Put Down The Java!

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Hi!

I hope my wordiness here does not detract you too much from gaining either pleasure or insights. What I write is a marriage of intention, humor, creativity, pleasure, respect, nurture, and love; for example, and not necessarily in that order.

Considerately speaking, I appreciate your support, and for bearing with me. Most of all, I appreciate any positive change which may find you along the way.

- The Z-Man

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June 15th, 2024

A Title, To Embellish

While it may at first appear to maintain little synergy with the article which, naturally, must substantiate it, its relevance may be aroused from numerous angles of context:

• An overindulgence in caffeine and added distractions does not help me at times, particularly when I have a pressing matter at hand, and am trying to act appropriately in multiple directions.

Example: Trying to write whilst simultaneously accommodating a child who is speaking to me; who is sharing their heart and living light and love with me; a child whom I ceaselessly love and adore above all (and through whom pleasure and pain of living and soul sets me to wrangle with the aspects of me I wish to conquer);

• Coffee being something of a demon in itself, where it may provide a pleasure which forsakes and blinds you to the need to find that pleasure in more constructive, world-friendly, being-friendly, ways;
• Through a markedly-humorous light, the pseudo-cartoonish paradigm which may be inferred from (the preceding half of) my first bullet above (at least);

The Footing To Supplant It

As may be evidenced in the above, [an] experience which drives this entry involves the message my outer reputation suggests to the youth who pass about me: the infants and adolescents--and even elder youths--who surround me at work. The fact is, whether explicitly or implicitly, God only knows what message and concurrent actions will arise in the eyes and futures of those innumerable watchers and sponges.

Some [Obvious] Suggestions To Address

• Begin to perceive in full those habits (or derivations thereof) which you long inside to protect our youth from;
• Heal the underlying causes by handling the underlying causations at play, perhaps as an author in publishing a necessary, successive edition of their work (to throw an example out there, simply to see if it sticks);

An Example Which [Portends] It

Of course, an "extreme" example has also helped me here, hinting and nurturing my mind toward a sense of a-not-unfamiliar purpose in my life, and by extension (or in conjunction with) my writing journey: of a needed outlet for my intellect; heart; love; care; empathy; understanding; strength; power; inner light;

Such an example as my perception of possibility demands detailing here:

Three times lately, in a nearby town, someone has messed with my car:

In the first incident (late last week or so) binding a shopping cart to the driver's side door handle using a "lightning cable" (I presume);

In the second, dumping chips over it, and impaling the bag with my rear antenna;

(I won't delve into finding my wipers up after leaving work last night, which may have simply been an honest mistaken based on similar cars in the vicinity)

Finally, in the seeming third so far (again, last night), covering it with slices of cheese and affixing a landmark sticker in the rainbow colors of pride to the trunk (which may or may not, by way of subtlety, be a metaphor in itself...).

Anyway, I was driving away from the location of the future chip incident when I noticed a black car which appeared to be following me (a car whose license plate I matched later that night with the car that then peeled out behind me after said incident, the "assailant" who I had then thought I had effectively lost between the lights and the highway).

Furthermore, due to the "plot-hole" between losing them and their tying the cart to my car at the supermarket earlier (assuming it was them and not some massive coincidence, or a fateful re-merging of our paths), I successively figured that the only way they could have traced me to the supermarket was in organically knowing my location, which I had freely confessed to my friends on Snapchat.

Thus, I figured it was a particular cousin (who openly denied having anything to do with it later on), or one of a few tangent others (whom only by extension would have known my exact location).

As it would be inconsiderate to admit the evidence of potential known suspects explicitly, I will, in effect, describe the late unfolding of my analysis and theorization: that these happenings, and the circumstances driving the core of such behavior, is out of a desperate need for support in the liberation of one's self; of presuming that I--or the natural diamond of our relationship--am simply the channel through which this person is operating (or perhaps persons--of either shared desires, or circumstantial extensions).

Now, again: this is rooted partly in the possibility that the black car in question is responsible for all such incidents, and that it is a close family member or known association committing them.

Nevertheless, I saw it as humorous at first, and at times throughout. Naturally, though, not knowing the party involved brings with it a sense of trepidation, concern, what have you.

Fortunately, I have the plate number and could call it in at any time...

Still...

It is the cheese which is the real pressing concern for me right now...

A Final Note (By Example)

I capped off my bullet points above (no pun consciously intended) with semi-colons simply because I like using them. However, to justify my use, I will suggest that they support a notion that words, and even works as a whole, can only become the sum of their parts, in turn even losing some of the core concepts that accompanied their creation along the way. It is only natural, of course; as bound to nature as the sanctity of the offset of perception between me, the author, and you, the reader;

With that said: what do these words mean to You?