Sidetracked Charley

Hard to soar with eagles when you are flocking with turkeys. With apologies to all the rest of the flock. I quit my resistance group. I am more of a monkey wrench gang member. Apologies to Edward Abbey. And it was becoming far too popular and really mainstream for what was once a secret group in the white male heart of Trump land.  And for those who want to condemn the snowflakes because they all melt away, let me say that is not what has transpired here. The French underground were not big joiners either. And in the days of Marie Antoinette it was not a public movement until she stood on the platform of the guillotine. I am still resisting. I am still doing all the same things the group I was in did and are doing. I am just not seeking their approval or exposing my actions to their scrutiny.    Not having to seek their approval is allowing me more time to preserve who I am. What do I gain by resisting if I give up who I am? I am a solo flyer ...

Seems like all the idols of my generation died in 2016. I begin to see it as a hint it is time to depart myself. And I must not be the only one thinking along those lines because social media seems rampant with suicide hot line telephone numbers everyone is suppose to copy and post. I keep wondering why it is sharing isn't good enough. And why would I want to be talked out of it. What is the plus side of hanging around. I am not, in my opinion, suicidal but I have never been totally opposed to it. Maybe it is my theatrical experience. Know when to make an exit. Or my generations battle cry of live hard, die young and leave a beautiful corpse, but it is too late for that. Or maybe it is simply if I am to hang around for a while in the cosmic consciousness awaiting my next earth experience those who have passed on seem like a really good group to be part of. I do not think along the same lines of those left in charge of the world. Admittedly I felt like this in the days of Don...