Anyone that tells you they are not afraid at some point, is a liar.
This is so painfully true.
It is hard to find people in this world who will try to understand just what PTSD is, let alone how it impacts your life. Even people who love you are apt to know more about the president’s dog than PTSD. Even if they read up on it, they may not understand it in an empathetic way since it is not something they experience. There are days that I feel more understood by the cat than a dear friend. (Of course, this is anthropomorphism — but heh, whatever gets me through the day… 😉 ) But, here at WordPress, I can find others who walk my path — who “get it” — because they are walking it too. It may not be PTSD, but instead depression, anxiety, OCD, DID, bi-polar disorder, or any number of mental and emotional health challenges. But, we can understand each other because we have…
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Bobby stood in the doorway of the parlor and heaved a long sad sigh.
Miss Jenny and Paul were watching Password.
Paul looked up at Bobby, “What’s the password Bobby?”
Miss Jenny: “You had to go an’ play with it, didn’t ya?”
“No, Miss Jenny! I swear!’
Steve stormed into the parlor, his face flushed with rage: “Miss Bobby! My boss told me today that he had proof from your boss that you an’ me are queer!”
“Pictures is the only proof!’ snapped Bobby. “An’ if Nestor took pictures they will show him for queer too!’
Paul suppressed a grin. His eyes twinkled: “It doesn’t do to screw your boss, Bobby.”
Steve sat, dumbfounded: “Here I go getting you a job—an’ look what you do. I’m fired!” Steve pointed at Bobby. “You’re a disaster!”
Bobby: “You should talk about disasters with that music you listen to.”
Bobby did a mocking impersonation of Karen Carpenter: “jesssst like meeeeeh, they long to beeeeeh, close tew yeeeeeeeeew…aeeeeeeewwwww! If you listened to the Moody Blues you’d realize that nothing on this planet matters!”
“In theory,” said Paul.
Miss Jenny stared at Bobby in shock. “Bobby? This is the only planet we live on an’ on this planet we need money.”
Bobby decided to change the subject. “What did you do today, Paul?”
“I spent most of it consoling Steve.”
Bobby rolled his eyes: “You’re good at consolation.”
“Not as good as you at providing reasons for it.”
Bobby plead his case: “Nestor is lying! I swear I didn’t do nothin!”
Miss Jenny and Paul hovered over the inconsolable Steve.
Bobby was over it. “If folks is gonna bad mouth me I’m leavin’’
And when no one tried to stop him he did.
Story and image (c) Rob Goldstein 2016 All Rights Reserved
Flickr Wednesday: Adianna Price
I’m especially honored to showcase the photography of an online friend that I met in Second Life in 2010.
At that time I had just begun to play with composition and Adianna kindly looked at my work and gave me pointers.
She also encouraged my work on Flickr by leaving comments and inviting it into groups.
So this week I’m pleased to showcase the photography of my friend Adianna Price.
She makes wonderful photos in Second Life and in life.
And she is a loyal friend.