The Rest – The Surgery – A Reflection

These little reflections The Rest and The Surgery were authored by Akiane kramarik between the ages of 7-11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Six Page 237 – “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

The featured image I choose for this reflection is yours truly your little blogger crazy enough to taste a very large candy gobstopper…Gosh I have such a sweet tooth…Terrible actually…I bought this massive gobstopper as part of a fourth of July candy package for my son…My son did not want this very large gobstopper…I’ll be darned if that was me at the age of twelve I would be all over that gobstopper with my sweet tooth tongue…Ha Ha…Anyway suffice it to say I had to experience this massive gobstopper jawbreaker candy…It is sweet but not overly sweet and the only way to eat that monstrous candy is to lick it…So lick it I did to my hearts content…I added a boredom buster section to my growing You Tube channel which is really a rather large variety show…I created a photo from my you tube clip where it appears that I am a cyclops a candy loving cyclops…I will share with my readers my boredom busters at the end of this reflection…One of my boredom busters is a seriously silly song that I warn my viewers to not do outside of your home such as in public and never ever sing my silly song if you are going to see your therapist today or any time soon…I hope you enjoy my seriously silly sense of humor…Life is too short to be sad all the time and I refuse to let life get me down…Being an adult can be very boring so I try to lighten the burden…I will be forty eight years old soon and I will never lose my love of sweet stuff…I will now quote from Akiane’s reflections…In The Rest Akiane writes…”one can be lost with the rest”…I left out the opening part of this reflection…In The Surgery Akiane writes…”The surgery for the loneliness”…I left out the last portion of that short reflection…To build the mystery so as to encourage my readers to purchase your own copy of Akiane’s amazing book of prose and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes for purposes of a review which I am doing in the form of this series of reflections…When I reflect on Akiane’s short reflections what Akiane is saying is that when we look to others and see that others have more than we have such as being a homeowner or having things that we do not have we can become sad or forlorn and by comparing ourselves to others we can get lost in a sea of sadness or sorrows such as woe is me for I am not rich etc…We can get lost in the process of trying to keep up with the Joneses or the Kardashians….The Kardashians have done very well and I admire their strength and ability to thrive in a world gone mad…I like that the Kardashians do a lot of good by helping the down trodden and the under privileged which I think is awesome…I have no desire whatsoever to even try to keep up with the amazing trail blazers the Kardashians truly are…I have no idea who the hell the Joneses are and as such I have nothing to compare to since in my nebula the Joneses never even existed…Meanwhile many of us know of and love the Kardashians…Love em or hate em the Kardashians are hard to keep up with and are fearless trailblazers…It is far to easy to compare ourselves to others…It also far too easy to fall short in our own minds by believing that we can never measure up to the trailblazers in our world…When Akiane writes about The Surgery For The Loneliness to me the reader of her amazing reflections…Akiane talks about ways of dealing with or coping with being lonely that can help lighten the burden of being lonely…For example, I am a blissfully single mother…That being said I experience being lonely I sure do…There are times in my own humanity I shed tears of sorrow over being lonely…I had to cut out horrible people from my past life who proved to be false friends and toxic family members who were a nightmare to deal with…By so doing I had to start fresh…Make a fresh start…Well at this stage of my life it is not easy to make new friends and I am inclined to shy away from ever wanting to try to make new friends because I bear the scars of hurt years of hurt from false friends and toxic family relations…There are times when I do feel like I have nothing left to live for as nobody really wants or needs anything I have to offer…I do have a lot of love to give but no man on earth wants my love so I keep to myself…For fear of being hurt and for fear of another bad love story of false love…I have had enough false love experiences to last many life times…I could have many pity parties too but I refuse to do that…Instead I apply myself to the completion of these reflections and my you tube channel both of which are hobbies of mine…I also found a part time job that I really do enjoy as most of my callers are awesome…Some of my callers are village idiot dip shits who get involved with married men or married