when peace and contentment get boring

go looking for new dragons

Aloha dear reader.

Welcome to summer.

How are things?

Here, they are fine.

Perhaps a little too fine.

Aside from worries about aging dogs, parents and my Nanny, I’m relatively content.

The sun is shining.

I’m eating well, getting lots of exercise and I fall asleep with a free mind

I’ve been doing work that I’m proud of.

My kids?

They’re through a few hoops and over some humps.

Life is bereft of drama.

So dear reader, I think it’s now time for me to start using cocaine.

I know what you’re thinking:

Seriously?

Seriously.

I mean how better to throw a fucking monkey wrench into the peace and contentment that I’ve been experiencing lately.

According to Northrop Frye, summer is the time of full bloom, of maximum power - a time of adventure and conquest. Days are longer and heros, facing a defined evil are capable of overcoming the odds and completing great quests.

But ya know what?

It feels like the big quests have been completed.

The dragons have been slain.

Meow?

Meow it feels like a time of harvesting all that I’ve sewn.

Or?

It’s like I need a new dragon to slay.

And to quote Dave Chappelle pretending to be Charlie Murphy: Cocaine’s a hell of a drug.

That would be something epic to fight against eh?

Here’s a note to my mom:

No, I’m not actually contemplating starting a little booger sugar party. Though the days have been hot, I have no interest in Columbian marching powder.

But this restlessness, this inability to just sit and enjoy the fact that things are pretty darn good right now?

That’s a massive struggle, its’ own kind of dragon.

I was walking with a man last week. Let’s call him Charlie - that’s not his name but we’ll use it to protect his identity.

Charlie had on display something I’ve seen in countless men that I’ve worked with - He couldn’t accept that he’s a good guy, people love him and that life is maybe ok.

As we walked and talked it was like he was searching for some other car wreck in his life.

I asked him - Is it really that shitty? Does it have to be? Or maybe, just maybe your judgment of yourself isn’t accurate. Just perhaps you might imagine that this is an old feeling and an old story looking for new excuses to happen?

He couldn’t accept that.

So, I continued, if you’ve decided that you’re a prick and that life has to suck, have you considered developing a cocaine addiction?

He looked at me like I slapped him.

Well, if you’re going to be a miserable prick whose hard on himself, you might as well give yourself a reason to be that way.

Be subversive. Undermine your own desire for self improvement.

Love yourself, you dipshits.