June 02, 2007
Why I blog
Originally published June 11, 2006
What gives you the opportunity to sit on your dead ass and talk to people from all over the world? Blogging does. I can't think of anything else.
I have some big ambitions that I doubt I'll ever fulfill. I want to make another cross-country driving trip, even though getting to the got-dam grocery store and back is a challenge to me now. I want to go to Australia, even though I think the airplane ride would KILL my bony ass today. Plus, if I ever got there, some deadly critter probably would bite me or sting me and give me an agonizing death.
I want to learn to scuba-dive and I want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane with a parachute strapped to my back, just to brag about doing it, if I survive. I want to bounce a grandchild on my knee, dote all over it like a real papaw and spoil the livin' shit out of that child.
I want to take a ride into outer space.
That crap may not happen to me, but I'll settle for second best. And that's blogging. People play half-rubber in Australia today because I sent 'em the rules. Sexy wimmen in Indonesia read me, and send me pictures of their red toenails. Pale, freckled redheads in Ireland visit my blog regularly. Gals AND guys.
Not bad for a Jawja Cracker.
Hi Stevie and Sam,
As Rob's anniversary of his death approaches I would like to say my thanks to you for keeping his blog alive.
He was very much instrumental in the fact that I have a blog and that it is still going.
I have never met him or even spoken to him, yet I miss that man so much.
You had a great Father and Brother.
Thank you for still comin' 'round.
Rob got me started blogging, too.
He became one of my corner stones/building blocks in my recovery from a life that had been beating the ever-lovin' HELL, and spirit, outta me for 25 or so years.
A life not just "enveloped" in depression, but wrapped up by it, and packaged by it tightly and securely enough to have been shipped overseas.
It had been going on for so long, I didn't even know it for what it was anymore.
I hardly ever even went outside...
Let's put it this way... just about the only source of light I had left in my life by the time I found Gut Rumbles that day was the soft glow of the light coming from this moniter.
That "moniter glow" was quickly and permanantly out-shone by the brightest, largest lighthouse beacon I've ever seen.... Rob.
If depression is "the darkness", and it is, then, for me, Rob was/IS "the light".
From finding Gut Rumbles and following Rob's well-marked trail out of Hell, always being able to find his path to follow and having that immense light of his to guide me, PLUS finding the gift of PAUL (Light and Dark), and the many other ancillary treasures to be found here, around or from Rob, I've done it... I made it OUT.
Depression is no longer my constant companion.
It's still around, still wanting to shake me like an earthquake sometimes, especially about Rob, but...
he got me strong enough, soon enough, to fight it and I do.
My life still isn't perfect and how boring would it be if it was, but... I've got an unbreakable handle on it now, thanks to this man.
Rob grabbed me up and blew me away from the first post of his that I read and he's still doing it.
He also somehow managed to give me ME back, and he's still doing that, too...