Day Of The Dead

I told Super Evil Flash Programmer today that I am very interested in talking to the dead these days. Not scary ghosts, but the people who cared about me who might offer me some insight and guidance on my life. I figure they have a much broader perspective seeing as they’re dead and don’t have to worry about things like the cable bill, cutting down on sugar and caffeine, and emotionally unavailable men (or maybe they do…I’ve never been dead, so I don’t know…perhaps they have platonic relationships and eat clouds…). My hope is that maybe they can give me a sign that’ll help me get out of the rut of self-defeating behaviors without all the trial and error…I need a winning lottery ticket on Life Direction (are you listening, Grandma?).

I told my therapist the other day that my life feels like the movie Groundhog Day (starring the beautifully pained Bill Murray). In case you haven’t seen it, the character lives the same day over and over again until he gets it right on a spiritual level. generic soft viagra The problem has become common and almost 30 million people in the US are affected by some degree of erectile dysfunction. The branded and patented pills are very expensive, which amerikabulteni.com viagra online not every man can afford. browse that amerikabulteni.com viagra ordination Age over 50The medication should not be combined with other nitrate medications.Otherwise, it may lead to excessive dilation of blood vessels and drop in blood pressure. The order this site tadalafil soft tabs is actually made of Sildenafil citrate. Similarly, every week I’m presented with the same choices over and over again, including but not limited to:

Do I waste my time listening to Super Evil Flash Programmer explain why he can’t fix Issue #43,891, or do I adopt my Holly Hunter in Broadcast News persona and risk being a cold-hearted bi-otch (as opposed to a regular bi-otch…who everyone loves)?

Do I accept the invitation to dance with Creepy Toothless Man (insert your favorite David Lynch character) or wait for a good dancer with healthy dental hygiene? (actually, he wasn’t a bad dancer…just the teeth thing…).

Do I consider Relentless as a relationship possibility or continue to gracefully decline and (again), wait for someone who doesn’t gross me out?

Cream or soy milk?

Gratitude or resentment?

Mac or PC? (yeah, right…as if that were a choice…).

Trader Joe’s on Pico or Trader Joe’s on Washington Blvd (further, but more room)?

Thong or granny-style?

Sleep in or be (even more) late to work?

Love or hate?

Revenge or forgiveness?

Halloween candy or stale Halloween cookies?

My therapist pointed out, though, that in that movie Bill Murray actually makes tiny changes every day, so by the end of the movie he is in essence a different person. In his case, he loses his attachment to fulfilling his own needs in deference to being of service to others (let’s not go crazy or anything…).

Maybe my grandmother can tell me what she thinks I should do…

Just for today, I can celebrate the Day of the Dead.