Mars is the only planet solely inhabited by robots.
Yesterday Mike Rhyner and Greg Williams of the old Hardline on The Ticket reunited on radio, on The Freak. I didn’t get a chance to listen to any of it, but found the segments for download on iHeartRadio.
I wonder why Amazon Prime and Deion Sanders have never worked together. Maybe it’s too on the nose. For the last three months when I go grocery shopping, I’m surprised to see him on a bag of nothing Doritos. I promise it’s him and I’m not confusing him with Ezekiel Elliot.
Within the last two or three years of the end of my marriage, I bought a back-scratcher. It’s not a big deal to most, but it was for me. I became uncomfortable asking my wife to do the smallest of things, like scratching my back. It was often hard to ask her to do stuff because she responded in a way that made me feel as if I was bothering or inconveniencing her. Often I would think that this is the best that life has to offer, and I shouldn’t be judgmental. I should just be accepting of any perceived shortcoming and focus on what I liked best about her. It’s weird thinking you will have to spend a lifetime putting up with that and then be freed of it. Though, freedom wasn’t what I was seeking. I didn’t want to be adored, just appreciated, and I never felt that way around her. I tried to talk to her about it. She denied she acted in such a way to make me feel like that, and never did anything to help make things better. I felt like I forgave her and chalked it up as something she just wasn’t capable of doing and something I shouldn’t expect out of her.
One time at a church event, I heard someone’s wife talk about her decision to go to a certain university and how she regretted it from time to time. But ultimately, she’d say, if she didn’t go, she would have never met the love of her life. Every time I saw her, I thought what an appreciative wife she was. Then, slowly realize, and begrudgingly accept, I’ll never have that with what I have. Again, my focus was to overlook that and be appreciative of other things in my relationship.
When I ran across this tweet yesterday, it reminded me of how my ex made me feel neglected. I felt I was third on her priority list, right behind her family and Baylor University. I’m not joking.
This made me laugh.
Here’s a snippet from the Bono interview held at the National Cathedral in Washington D.C. I wonder what it must have been like for the singer to sing in front of the person who wrote and is most well known for singing the song. Granted, MLK is the most well known of U2 songs. That song does something to me that most songs don’t. It makes me just stop down and do that whole “Be still and know that I’m God” sorta thing. Instead of singing along and looking forward to the chorus or whatnot, it makes me feel very present.https://twitter.com/OrlitaGabrielle/status/1599977129487519744
