my careless contagion

Holiday Road is synonymous with the National Lampoon movies, as it was was created for the original film's soundtrack and ended up on the rest. I recall watching the original couple movies as a kid. They were a bit raunchy, but I'm sure some of that was edited out, as we watched on network TV. I wouldn't let my kid watch them today. How times change.  No one cared what we did back then. Maybe should just speak for myself. Did anyone even know what we were doing? Generation X is sort of the lost generation, sons and daughters of Baby Boomers who were busy enjoying their lives and ignoring the fact they had kids. I was a latch-key kid, independent and resourceful. As I got older, I realized I missed out on a lot by being raised that way. How would I have turned out had I had a loving, tight family instead of being raised by wolves?  It's not that my family didn't love me, it's just that they erased that love with their harsh words and behavior. I am a strong perso...

Warning! This is a long post but worth it. Before I begin, let me say a few words. No one knows who wrote this. I will explain what it means to me at the end.  Judge Gently  Pray don't find fault with the man who limps or stumbles along the road, unless you have worn the shoes he wears, or struggled beneath his load, there may be tacks in his shoes that hurt, though hidden away from view, or the burden he bears, placed on your back, might cause you to stumble, too. Don't sneer at the man who's down today, unless you have felt the blow that caused his fall or felt the shame that only the fallen know. You may be strong; but still the blows that were his, if dealt to you in the selfsame way, at the selfsame time, might cause you to stagger, too. Don't be too harsh with the man who sins, or pelt him with word or stone, unless you are sure, yea doubly sure, that you have no sins of your own; for you know, perhaps if the tempter's voice should whisper as softly to you as ...

Stability. Never had it. Not in my friendships. Not in my relationships. Not in my dwelling places. Not in my head. Nor in the pit of my stomach.  I know. The only thing in life that stays the same is change. I've become really good at adapting to new situations. I guess that's the upside. I've written about this before. So why am I writing about it again? Because I've moved again. This makes five times in less than five years I've moved. And I count about 15 total moves in my lifetime. I just want some stability. I want to settle down. But I know myself. I'll quickly get bored with that, too. I've mentioned my ADHD-type behaviors before in my post about closed captions (I think), but, honestly, this time I didn't want to move. And I prayed about it, asking for a specific thing to happen and it did, and now here I am. The counterpoint of my ADHD behavior seems to be my OCD stuff, which is an overcompensation for lack of control, I think. I used...