tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588286618702079946.post1931876168192601732..comments2023-08-28T06:19:55.935-07:00Comments on R.S. Bohn: Returned; xTx does not rhyme; What I Want You To Tell Me (and also, not tell me)R.S. Bohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101260459422806220noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588286618702079946.post-80554639801913130572010-07-27T06:33:07.573-07:002010-07-27T06:33:07.573-07:00I cannot, in good conscious, encourage you to say ...I cannot, in good conscious, encourage you to say fuck. However, in naughty conscious, I ask you to please say it more. <br /><br />I used to blog elsewhere and had loads of friends/watchers/followers. I censored myself all the time and put on a happy, non-offensive face. Now I'm here and there are far fewer people reading and I feel free. Lizard brain rules.R.S. Bohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09101260459422806220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588286618702079946.post-9827336360164362442010-07-27T05:44:46.184-07:002010-07-27T05:44:46.184-07:00Hello, I found you from Bryan's blog. Your hon...Hello, I found you from Bryan's blog. Your honesty is disturbingly! refreshing. Ahhhh. There is something so liberating about just saying it. My lizard brain is such a behemoth that when I want to say fuck, it censors me. And it's all downhill from there...<br /><br />Thank you for an insightful post.<br /><br />~<a href="http://thatrebelwithablog.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">that rebel, Olivia</a><br /><br />And Asuqi, omg, your comment. I so empathize.Olivia J. Herrell, writing as O.J. Barréhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01107021392937169669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588286618702079946.post-9844300663655687362010-07-15T14:59:58.832-07:002010-07-15T14:59:58.832-07:00I did a thing that made me feel like I was five be...I did a thing that made me feel like I was five because when I was little I used to save everything. I walked home from work and on the road was a big, green caterpillar being attacked by about twelve ants. It grossed me out and I couldn´t stop watching it and it made me cringe on some profound level so I couldn´t leave. I took a stick and poked the caterpillar because I hoped it was already dead, but it wasn´t and it sort of rolled and swayed pathetically and I saw it from all angles and realised it wasn´t even hurt yet. Then it became my responsibility because now I was aware of its situation and I had the power to change it. I chased away the ants with my stick and in doing so I killed some of them, except it didn´t feel like killing, it felt just like breaking an object and I marvelled at my own ability to side with the caterpillar, to identify so completely with a being I knew nothing about and was really quite repulsed by. Is that who we are? Programmed to solidarize with whoever, whatever is in a vulnerable position? Or was this just a reaction emerging from the naive and undeveloped embryo of empathy that lingers in every human brain and are to be refined in order for us to become mature adults?<br /><br />The last ant had its jaws buried deep in that lush green flesh and it was disgusting, the way it fought, even after I squashed half of it. I was all sweaty when the ants were gone, and stressed out, because I didn´t want to be seen, I felt so embarrassed, and anyone could come at any time. I also needed to move the caterpillar before the ants returned. I tried to lift it with my stick, I didn´t want to touch it, but it saw that as a threat and managed to roll away every time. The stick felt dirty in my hand and I wondered where it had been. I started to become sort of desperate, I was afraid I´d hurt the caterpillar and then it would all have been in vain, and I felt angry with it for being such a stupid, gross thing. Finally I braced myself and lifted it with my hand. It felt just like the caterpillars from my childhood summers, funny, I found them cute then. I threw it in the grass and went home to wash my hands, angry with myself for interfering, angry with the insects for displaying their ugly actions to me. And I wondered if that caterpillar went on to attack and eat someone else.asuqihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05478950013985706858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588286618702079946.post-87997398828110813362010-06-19T12:02:32.020-07:002010-06-19T12:02:32.020-07:00Ahhh--the beach! I can just feel the water and san...Ahhh--the beach! I can just feel the water and sand flowing between my toes! I miss that! <br /><br />You are really refreshed from this minivaca! I can tell, and I am glad you got lost for a few days! It does the mind and body and soul good! <br /><br />And I think the crazies thing I have done lately is race across the pool, on those sterofoam water 'noodles' against my sisters, splashing and hootin and hollering like little girls. It was a blast.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11548668695738571576noreply@blogger.com