Thoughts on Diversions

I'm not smoking or drinking on your property," the homeless guy said to an inattentive audience of five in the fast food joint in town this morning. "I just need a place to sleep." He then went off on a long tirade. Usually, in his lucid moments, he is quiet or talks to himself softly. I surmised that he was upset about a recent experience, perhaps just a couple of hours earlier. So, he was re-enacting the confrontation. He's grubby looking, but clean. In fact, I wasn't sure if he was homeless. Now, I know. "You've got a home. Go home!"

Typical Sane Hottie

Diversions (i.e., distractions) are necessary to maintain sanity and remain in denial of death. That what Ernest Becker labeled the "vital lie." So, I have spent the last few years stripping away all diversions. I am left only with my mortality to deal with. Yet, I have not been able to come to grips with death.

In reviewing my thoughts on life expectancy, I became somewhat unglued. I am at the fringe of what I call the "downhill slide." Five years to go, then ... I shudder to think. I don't need to rely on my imagination, though. Moms and my sister-in-law keep me up-to-date with the latest senior citizen news, although it's more like the obituaries. As you may recall, my sister-in-law is a caregiver to senior citizen clients. So, I am apt to hear about who keeled over, who succumbed to senility, and so forth.

Can I reinstate a few benign diversions? I think not. Once the folly of diversions is exposed, there's no turning back. There's no way to return to ignorance. No more denial.

Natasha Vega Mini-Update®
Hurdy-gurdy hottie Natasha Vega (refer to the "blog" posting titled, "Ode to Natasha Vega") has returned after a long hiatus. Baby is looking mighty fine, too. Coincidentally, many of the dead torrents of her video clips have come back to life. I was able to restore the essentials library of her finest work.