Well, I spared all of Thanksgiving weekend any jokes about crying foul the prosecutorial or judicial misconduct. Pun-ishment for crimes I didn't commit?
The thumping and reverberating bass and arguments about sports teams starts early today, about 9:30am. It amazes me that they carry on for hours and hours by trying to substantiate their positions with win loss records and history that consists largely of different team members. They usually just get louder or more aggressive to try to win the argument but never offer anything in depth or particularized detail. I guess what I am trying to say is that earplugs are great but don't eliminate the noise. My back is having a better day after yesterdays rec time but my elbow isn't pleased with me today. I am not sure what I want to share. Dreams have been interesting but I am awaiting some response or feedback to know if I should avoid sharing those. The current consensus has been predominately negative. Stories about my childhood of cartoons, G.I. Joe's, and Transformers is not very entertaining and obnoxiously obvious by the generationally targeted marketing of sophisticated Hollywood throw-back movies. There is teen angst which is forever awkward and probably not something I want to share with everyone. True to the nature of the internet, I am sure my journal attracts the attention of plenty of harass-holes whose participation in life is a detriment and not a benefit to everyone around them. Without being able to get a sense of what impressions are being left, I have no good way to determine if sharing my thoughts are experiences is appropriate. Right now is the only practical way to respond and connect to the large group of people who have both compassionate hearts and reasonable minds. Often, after I have sealed the envelope to send out what I wrote, I think I should not have written something or expressed it differently. I don't know what happens when you think out loud, enough for the whole world to hear. Most won't care to. I am grateful you do. When do I get to talk about the stuff I am not allowed to talk about? Like, what was in Frosty the Snowman's pipe? Happy Holidays. Merry Christmas.
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