Rossz Csillag Alatt Született…

…represents a kind of Cosmic Watergate, for me personally.  That’s all I’m going to say about that, for now.  It’s time for a little bit of the ol’ introverted therapy, by way of free form thought, shared for all the world to see and judge.

Thirty-eight summers in, and I’m busier than the dickens with all kinds of non-monetary gains worth of shit.  Sing along with me:

It’s the eye of the tiger
It’s the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger

I’ve finally made office (Sergeant at Arms) in my union by way of “special selection”, and I’m looking at a possible three year term, if not booted out after elections in May.  I’m also half way through my third term as Vice President of the Hispanic Firefighters Association of Newark, NJ.  Both probono publico positions fill my life with that extra helping of stress and internal anguish which serves as my fuel.  For a person who lives for solitude, games of solitaire, Jenga (alone), and Memory/Concentration, I sure do like to contradict myself with extreme, external involvement.

Division.  Division destroys empires.  I debated with people today about the perils of division, and after a lengthy (and loud) discussion, the general consensus was divided.  Do you see what I’m talking about?

Engagement for the better good.  Along the way, you’re made to be the enemy, the narcissist, the asshole.  I do it nonetheless as a mechanism to engage less when I don’t have to.  Does that make any sense?

In closing, all of 2014 was my own personal Öngyilkos Vasárnap.  No one sang it better than Billie Holiday.  Look it up.