Survival of the Rope – A Reflection

Survival of the Rope is a reflection authored by Ilia Kramarik on page 80 of his epic book of art and prose titled The Future Never Gives Up…In Survival of the Rope – Ilia writes…”What does a rope do at the end of its own rope?” — Wow such profound wisdom behind those words…My response is a rope does nothing at the end of its own rope because a rope is an inanimate man made object…Though mystically speaking mankind often ties their own rope which leaves many feeling without hope and sad and lonely and depressed because mankind destroys mankind from within…Many destroy themselves from within…The featured image I choose for this reflection is used with permission from a dear friend of mine who is 71 years of age…I will not mention her name but she is a sweetheart a kind woman and yes a devout Roman Catholic…Just because I am no longer a Roman Catholic or a Catholic of any kind does not mean I cannot remain friends with my devout Roman Catholic Friend…This woman is a good person with a kind heart…She wears a wig and I forgot to tell her that wearing wigs is a popular thing in the South where I am living…I am not wearing a wig my hair is colored from a box from home and I have cream above my left eye to treat psoriasis above the eye…Weird and true my psoriasis is from stress and is slowly getting better…My friend knows me from my time in South Dakota and said she thinks I look better than ever before…I do not feel great these days but the compliment is kind…My friend took me out to lunch and we had a lovely time I am blessed she is such a dear friend and has a kind heart…I ordered a drink for lunch and when I requested a second drink which I was paying for my friend felt triggered by it because while my drink was a fancy drink it was not strong and did not have much alcohol in it…I am not a drinker and I rarely drink but on special occasions like this occasion I will have one or two drinks at the most…Her ex husband was a terrible alcoholic which triggered her emotional intense response with me…Because I understand my friend I apologized and reassured her that now that I understand her position that the next time we do lunch tis flan for desert that I will order not a fancy drink or two…My friend has empathy and so do I…She shared with me that she gambled and won $150.00 I told her how happy I am for her that she won but by talking about her gambling that I would feel triggered as I was once a terrible gambler…She understood my position and smiled her beautiful warm smile unique to her and we both understood that we are only human and frail and broken by addictions in our own families and homes…I no longer gamble like that and my friend divorced her first husband who was a bad alcoholic and married her second husband and was married for more than thirty years then he passed away which is sad…Life is not easy for all of us and I am grateful that my friend and I could understand each other’s triggers…I told her how another friend of mine named Rita S was angry that I benefited from gambling when I told her I won one thousand dollars during my gambling days…Unlike mean spirited Rita S who is a miserable milk sop I can be genuinely happy when someone wins from gambling…Why? Because gambling sucks and most folks lose so when I hear someone wins I am genuinely happy for them…With my friend’s permission from her vehicle I called my own mother who is now very elderly and put the call on speaker phone…I wanted my friend to hear how my mother sounds on the phone…My friend was appalled by the lack of empathy in my own mother the lack of concern for me and my son and the lack of interest in my general well being…She observed that my mother sounded resentful that I called her at all and angry that I called her since my mother sounded like she would rather not know I exist at all…My friend witnessed my mother being horrible on the phone…My mother has no idea I had her on speaker because it is my sacred duty to show others how vicious my own birth mother is how awful she is and that she lacks empathy of any kind when it comes to me her own daughter…I told my friend that I choose to be kind to my nasty now elderly mother regardless as I choose to take the high road…A road less traveled to be sure a road I must travel for my own sanity and well being…My birth mother is a narcissist she is always right and I her daughter is always wrong…I could never win for losing with my birth mother so I take the high road and remain calm and kind regardless…My birth mother never met my son because my birth mother has no interest in his existence or my existence that is the horrible truth about my dysfunction junction horrible family…With family like that who needs enemies? The bad mouthing my birth mother does to me on a regular basis behind my back would turn your stomach so if I speak my mind for the first time in years on my blog that is my right…I am silent no more…I am tired of years of abuse done to me by horrible people…The only reason I forgive them is for myself not for them as they have no care or concern or conscience over the hell I was put through…I forgive for my own sanity and well being…Through forgiveness I release myself from their lost ways and set them free to go to hell and I do not have to pack their bags for them…Though I dare say they told me to go to hell many times and have often offered to pack my bags…The hatred from my birth mother towards me is so palpable my friend could sense it from speaker phone…That pathetic old hag of a birth mother will rot in hell if she is not careful as her reward for the hell she put me her own daughter through…I do not wish hell on her but that witch told me to go to hell so many times I lost count…It is my turn now to turn the tables on my nasty birth mother who had no idea I had her on speaker phone…I call it revenge of the nerds…My siblings are nasty too and only care about themselves and their world forgetting that when they accuse me of “the world revolving around me” which is stupid…The world revolves around them it always has and always will. Notice that when others accuse you of stupid stuff it is a reflection of them more so than you…With family like that you are better off alone…Many today demand sympathy too and charity particularly when they feel the need to feel important…My view is simple every one is equally important…No one is greater than the other though many love to believe that via wealth power status and land that this makes them superior to those of us who are poor…I say not we are all the same at the end of the day…I had to correct a woman named Connie for posing as a registered nurse when she was in fact and still is a licensed practical nurse an LPN not an RN…I told Connie her job is important regardless that she is important no matter what her job is…I corrected Connie for being grandiose with her words because it is not wise to present as something we are not…I told Connie that I have a four year business degree and two years of nursing school…I completed all of my nursing pre-requisites but did not complete my clinical studies…For that reason I never claim to be a nurse of any kind rather I state the facts that I did phlebotomy and EKG’s and worked as a TCA which is a Technical Care Associate on Cardiac and as a Nurses Aide full stop…Though I became first Aide certified…I never claimed to be a nurse of any kind…It is important that all of us realize that all of us are important in our own unique ways and if Connie ever reads this blog post then Connie aught to know that she is very important too…The need to sound important stems from our own insecurities something I myself have dealt with for many years…I dedicate this blog post to my dear friend Rita whose name I left till the end of this reflection who brightened my day today with her visit and kind words and gestures of support…What a lady…As a thank you for your follows subscriptions likes and shares enjoy more you tube stuff from yours truly…I leave the wicked to their own devices to tie their own rope…Did you know the only member of my family who ever believed in me was my beloved deceased Daddy…I composed this Ode to my Daddy to honor my beloved father…May he rest in peace…

Only my father could ever understand his daughter who was once pregnant and alone and terrified of filthy Rome…

…Daddy may you rest in peace this Ode is for you thank you for always believing in me your number five…

…………Namaste…………

Did you know that I am politically ridiculous and politically impaired…

…Yes I know I am politically impaired and ridiculous too…

Did you know I’ma false devil worshiper what the hell is that listen to find out? Worse than hell itself…

….Told ya I’ma false devil worshiper…

Enjoy my rather long comedy playlist…

…I’ma fake Transvestite among other things on you tube…

This song Come Out And Play (Gotta’ Keep E’m Separated) – Expresses how I feel about my horrible birth mother and siblings…Best to keep E’m Separated…After all my birth mother taught my siblings to hate me and to pick on each other till death do us part except I let them tie their own rope…Holla…

…Tie your own rope…

This song describes how I feel about those who accuse others of the world revolving around them which is stupid…The world revolves around the ones making such mad hatter accusations it always has and always will revolve around the narcissist like my bratty nasty little siss…

…Tick Tock – For my narcissist little siss…Hiss Hiss…