I'm not an elitist, far from it. But all of a sudden I find myself with a handful of crude habits. Do we really live in fear of the crude? I don't think so. Some might find solace in their crude habits, but I don't. For example, I hate having to wear a winter hat indoors during the day. I shouldn't have to. But the powers that be keep it cold inside so I wear a winter hat inside. Bad manners, yes. Any choice in the matter, no.
What makes it worse is my Mother asking me to do things for her while I can barely control my own bodily functions. It's miserable. I've always tried being a helpful person. There's only so much a single person can take before they are permanently damaged and woefully disabled. I just can't stand it when I'm sick and the people I ask for help are less than helpful.
Those less than helpful people utter things like "that's how it functions," "try more," "they get what they want," "it might not work anymore" and other nonsense like that. They don't get lasting progress because they don't want lasting progress. I'm still hopefull that there are ways we can help one another find comfort without a wrecking ball.
My Grandfather said something that touched me. He told me he didn't want to get at each others' throats. I find his patience in my own short-sightedness a relief. It's a relief from the struggle of daily life. He's also the person that burped and farted while I was on vacation, so go figure.
While I don't want my blog to turn into a whine fest. I'm really cold right now. I think my skin temperature at my feet is around 40 degrees. Don't ask me why my feet aren't getting blood circulation to them. And frankly I don't care. It's "probably" genetic with a "case" of bad circulation.
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