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Deteriorata

Catharsis

Catharsis (from Greek κάθαρσις katharsis meaning “purification” or “cleansing”) is the purification and purgation of emotions—especially pity and fear—through art[1] or any extreme change in emotion that results in renewal and restoration.[2][3] It is a metaphor originally used by Aristotle in the Poetics, comparing the effects of tragedy on the mind of a spectator to the effect of a cathartic on the body.
– WikiPedia

To those who know me… “Welcome back!” to those whom I have never met… a warm “Hello!” and to those with a restraining order… “Go to hell!”

I’m slowly figuring out this WordPress thing and (after managing to erase the whole damned thing once already…) am now in the process of copying over older tales of woe from BookFace, CraigsList & a few other places that didn’t have me locked up for posting there. There’s a lot of goofy shit left from the ‘theme’ I used for this site… I’ll get around to fixing it… after I figure out how to get the damned comments working again! For now… it’s a ‘read only’ site.

It’s going to take a while and suggestions on the site are welcome.

Why this site? Crazy shit, that’s why. Writing about it helps me realize “That shit ain’t normal.”

Friends used to tell me that I was crazy, or accuse me of making it up when I told them about some of these things that happen to me. After a while you start doubting it yourself… and it DOES become ‘normal’ but hell’s bells; you just don’t watch a woman drive up the wrong side of the interstate and go “Golly! That’s a nice car she’s got!”… no, instead you scream “AAAAAAAAAAAAgh!” and swerve out of the way!

Ok… if it’s just one crazy driver that you tell everyone about it becomes an interesting story… but thirty or sixty-thousand times later and everyone just goes ‘Meh – just another stupid bitch.’. They don’t even want to know about the homeless camp I wiped out while bouncing through the underbrush as I tried to get back onto the pavement.

So… sorry about the beenie-weenies and your campfire, boys. Blame those broken bones on that stupid bitch back on the interstate, but since you’re already laying there in pain… Let me tell ya a story…