women and for some crazy reason expect these ones to leave their marriage beds to live with these idiots…Seldom does that ever happen in reality…One woman a caller I truly care about tried to blame me for not picking up on the dark energy of her lover…A married man who turned out to be a womanizer…No surprise there I mean he was banging her and his wife and another older woman on the side whom his lover witnessed him being with at least twice at one of the local bars…My response to this caller was emotional because I am an empath…I said I am sorry I do not read stupid I do not do stupid and I warned you in your previous call to me not to get involved with a married man…I said you then then call me to place the burden of blame on me for your own stupidity….I said I do not read dark energy so the fact that he is a womanizer escaped me…I said you stated you witnessed your lover out with this other woman one time before then recently then you call me to blame me…I said why do you allow yourself to be played a fool?…I said for what it is worth this is stupid and I do not read stupid…I further stated that “I am sorry this man played you for a fool because he is clearly not sorry for doing that to you so I will say it”…My poor caller God love her and God help her she broke down in tears not due to anything I did wrong for she knew I was right and that I cared enough to tell her so…She cried because she said “there are no decent men left only stupid ones and that is why I do stupid”…She said it is all stupid…Fair enough I respect her honesty I really do and I once more apologized to her for what her lover did to her…I felt so strongly for my poor caller who hung up in tears…Tears that I never caused tears caused by her own stupidity…You do stupid you get stupid…I will quote from one of my very favorite movies called Forrest Gump…”Stupid is as stupid does” -Forrest Gump – I love that genius movie and the creators of that movie made a ton of money not only from the movie but from the sale of merchandise and restaurants that opened up such as Bubba Gump Shrimp Restaurant which I ate at with my son during our time at the Mall of America a mammoth size mall in Minnesota…I love the craze that went on for a time when Forrest Gump was running through different parts of the USA…I thought that was brilliant and very entertaining…Back to my poor caller…I give that woman credit for owning the fact that she was so desperate for a man God help her and God love her that she settled for stupid….I wrote a song titled I Refuse inspired by my caller and others like her…Where in a Mystical way I declare my independence from taking on the Mystical burden as an empath of stupidity and dumb ass’d mistakes made by what I call both male and female bitches…No offense intended by the way to my caller whom I care about and whose honesty I respect…This song called I refuse is a Mystical work of art addressing stupidity a burden I refuse to bear or carry…Never call your psychic which is what I am on a part time basis and blame him or her for your own stupidity…To remedy for being lonely I keep myself very busy…In the mornings I am up bright and early and I listen to music like Lady Gaga…Lady Gaga is very theatrical that woman knows theater she has got that show business down…Lady Gaga’s songs can end badly as in Telephone and some of her other genius crazy songs…Lady Gaga has so much energy I get tired watching that woman perform on stage for her crazy videos…Lady Gaga has wowed many in our world with her amazing talent and her wow is not lost on me…When listening to Lady Gaga’s very entertaining songs Lady Gaga will then sing a softer song and other styles of songs that floors me…That woman has got some serious raw talent…Nah I am not thrilled that Lady Gaga sings that she is in love with Judas that is one crazy song…But Lady Gaga knows her songs are crazy and this genius woman leverages and capitalizes on crazy…Then Lady Gaga will wow me and others like me with songs like I’ll Never Love again and other such songs that are very different than her other more theatrical crazy songs…Lady Gaga has my respect and I enjoy listening to Lady Gaga in the mornings…Thank you Lady Gaga for wowing me with your amazing performances and I have no idea how you do it all or where your amazing energy comes from…This is my way of saying hats off to Lady Gaga…Yes if you ever stay at my house expect to wake up to me listening to Lady Gaga songs like Telephone while I cook breakfast do laundry and run my dishwasher…Mornings are my happy music cooking and chore time…Then after that I get to work for my part time job…And in between my part time job and cooking and cleaning I care for my son and make sure he is doing ok…I do not have time for pity parties…Now I will change the subject as I am wont to do and share with you my readers that I do look out for my neighbors…I have a short story to share so here goes…

Who is truly looking out for you???

