Sunday, December 13, 2015

Island of Broken Toys





As of a late I read the news headlines with a preconstructed wince. It seems that humans as a species are coming to some sort of explosive crisis. Hate, Impatience, refusal to see the other side, over generalization, selfish demand and just general down right assholery leads the themes. No this kind of behavior is not new, historically as a species we are violent and have a problem seeing the long game. However, as of late its worse. Darker. More appalling. 

               I am in grad school working on my masters in counseling. (Yeah they let weridos like me in) and prior to that I spent 15 years in the emergency medicine field. One residual theme in EVERY patient with a mental health crisis was that they had no positive support in their life. At some point these people were voted off society’s island and cast adrift until they landed in the island of broken toys. And broken toys they were. Cast offs of genetic psychiatric problems, abuse, rape, addiction, hate and dysfunction. For whatever reason these people had more than their share of trouble in their lives and during that trouble the people in their life’s bailed. Sometimes for legit reasons but most often because selfishness and anger ruled the day. Underneath every addict, every patient in the middle of a crisis, every angry individual was a common denominator of fear and abandonment. 

Every. Damn. One. 

               The counseling profession identified this fatal flaw in society a long time ago. Yep. You read that right; it is a documented and studied phenomenon that society causes a lot of mental health issues. Ta da! Most theoretical approaches in counseling hold a common theme. The patient is treated with positive accepting regard. The patient is made to feel safe and supported. The patient is helped to strengthen their inner self while evaluating the outside for dysfunction. The patient is listened to and their voice and experience is important.
This.

 This heals people, helps them find sobriety, recover from PTSD, Traumas and yes in many genetic psychiatric problems like borderline personality disorder allows them to be in control of their lives. This simple approach saves lives. A lot of lives. Let that sink in for a minute. The ever increasing problems with mental health patients in crisis, the violence, the escalating drug abuse, the increasing demand for psychiatric medications.. All a product of us. Not republicans or democrats, black or white, men or women. All of us.  We are doing this to each other and ourselves. 



Holy shit, right?



               I am not saying that you as an individual are causing mass shootings. Don’t take it that far. Society’s behavior and interactions are made acceptable but society. In short, we decided what is acceptable in regards to interaction with each other. If short lived support, rejection and selfishness rule the day then that’s what’s societal norm is. What to change it? Start with you. Start with you children. Start with strangers on the street. If you see someone struggling, stranger or no, help. This doesn’t mean open your wallet. It means listen. It means validate their experience and empathize. It means let someone else know that they are not invisible, they are important because they are part of your society. No this won’t save everyone. Some people make a decision to stay on the island but it will help 95% of the rest.  

               I have watched and read a lot of comments on the mass shootings and other local acts of violence. There is a lot of anger and fear and those things isolate us further. It’s a slippery slope more anger and more fear lead to more isolation and soon we are all just Donald Trump. 


So stop. 


Stop seeing people as groups. Start seeing them as other humans. Put down your phone. Offer a hand, a shoulder, support, even a joke. Make eye contact. Smile. Hold doors for others. Don’t be a dick. Try to see things from the others side. If you don’t know… ask. Be curious. Find common ground. You know.. All of the qualities that helped our species evolve for thousands of years. 



Be Human.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

BAMbulance Service: Coming to Your City Soon!







Ambulances are so yesteryear. They are all about saving you, but what about taking out your assailants? You can’t count on the cops or EMS for that. But you can call us. We come to any scary part of the city and our response time is hella fast.

Don’t get us wrong. We might be able to save you, but we pretty much only stock dirty knives, so it is pretty unlikely. We will, however, make sure to hunt down anyone who may have caused your ‘accident’ and cause an ‘accident’ of our own. If the hospital is on the way, we are totally cool with chucking you out the side. If you tip us well, we will even slow down…a bit.

Worried about the consequences? Don’t be. Our vehicles are designed to impale any evidence and carry it away with us.

Why call emergency services, when you can call mayhem services? 

Whateves. It is your funeral.

