Escapes

We all have them, mine is in my blog, for some with food, or TV or running, or for some in virtual worlds. We all get lost in them in one way or another. Lately I’ve found myself lost in mine. With the state of the economy, people losing jobs or being laid off for what ever lame reason. You can’t pay for your bills like you used to or keep up that house payment it puts stress on a lot of us. Some glide right on through and some are really struggling.
Its easy to think about “me” how “I” feel, how this is going to affect “me” and we forget about “others” or “him” or “her“. Be it the latest in gossip or the new hateful word slung their way. how it apparently just rolls off the tongue with ease and with no care. Its amazing to me to think some people can be so heartless and careless of others feelings. Even if its for someone you never really met. When someone slaps you with a heartless gesture do you ever wonder if they actually feel that way or is it peer pressure forcing them to say it? I wonder, I wonder about a lot of things.
Sunday I saw my Mom cry again, she doesn’t cry that much and she didn’t then. Only a sad face and a few tears, which she quickly wiped away. “he looks so bad” She has a tender heart and a giving frame of mind. She doesn’t show much in emotions, big on hugs and kisses and says “I love you” every chance she has. Avoids confrontations when she can, even if it’s with my stupid ass hole of a Pops. The epitome of unconditional love. She cried because she saw the hurt in my great uncles face Sunday at the funeral of his wife. He of course was high on Valium, “I’m high as a Georgia Pine”. I had to laugh, she teared up but I pulled my best Jacks impression and made her giggle
Of course this isn’t where I’m going on this its just a ramble for me. I sat last night thinking about her and others, sort of my way of worrying. You ever think of the kids in St Judes Hospital? Or anyone in the hospital trying to recover from some disease. The pain and agony they go through daily, hourly by the minute. The tubes and needles and sickness of everyday life, just to get by to make it another day. I’m not talking about hunger, or being alone, I’m talking about people here in the US suffering daily.
It bothered me to think about it, and we whine about petty grievances and arguments, what so and so has and you don’t. It just at that moment in time seemed so small and insignificant to me. I don't know where I'm going on this and it may appear to be a mush of words flowing out endlessly. Maybe I should be so happy to be able to jump up and post about others complaints.