In their song, “Name”, the Goo Good Dolls said it best when they sang, “Don’t it make you sad to know that life is more than who we are”.
It is, you know.
Now, I could get all existential and ask, “who are you?” …but nah, that’s not floating my boat right now. I am however, in the mood for introspection.
For starters, let me ask–which wine goes with Xanax and various mood stabilizers????
I was asked recently by Bagel, the Editrix-In-Chief of RationReality.com to write my own suicide note. Morbid yes… macabre definitely, but oddly eye opening in that I couldn’t do it. I even tried to make it funny, but the comedy wouldn’t flow. I couldn’t even be serious about it either. I’m not sure why. But I thought it was a relatively ingenious request.
And that ( like so many things in my Roulette wheel of a mind) got me thinking: has my life ever affected anyone else’s?
Had I ever really lead that groovy, “It’s A Wonderful Life” with George Bailey and Zzu Zzu’s petals in Bedford Falls kind of existence? The kind where one life touches so many others.
Had I ever ever done anything at anytime to ease the life struggles of any other human being?
Have I ever made life just a wee bit better for someone else?
Have I ever reduced strife?
Or have I just induced it?
I hope I’ve made a difference to someone… somewhere..at sometime, but I’m not sure.
So, as true dysfunctionals are want to do, I’ll transfer all of this heavy responsibility and accountability crap on to someone else…you’ll do nicely!!
Ponder these questions and please answer them:
1) Name the one person who up to this point, has had the biggest impact or made the biggest difference in your life . Tell us who, how and why.
2) Name the most uplifting song you have ever heard. The one that to this day either inspires you, moves you spiritually or emotionally OR gets your proverbial motor running. Give us the name, the artist and why it has the impact is has.
3) The third and final question is one of whimsy and fantasy. Let’s say the spirit of Stan Lee pays you a visit in your sleep. It’s not a dream, it’s Stan Lee for God’s sake and he’s offering you a sweet deal: he and the scheister advertisers who used to hawk Venus Fly Traps and X-Ray glasses in the backs of vintage Marvel comics, want to give you one…ONE superpower of your choice. It can be anything your heart desires–from being able to fly; having superhuman strength; having ESP or being able to fully understand Tennessee Titan’s QB, Vince Young when he speaks.
You willingly accept the offer.
Tell us, what would your superpower be?
“Look Daddy, teacher says every time someone comments in Laurie’s blog, an angel gets some chicken wings”.