Running On Empty

“Work hard for what you want because it won’t come to you without a fight. You have to be strong and courageous and know that you can do anything you put your mind to. If somebody puts you down or criticizes you, just keep on believing in yourself and turn it into something positive.” – Leah LaBelle

Running On Empty


Days pass and years go by, then I realize, I’m getting older. This isn’t a brilliant discovery but as I age, the days seem to whisper louder about my mortality and the lack of energy to do what I normally could do is most evident. If I can sense physical fatigue, what about mental fatigue? I struggle with severe mental issues (peruse my blog and you’ll see it plainly) which result in the weird trait of arguing with people who aren’t there. Not arguing with a vision, but rehearsing in my mind what was said and what I should or shouldn’t have said. I spend an hour or so cussing people out and yelling at them when they have long left the building. In the same way, I’ll rehearse an embarrassing or shameful moment over and over in my head years after the fact. These all drain away mental and emotional energy, the ability to take of the here and now. There is a finite amount of emotion and mental convolutions that I’m able to bear. After my resources are exhausted, depression rushes in to fill the void. An apathy and usually a self destructive habit looms in the setting sun of my mind and pulls me out of the thoughts and into another hellish position.

The answer? I stop when I find myself talking to someone who isn’t there, or for that matter, who doesn’t care what I think. I stop thinking about the embarrassing moments and faux pas that crowd my mind. Then I take my antidote and think about the something that doesn’t drain me, but encourages and fills me with hope, things that are wise and spiritual. Not necessarily all holy and Jesus things, but mainly wisdom and advice I’ve gleaned from searching for escapes from the insane asylum in my head. For instance, there are places and I’ll paraphrase, in the bible where God has said, “don’t be afraid of their faces or what they say, and I’ll be with you.” Instead of thinking about an insult said to me, or about how I really screwed up this or that, I think about how my Big Daddy (my affectionate term for God) is going to help me through this and give me a decent life. That’s how I’m learning to walk instead of crawl out of anguish. Peace my friends, it’ll work out for you, don’t stop trying, don’t stop believing.

Really? Did I do that…?

“The difference between chirping out of turn and a faux pas depends on what kind of a bar you’re in”Wilson Mizner

It happens. Giving life my best effort, I managed to shoot myself directly in the foot. Why’s it like this? I do really well, making incredible advances, then I do something so frigging stupid. This is my habit all my life, like a social Tourette’s syndrome, I’ll be totally cool and then I’ll twitch, cuss, drool, or some other weird obliteration of myself manifests. I’m as shocked as those around me, feeling shame burn a coat on my face with a shade of red. Then the real torture starts, my mind replaying the event, hoping for some redemption from my faux pas. No peace manifests in these late night meetings of my heart and soul, just an ache in my gut, a hurting head, and a loathing to be around those who saw my screw up. That was then, this is now. To hell with this feeling. I’m comfortable with my flaws, faults, and idiosyncrasies. I don’t give a rip what THEY think, because, I know for damn sure if I look hard enough, I’m going to see wild shit manifesting in their life. I lay down my self-flagellation cat-o-nine, go straight up to that embarrassing moment and laugh my ass off. “Forewarned is forearmed“, if you see me laughing hysterically for no reason….it’s probably because I just made a very perfect ass out of myself.