Conscious Catholicism

I’m heading out for a little bit this afternoon, to the bear barbecue. I had fun last week at it even if I did have a few too many. I often feel like I’m the one wearing the lampshade at the end of it all. I think its that I’m so wound up normally that relaxing and actually not caring about things I shouldn’t in the first place is the real problem. Oh well, caring about what others think one of the other livejournalers I read has been dealing with this particular issue of late it seems. Its interesting to see how others deal with it. This person it seems has chosen to ban all comments. I think that this could be either a positive or a negative depending on the motivation for doing this. Are you banning comments because what’s being said is untrue and cruel or is it a knee jerk reaction and you simply don’t want to hear anything you consider criticism, even if that criticism will in the end help you grow as a person? For myself I tend towards the knee jerk reaction although I’m fairly good at justifying my behavior to the point I win most mental arguments with others or just wear them down to the point they don’t care to make there point any more. Its not something I’m proud of, just something I’m aware of. I don’t tend to care what people care about me. I spent way too many years in early teens and 20’s too care anymore. I generally just ignore them, any energy still feeds the fire after all. I do care tremendously what friends and family think to the point that it stymies my behavior. I wish this person the absolute best and hope they can use the garbage people have thrown at them and turn it into healing art. Well time to finish my coco and coke and head up the hill. BTW, the new Shakira album kicks some hot ass.


Born in New York, Educated in the Berkshires, Became an adult in CA and found my Soul in Seattle. I'm a bearish middle aged, happy man who lives w my husbear in the OC.