Gone But Not Forgotten: MSG, The Running Man, And All The Other Lost Unicorns Of Childhood



Pump up your Air Jordan’s and bust out the Jolt cola, we are about to take a stroll down memory lane to things from your childhood that are now unicorns in your memory

 




Passing Notes in School

Remember the thrill of passing notes in class? Notes to your best friend, to your crush, just stupidly asking when things were due because it meant you got to pass a note. Yeah.. gone. 
Texting ruined that rebellion.


Do you like Sara? circle one...





Awkward Straight-arm Slow Dancing at School Dances

Doesn’t anyone slow dance anymore? Feet shuffling side to side arms locked at the elbows, eyes darting to and away from your partner’s face as you slowly spin to some 80’s rock ballad..


He is so excited he touched her WAIST!!!





MSG in Spaghetti-O's

Admit it. As an adult you returned to the source and had spaghetti-o’s...and it sucked. 
In the late 80’s early 90’s they changed the recipe to get rid of MSG and the whole product was never the same. Apparently a bunch of kids were having allergic reactions to MSG. 
Yeah.. MSG is Gluten’s older brother.

I mourn for you MSG Spaghetti-o’s





 The Phrase "Don't Drink the Kool-Aid"


I have used this phrase a lot through life. It means don’t join in on cultish, mindless thinking and be your own person. Recently when I say this it is met with blank stares and confusion because Kool-Aid is delicious. No.. I mean the poisoned Kool-Aid.. Jonestown; the cult and mass suicide.. they all drank the Kool-Aid because they were brain washed and (most) died.


*siiiigh* Just… wiki it.




“Macguyvering”

Again I will get a blank stare at this turn of phrase. Someone thought I was referencing Scottish tenacity.. *facepalm*

I am going to duct tape the shit out of this generation




Awkward Puberty

This used to be an awkward phase for all people. Even the perfect kids would get a pimple or need braces and we were all reassured by their humanity.
Not any damn more.
Invisiline, proactive, spray on makeup, extensions, fake eyelashes and implants.
 No one is awkward anymore

Le Sigh


 

The Innocence of Pudding Pops

Fuck you Cosby.
Those things were delicious. Now all I think of when I see them are date rapey creepers in weird sweaters.






Mixed Tapes

These used to be awesome. Someone would make you a mixed tape and every song was a declaration of their feelings for you. Seriously. Why did that have to go?!?
Oh yeah... technology. 

The game just gets lazier.




Candy Cigarettes

Creepy but they were yummy. I told my 9 year old son about them recently and he looked at me like I was crazy and said mom, why in the heck would a kid want cigarettes even if they were candy!? Good point.
 *looking at my mom*

Cancer fun for EVERYONE!!



Dances Like the Cabbage Patch and Running Man

Not twerking.. not simulated sex but flopping your limbs around while running in place on the dance floor like it’s an aerobics class. That was awesome. It was two parts self-mockery and one part skill. Not one part ass, one part stripper and one part pelvic thrusting. Our pride was in either getting a laugh or accomplishing a dance move like MC hammer. Not how much of an erection we could give our dance partners.

We ALL did that face too..




Saturday Morning Cartoons are GONE

Seriously... Take a moment with the reality of that fact. 
What kind of shit is that? That was one of the best parts of childhood!Waking up at the ass crack of dawn on a Saturday, running down stairs to claim the TV from my three other siblings.  Nabbing a miniature sized box of sugar cereal on the way down to eat dry in front of the TV while watching gummi bears and pee-wees playhouse. That was awesome.The fact that you had ONE shot at watching them made it all the more delightful.

Yeah... This whole post was built around this one picture.  I PITY THE FOOL!


Friday, December 11, 2015

Alert! Alert!!


Additional awesomeness will be happening here in the form of an additional contributor. Sometimes sarcastic, always intelligent and usually clumsy Anonymous will be posting here occasionally under the banner of lifeoutoforderblog2.

All Hail the awesome!!!

Just because I love this kid's grit.