You know many today say they are looking out for you and we often want to believe what is said…Well in my world talk is cheap words mean nothing to me…Words are to someone like nothing but baa baa baa like bleating from lost sheep…Baa Baa Baa….My reply is this Vah! Vah! Vah!…Show me by your actions not by your words that you truly are looking out for ones like me…Otherwise my message is STFU Vah! Vah! Vah! shut the fuck up and go home or back to the den from whence you came…That being said I have a neighbor who is a young father…He is a very good father and he is in a bit over his head but otherwise a very good dad…Well one evening I heard a loud cry and at that time I had no idea that my neighbor who is a very quiet and nice neighbor is a father…I heard what sounded like a baby crying so I checked it out sure enough…A baby was crying and daddy was shouting shut up…Fair enough children cry and from my limited knowledge of my neighbor I knew that dad to be a decent man…So I said the best thing I can do for my neighbor is to mind my own business and let the baby cry after all babies do cry…And to let the daddy work out how to calm his child down whom I know that young father loves…Well sure enough in a short time both father and child were calm and all was quiet and well…A few days later I would see this young father coming and going getting groceries and doting on his very cute toddler…I said hi a few times and told that father how well he is doing and that it is ok to let his little one cry for a time that is normal and as long as his cutie pie is well fed with a clean diaper and all of his cutie pie’s needs are met then it is ok for dad to let his child cry for a time…I said I know what that is like because my child was a colicky baby and I did not sleep for years as a result… I also said that there were times I would fall asleep with my colicky child lying flat on my belly for comfort due to sheer exhaustion…My son was a colicky baby and I bore that burden alone for years…I did get a lot of help along the way as there was a time when the burden was too great so I reached out for help and got a lot of help…There is no shame in reaching out for help as a single parent…Parenting is no easy task..I struggled as a new single mother and I also suffered from postpartum depression that took me many years to fully recover from…So I get it for all new parents out there I truly get it…Parenting is hard and I was thirty six years old when I had my son…Now back to my neighbor a young father doing his best…So I heard his adorable toddler and I could not resist going to say hi…I love children so it is a delight for me to say hi to my neighbor’s child…This time though there was no sign of Daddy…Just this adorable toddler opening and closing the apartment door going in and out…So I knocked very loudly on the door and got no response…Now I was nervous…You see I am not known to this neighbor therefore under no circumstances could I enter his sacred abode his apartment his home…That would be unlawful entry since I am not known to this neighbor other than an acquaintance…Consequently after many efforts to get the daddy’s attention…I realized that this young father could be in the shower or otherwise occupied and not have any idea that his little cutie pie terrible two year old can open and close the door by locking and unlocking the apartment door…Wow! I was floored…So I contacted the local non emergency police department to advise them of this situation…I said I know that the dad is home but I cannot get his attention and I cannot enter his home…The police asked me to stay with the toddler I said absolutely that I am a mandatory reporter and would never leave an unattended minor child alone…Certainly not a two year old toddler…I stayed with that child for fifteen minutes which seemed like a lifetime…I forgot I had food I was cooking on my stove for my son…So I had to go inside and get my young man who is taller than me now to help me with all of that…I stayed on the phone with dispatch the whole time…Why did I do that? In today’s world being nice does not always pay and sadly though you can be very nice many do not trust that you are genuinely simply being nice…Further to this…There was no way I could allow that child into my apartment because I am not a family member or a trusted caregiver and I dared not consider taking that child into my home for fear of being accused of being untoward…It is very sad to say this but one has to be extremely careful in dealing with children that are lost…Well in this story while I was on the phone the whole time with dispatch who heard me knocking loudly on the apartment door and witnessed the fact that I did exactly what I was told to do as did my son…I simply stayed in the hall way and watched that child go in and out…I had to prevent the toddler from going down the steps because where we live we have neighbors who do not keep vicious dogs on their leashes and that child could take off