5 in a row

I am back. It is a shock but I am getting to post on my favorite post day, Friday. What a Friday it is. It is the 13th. Nothing bad, or unusual, has happened so far. It has all been pretty mundane really. Speaking of which, I got that dinner at the Outlaws coming up. I am stalling.

I actually brought my basketball shoes without the Lad asking. I came to the realization that I would rather shoot hoops with him than sit around watching Jeopardy with my father in law. I do not enjoy the same fucking questions and the grousing.

I had and have the same issue with an old customer of mine, whom I have mentioned. She is the one with the psychosis and seizuer disorder. That is one great combination. Anyway, she continually calls me with her paranoia running amok. There is the fear that she will be arrested for something she has done in the past (like farting and claiming she is having an olfactory hallucination. Man, if I weren't so nice back then. I am much more blunt now, it was retail and I was not about to piss off a customer, even letting one go in my presence. Well, she cuts one, it stinks, but I do not want to embarrass her so I say that I do not smell anything. What? Am I hard of smelling?) As I think about it, it was rather cruel to let her think that she was having olfactory hallucinations.

I had never even thought of olfactory hallucinations. I mean hearing the voices (auditory) sure. Seeing things (visual) absolutely, having dropped acid and done 'shrooms, visual hallucinations can be cool (auditory too, but only to a point). What is next gustatory hallucinations? I am tasting.....(fill in the blank for yourself, as I have so many graphic thoughts on that one, it is like sensory overload).

Anyway, after hearing the same story for about 10 years, I finally put a stop to it. I heard the same old story, and it always ends with "You believe me don't you?" That is a loaded term. It is not so simple. I believe that she has heard the voices saying these things. I do not believe it is anything more than the voices in her head, and those voices are idiots. Yet, she believes them. I guess they drown out the rest of the world. Kind of like my father in law. He puts his faith in a sensory and perceptive system that is and was, as far as I can tell, not trust-worthy.

I would not trust it. Hell, I would not trust any of my Outlaws', including the Wife, sensory and perceptive abilities. They have the knack for pointing out the obvious and never exploring an option or thing that disturbs them or they do not like. Then, they cannot understand why things recur. I guess to the man with a hammer, every problem is a nail.

Anyway, I would rather not have to be annoyed by the loop of bullshit. That is why I have taken to playing ball with the Lad. Besides, he is young enough and short enough that I can still beat him without much effort. That ain't gonna last, so I best enjoy it while I can. I cannot bring myself to foul him hard. I cannot do it to my brother, though I know the feeling is not mutual. That is the price I pay as sensitive older brother and father. I am so fucking noble!

Have an awesome weekend, dudes and dudettes! Ciao!