Twisted Clarifications and Additions

I wanted to step back to my Twisted Traits blog to add another trait, and to clarify one that apparently has people believing I am a morbid person who likes to hang out in coffins.

ADDITIONAL TWISTED TRAIT
-Your idea about food pantries having can throwing donations. -Amanda

CLARIFICATIONS FOR TWISTED TRAITS
-The can throwing thing:

This is one of those instances where knowing me helps make sense of the oddities you might read about me. I've learned to accept my idiosyncratic self as is and to try and make do with the tools I've been given. One of those idiosyncratic tools is the art of throwing heavy objects to release frustration. We all know someone who does, or wants to do this. I like to call these people the "stompers". You know who I'm talking about; your friend or family member that doesn't get his or her way and stomps wildly in a tantrum! Had they a heavy object to throw, they could very well be aiming at your head!

So, I have a brilliant [or so I think] idea! A food pantry could set up a "throwing booth" where "stompers" such as myself could come, pay a dollar, bring a can, and hurl it as hard as possible at some cushioned backdrop! It serves three very valid purposes! One is the obvious release of frustration by said "stomper". Two is the donation of canned goods. Three, the food pantry also gets a monetary donation. So, tell me how this is a bad idea?

-The coffin thing:

I do not lay down every night and pretend I'm hanging out in a coffin.

Sometimes when I lay down at night smitten with an inane bout of insomnia, I go through thousands of thoughts. And when I lay just right with my hands folded this way or that, I start to think that I must look like I'm laying in a coffin, which leads to thinking about dead bodies and what it might feel like to be in the coffin with that frilly white pillow puffed up around my decaying corpse painted and modeled just so for everyone to see, and stuck that way for eternity. When I say "I like to lay in bed and position myself in various "coffin positions" to see what would seem a best way to rest forever"; I don't mean to make it sound like I have the time of my life and that I would even do this often, because that is not the case; but in terms of major bouts of insomnia, it is just one of those odd and perhaps twisted things that I do. I also honestly believe everyone does this, or has done this at least once in his or her life (especially children after first seeing a loved one in a coffin). If not, you will now!

Another Crazy Dream ...

I couldn't get to my computer fast enough this morning to blog this dream.

I have to give you some history. Friday, April 25, 2008 at around 7:30 a.m. Chris' very good friend, Denny Gipson died of a massive heart attack. Denny was a guy that would do anything for anyone. Not one of those guys that said he would and then didn't come through, but really a genuine guy that would complain about everything, but all the while still completing a promise to some one. He had a lot of friends, a lot of people that miss him now very much. A lot of these people were at his funeral. This I believe is where my dream takes place.

In this dream, for most of the time, I couldn't go anywhere as though I was locked in place required to watch from a stationary position. I didn't feel constrained in any way, but I knew I couldn't move from my location. I also felt flowy and light, almost as though the air where breezy and I were very relaxed. I never once felt anything other than comfort in this dream. The dream appeared as though I was looking through another persons eyes. Most things were in black and white. I (or this person I was looking through) was, as I mentioned, at a funeral. I believe I was the deceased person, whom I believe was Denny. I could see everyone that came to visit, no one was mourning though, everyone appeared happy, solemn, but happy. I saw everyone that was actually at Denny's funeral! This was in black and white remember ... but I would get flashes of color, and in these brief flashes, the moods of everyone changed to a very upsetting mood where everyone was crying or concerned. Towards the end of the dream, I felt as though I was getting smaller, or perhaps moving away from the people although I wasn't really moving. People began saying "good bye", "we love you", "sweet dreams", "it's okay friend", "you're so sweet", among other nice sentiments. People put their hands out and I held them, although I don't think the people knew I was holding their hands as I couldn't really feel them, I just knew I was holding them. The people began to fade and while I could still sometimes see them, they were fuzzy until the dream was just over. There was no big ending, it was just over.

Denny

It's been a long weekend, and it's only Saturday at 11pm. Yesterday a good friend of Badger's died from a heart attack. It's sad to see this happen to such a great person and to his family. Denny was an awesome guy that I am sure went unthanked too many times and never knew how much he meant to some people. Life is way too short!