and potentially be attacked by a vicious dog off its leash…After witnessing my own poor puppy getting viciously attacked…Not on my watch would I allow a little two year old child to wander off…Thank goodness the Daddy noticed something was up…It turned out he had the TV on so loud and was listening to music while cooking that he did not notice his toddler coming and going…The dad to his credit was very receptive to my message because I spoke in a very soft tone of voice and stated that I knew he was home because I saw him bring home groceries for his child and that I also know he is a very good father…The dad received my message very well that I had looked out for his little cutie pie because I knew that he was home but that I could not under any circumstances enter his sacred abode his apartment…What I did there was look out for my neighbor in a very respectful manner…I was able to cancel dispatch I did offer for them to speak to the dad whom I said is a wonderful father…Dispatch said that was not necessary and all was well…In situations like this you want dispatch on the phone to witness the events because God forbid the neighbor becomes angry and accuses you of being untoward or worse yet other things…With all the bullshit in the media pushing racial division…Let me tell you I am white as a ghost and from Ireland and my neighbor the decent young father is a black man with a beautiful black baby cutie pie toddler…Race never entered my head when I looked out for my neighbor because when it comes to looking out for one another race has nothing to do with it…Also my son has dark skin because his father was black and I am white…My message is this ignore the hateful media that wants to work our public into a vicious frenzy of vile hatred…A hatred that you and I do not have to feed…My neighbor is a very good neighbor and yes I look out for my neighbors…The father said that he is separated from his partner and that it is his turn to watch their adorable toddler for a while…That man is decent and doing his best like everybody is in this shit storm called life…I followed up with dispatch and told them that when I lived in South Dakota as a new single mother that the local dispatch there got tons of bogus phone calls from false friends of mine claiming that I was abusing my child because my baby boy cried a lot…No one ever bothered to understand that I had a colicky baby…Dispatch told me they get that all the time but that they are trained to not only recognize bogus callers but also to hold to account and prosecute and deal with bullshit hateful callers who have nothing better to do than report parents for being parents and children for being children…Thanks be to God dispatch and those in the helping professions understand well that horrible people often make meddlesome phone calls requesting unnecessary well checks and such that are not needed…In this short story all ended very well…I knew that the daddy was home but I simply could not go into his sacred home…That dad appreciated that and gave me verbal consent to enter his home should that happen again…I replied that I would do so but only with dispatch on the phone since I do not know my neighbor very well…Dispatch did not need to send anyone out thanks in large part to me looking out for my neighbor whose race has nothing whatsoever to do with being a good neighbor…I share this short story for a reason…To crush the vile media frenzy that we ought to hate one another because of race…I am from Ireland…I know what it is like to be hated because I am indigenous and Irish….I already know what it is like to be hated for my race my tribal lineage…I refuse to add to that vile hatred…I tell my Black neighbors and Hispanic neighbors and any one who will listen that when the Irish came to America from coffin ships full of the stench of the dying who had to be thrown overboard on their voyage to America in 1847 and on wards…That signs were posted in stores etc. that “No Irish and No Blacks need apply”…When I tell my black neighbors that history many are surprised for they had no idea how hated the Irish were who just like the Native Americans were also systemically and categorically destroyed and targeted for destruction similar to our Black communities who likewise experience to this day systemic hatred and destruction…To my neighbors I do care and yes I do look out for you in my own small and very real way…………

The End

As a thank you for reading this reflection and short story…Enjoy my silly humor found in my boredom buster section on You Tube and my latest song titled I refuse which is longer than the usual shorter time frame used for songs…Tis very tribal and indigenous of me to sing for longer periods…………Namaste…………

Boredom Busters during my permanent vacation mindset during Covid -19
…………A Boredom Buster Silly Song – What not to do if you are going to see your therapist today or anytime soon…………
…………Inspired by the work I do on a part time basis from home…………