I inadvertantly feed the mice
I had a plate of food I didn't finish so I scraped it off with 3 cheese ranch dressing on it remaining and placed it in the bowl in the kitchen sink. When I next go into the kitchen some stuff that was near the sink is in the bowl in the sink, haha, the other day I spilled a chunk of chicken from a lasagna I cooked on the stove top, I remember seeing it there and when I came back for more coffee, it wasn't there!!
Dad though, he has glue traps all over the place and then bludgeons them with a golf club, he once waved the killing instrument near my coffee cup once and I chided him on that, he goes "it's not here, it's in the bathroom" and I go there's mice guts all over that thing, please don't bring it near me. and you know what he said, he says "I'll just not say anything" in a sort of grumble. and walks away, no understanding is possible between us, this is a guy who tells me Sunday afternoons when I didn't go with him that I would have loved the service and sermon. And 99% of the time when I share what i'm authentically interested in, clutches his head theatrically and moans out no no please stop. But do I moan out please stop when he's telling me about how much people has been hugging him, and how he's so unselfish in sharing the love of Christ with others? And seeing him detached from all of that sickeningly un-self-aware way he is a master at?
When I said 2 posts ago that he was fleeing reality, I meant that reality to him is evil, sinful, and that is how Rilke saw how Christianity treats of sensuality, and also seeing how ironic things play out, who's fixated on what? Is the natural person fixated on sex? Or is it the closed minded hypocrite who sees reality pressing in on him like a devil? And thus makes everything a dualism, a stupid dualism, that wears its heart on its sleeve, where it can't carry the blood to the brain.
Dad though, he has glue traps all over the place and then bludgeons them with a golf club, he once waved the killing instrument near my coffee cup once and I chided him on that, he goes "it's not here, it's in the bathroom" and I go there's mice guts all over that thing, please don't bring it near me. and you know what he said, he says "I'll just not say anything" in a sort of grumble. and walks away, no understanding is possible between us, this is a guy who tells me Sunday afternoons when I didn't go with him that I would have loved the service and sermon. And 99% of the time when I share what i'm authentically interested in, clutches his head theatrically and moans out no no please stop. But do I moan out please stop when he's telling me about how much people has been hugging him, and how he's so unselfish in sharing the love of Christ with others? And seeing him detached from all of that sickeningly un-self-aware way he is a master at?
When I said 2 posts ago that he was fleeing reality, I meant that reality to him is evil, sinful, and that is how Rilke saw how Christianity treats of sensuality, and also seeing how ironic things play out, who's fixated on what? Is the natural person fixated on sex? Or is it the closed minded hypocrite who sees reality pressing in on him like a devil? And thus makes everything a dualism, a stupid dualism, that wears its heart on its sleeve, where it can't carry the blood to the brain.
46-50, M