Redneck Shaman

This one is my soul cat.  She is supposed to belong to my son, but all parents know what happens to the animals when the kids move out.  What was theirs, is now yours.  If only it worked that way with their video games. I think this one has always owned me, though.  When I went to the shelter to check the cats out, there were a bunch of little kittens running around on the floor.  I couldn't get the attention of any of them. This one here was the only little baby in a cage.  And boy did she try and get my attention.  She mewed and mewed, stretched up in the cage and tried to get to me.  I stuck my finger in the cage, and she rubbed on me and was mewing up a storm.  It was love at first sight. I looked at the attendant and said, "I think she's picking me."  He had this grin on his face that I didn't quite understand.  It wasn't a grin of agreement, it was more like "you poor sucker". Little did I know what I was getting myself in for.

Aching arms, wet face, broken heart.

I am here to tell you that mailboxes must have magnets in them.  It seems I cannot drive past one without it flinging itself at my truck and then falling to the ground.  Not without inflicting damage also. I suppose it could be my magnetic personality. Carports seem to want to attach themselves to my truck as well.  One time I had one clinging so hard to my truck, crying plaintively, please don't go! Damn near ripped my front bumper off trying to get away from that one. Then there are trash cans.  Those must be suicidal.  I had one throw itself behind my truck every Monday morning for about 3 months.  Luckily I am skilled enough that I was able to not murder it.

Everybody hurts people.  I was thinking about this last night.  Everybody hurts people. Name one person that has never hurt an individual and I'll call you a liar to your face. We hurt the ones we love the most.  Why this is I haven't been able to fathom yet. I think it has to do with expectations. It's the intentional hurt that hurts the most.  I don't understand how people can be so deliberate and targeted with their hurtfulness. That being said, everybody hurts people.  It's a part of life.  It's how you react when you are hurt, or when you realize you have done the hurting that measures you as a person.

I hurt people.  It's what I do.  Just ask anybody that knows me.  This is your only warning. Everybody.  There are no exclusions to this rule.  Just so you know.  I will say something that hurts you.

I'm told it's customary and polite to make your first post an introductory one. So, here goes.  Hi!  I'm Kasey.  I'm full of shit ninety-nine percent of the time.  It's the one percent that I'm not that should worry you. We are here to explore the human condition.  By that, I mean all the things that all of us think or worry about. Life, love, death, the pursuit of happiness...all that good stuff.  There is no right and wrong, only possibilities. Pull up a chair, the bar is always open, smoke some smoke if that's your thing and enjoy the ride. Oh, and welcome!