to hold on . . .

BUT . . 

 . . . will let go

Always Collecting More

 I'm always out there trying to find new quotes, phrasings and lines that help me make sense of things. I put them here in my Evershade series (see HERE). It's my one sop to poetry. 

This first is from missing piece.