Sometimes...There Is Just Not Enough Wine

Whine that title out...puh-lease.  This is not pretty.

C'mon hasn't that happened to you?  Finish a bottle of wine, want more but realize that you've had too much to drive and the liquor store is closed anyway?
OK so maybe I'm strange.

But, I am also watching, Old Yeller.  That's right, best doggone dog in the west.  I AM a masochist.  I know how this movie ends.  We borrowed it from the library on VHS and my Mom, Erik, Sonja and I sobbed watching it.  But I just can't resist.  I'm feeling nostalgic tonight.

If we could be more honest about life, feelings, all kinds of things, I believe that our stress would melt away. But, I'm lucky.

I'm poor.  No, really I'm under the poverty limit.  But the thing is, I don't care.  I'm managing in a way I've never managed before.  In this poverty that I'm experiencing, I've been learning so much about life and I'm being taught about truths that cannot be learned or taught in a class or from a book.

And what does all this mean?   Well, that is the million dollar question isn't it?

Here's my thinking:  Most art, true, gut-wrenching art(music, writing, painting) comes from folks who've been through the worst in life.  You know why?

Those people are so in tune with the emotions needed to create, the intense variation of life.

Most artists that I know, do not live off their parent's credit cards, or abundance.  Most great artists struggle to be able to have the time and space to create.  Most have day jobs that they barely tolerate just so they can have the right head space to create...Artists do it because the have to...there is no other choice.

Kind of like animal-lovers.  We can't help but have cats and dogs because our lives are not complete without them.  And see I observe my own age-group.  We've been handed a heck of a lot of things from our parents and have gotten used to a comfortable life.  Sure there are so many things stacked against us too, not as many opportunities, inflation, higher taxes, incredibly high student loans...

Where the heck am I going with this?  Too much wine, but not enough.
Aw what the hell...I'm getting involved with Ole Yeller.  Everything comes down to impressions,
 he's an ugly yeller dog
But hey, he ain't an ugly yeller dog, he's a purty yeller dog.


Someone's ugly yeller dog might be another's purty yeller dog.  And this is how I feel about the creative world...hell, this is how I feel about love.

My man might be an ugly yeller dog to you, but maybe he's a purty yeller dog to me.

But who cares?  Impressions, social media spinning.  For the USA the country of individuality, there seems to be an awful lot of conformity.

Cause in the end aren't we all just going to catch Ebola and shit ourselves to death?

Or contract some Hydry-phoby.

I really hope that no animals were harmed in the making of this film, Disney corporation....