Mcons Mind

This weekend past I had for the first time in my life what you might call a close call. My wife and I while driving to Fredericton, Newfoundland, (just outside of Gander) hit a moose on the highway. For those of you that don't know what a moose is (My American friends mostly...) - think of a deer on steroids. (Seriously, we are talking 1500lbs vice 300 and think 6-7 feet high at the shoulder vice 4)  Also think broad, thick and heavy like the feller on the left here except when he stands next to your car he is taller than it by almost a foot. Hairy with bone antlers... you have the idea. Him big, heavy and tough and sturdy. Now we are both OK. A bit of skillful and cautious driving, along with watchful eyes, helped to insure that the vehicle contacted the rather large animal at a relatively low speed once we caught sight of him coming out of the woods on the non-lighted highway.  More than anything we scared the shit out of him(and us) and bashed up the car. (6-...

My brother a few years back gave to me an expression that I will forever carry with me. The expression is "It's a Hamburger". It means that an issue or event is not something that is worth your time, because it wasn't worth someone else's time earlier although they are making alot of noise now  - as if it was important. Bear with me if you will, while I tell the story of its origin and it will make more sense. My brother and a friend of his (We will call him Bill) go to a popular burger joint and go to the counter to order. They place their orders with my brother's order being very specific, something like, "extra tomatoes, no lettuce and easy on the mustard, make the bacon crispy.." They collect their orders and go and sit down to eat their food. My brother, upon unwrapping his food, is dismayed that it is not in compliance with the specific instructions he left with the clerk at the counter. He begins to express his displeasure to his friend th...

 A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.  William Shakespeare. I am a difficult person to get along with at times. I know this. I am not intentionally difficult, but I am seen by some as that way. I am often vocal about how I feel, I am sometimes openly expressive about what I think, and I have great deal of difficulty in keeping my reactions in check at times. I often respond too quickly to things.  I am also very sensitive to the things that people say and do, though I don't always share that publicly. (I am more prone to simply react and not explain why...)  My ADHD also makes it difficult in interacting with others as they see some of my behaviors as inappropriate, rude, or just plain insensitive. Now while I try to avoid being seen as this way, I often cannot keep it in check.  I am resigned to this as my reality. (Don't think of this as a lame...

I came to the decision long ago that I do not believe in a god.  Any god. Now in and of itself that's not a big deal, lots of people don't believe. But what gets me is how hard it is to not believe. Hard in the sense that others can't seem to accept that you don't believe. They treat you as confused, or lost. They say quaint little things like, "Well when you get older you might change your mind." or "you say that now". They seem to assume it's a phase your going through and they have troubling accepting that you don't accept. They fail to see that they are the ones without proof of what they believe, and seem to pity you for not being willing or able to accept what they believe. It is as if your insistence for proof is a failing of some sort on your part. It isn't. IN every other facet of the world people insist on evidence, yet when it comes to their immortal soul they are willing to bet on an unproven fairy tale.  There is a  complet...

What the Hell is Normal? I have come to the conclusion we need to strike some words from our vocabulary because they perpetuate a lie upon all of society. Normal should be the first to go. There is no such thing as normal. I spent most of my childhood life wanting to be "normal."  (I'm ADHD) Normal for me it seems,  is not the same as normal for others.         I was not a bad kid. I mean, I liked to do and play at the same stuff as other kids in my school, but for reasons I still struggle with, why was I the one always in trouble? For some reason I always took things a little farther, to far apparently.  I was the one that got strapped in school every year,  and even multiple times every year!! (yes, it was allowed, and yes it was practiced.)  I was the one in detention. Strangely though I also got Straight A's when I wanted to and won speak-offs when I was so inclined and interested in doing it. In the same year I was on the sc...

 I need to clarify  why I am posting this. I had posted earlier but temporarily took it down as a result of a request by a family member. I am now re-posting it as an attempt to honor the man that was my father. I did not post this to "out" my dad's illness though if I am doing that, then so be it. Mental illness is far too misunderstood and should not be made to hide in the shadows nor cause shame or embarrassment to family members.  Additionally, I do not feel I am betraying my Father's privacy as anyone who had met and interacted with my father for more than a passing moment would know there was something different about him. I believe to understand why I see my Father, and both of my parents for that matter, as having achieved greatness, you must know and understand what they lived with and overcame. "The kids" unlike most families were my parents least concern and challenge. For my siblings I hope you can understand why I need to say thes...