A Change of Venue, A Change of Mind, And a Little Bit of Hope, or Something

Well, it appears The Cardiac Kid has returned, and he is back where he started, right here in good ol North Haven. Now, normally, I don't usually talk about myself in the 3rd person, however, since I couldn't think of any other way to begin this little story, here we are.  So what has happened to me you ask? Where did I go? Why no blog for months and even more mysterious,   why did I leave Facebook?  What happened to me?  Well, it's no one's business but myself and a little outfit called The CIA.  Anyway, bold face lies aside, much has happened. But I have no plans at all to tell anyone anything. The reason I dropped off Facebook was I needed a psychic vacation.  I had found myself fighting with people I didn't even know about problems I couldn't care less about when I should be fighting with the people I know and love about problems that actually matter.  However, there is much to be said about not broadcasting my every thought, every second of every day.   So much has happened in this world and everyone with an opinion has chimed in, no matter if anything made any sense. Remember the good old days when there was no internet, where everything wasn't filmed and talked about ad infinitum. Remember when you had a thought about something, and being an intelligent person, you allowed your opinions and thoughts to marinate and become intelligent coherent thoughts, not the insane, idiotic free for all that we have now.  But sadly there is no turning back. And the more thngs progress, the more screwed up and out of sorts the world becomes. So what do we do?

The simple solution is this: No one cares what you have to say, no one wants to see pictures of your cats, no one cares about what moronic little phrases or pictures you pass on. No one cares. . .never did and never will. This may be a harsh assesment, but you can prove it. Try this, today if possible--walk into your local supermarket, or other public place, find someone that you onlyh know from seeing them in church and walk up to them and do this:

"Hey!  Since I kind of know you, wanna see pictures of my cats with hats on? or wait, wait. .how about my opinion about gun control or the vacation that we took, here are the pictures!!"  

What do you think would actually happen? Would you and your insane hobbies and viewpoints be embraced, would you be hugged and invited to their house so you could go through the fridge?  No  one is your friend. You don't have 400, 500 or even 50. The people you see, talk to, argue with, laugh with, love with and who you could call to help you move a body. .those are your real friends. Not Plain Jane or Dapper Dan who sat next to you in 1st grade back when you lived in Alaska. .no. . sorry. . . those are not your friends. As time went by, i realized that I actually care less about these people then I care about what you had for lunch.  So I walked. Simply turned around, faced my family and pronounced that I was back.  And i decided that I would voice all my opinions to the proper people. And I plan to do that here on these pages.

When I started this blog thing i was gonna dish the dirt about this town and the puppets and talking heads that run this little town. I worked for this town for 20 years and kept a diary, with pictures. Some people will not be happy, some people will be seen for the corrupt liars they have always been.   I will name names, I promise.

And one last thing before I sign off. . . . Zenith is alive