Friday, March 31, 2017

Weed, Not Jesus, Would Have Saved Us From Trump

Sorry, Jesus, but the real savior we needed in 2016 was marijuana.

*await smiting for 1 minute*
*nothing happens*
*opens one eye*
*opens other eye*

Ok, maybe I’m safe.  Or, maybe Jesus agrees that America needs help to chill out.  Let’s face it, too much wine only leads to cat fights, and that’s pretty much what we’ve had for the past year.

About a week ago, Bloomberg posted a article about “Deaths of Despair”.  Apparently, the majority of opioid overdoses are surging amongst the white working class.  All other demographics aren’t going in this direction.

Taking a step further, opioids are a gateway to harder drugs, like heroin.  The growth in opioid use is leading to a rise in heroin.

So, opioids lead to heroin, heroin and opioids both lead to overdoses in working class white people.  And what did these people do?  They voted for Trump, according to a Penn State election study:  “Trump over-performed the most in counties with the highest drug, alcohol and suicide mortality rates.”

So what does this have to do with Mary-Jane?  Another study found lowered opioid use in states that have legalized marijuana.

So, legal weed leads to less opioid use which leads to less Heroin which leads to less voting for megalomaniacs who likes to make jokes about sexually assault women. (Yeah, I know… correlation doesn’t imply causality, but work with me here.)

We should have legalized weed a long time ago.  We’d be much more chill, much less dependent upon opioids and possibly have a better president.  Maybe we should work towards legalizing it to keep this from happening 2020+?

I must admit, the immature part of me just wants to see the Weed 2020 political slogans...

"There’s Hope in Hash"

"Let them eat Space Cake"

"Welcome to the Bong Show"

"High Times"

"Sorry, too busy blazin' to start wars"

"We are going to light up this joint!"

What would be your slogan?

Friday, March 24, 2017

If it’s broke, don’t fix it.

Nope, not a typo.  Some things were meant to not work, and we should stop busting on ourselves for not being able to fix them.  

I was debating what to write about this week (with last week being off due to a long weekend), and on the way back from my trip, an idea started to form - the idea of brokenness and it’s effects on us as people.  Then, this came across my twitter feed from Fr Sichko (@JimSichko) yesterday:

Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak. Sometimes it means you are strong and smart enough to let go and move on.

That’s so true.  I only wish I understood this 10+ years ago.

2016 was a sucky year for me.  One in which I had no idea where my life was headed.  I had suffered a major life adjustment at the end of ’15 and wasn’t sure how to deal with it.  I had this blank canvass in front of me with no idea where to even find paint.

At the beginning of 2015, I had my life planned.  I knew who I was, what I was doing, the whole shebang.  What I didn’t know is that I was living in an alternate reality with absolutely no concept of what was really going on.  (Ok, maybe that isn’t completely true, there were signs, I just didn’t want to see them.)

That alternate reality bubble burst by the end of the year.  All the ideas, thoughts, and plans I had dissipated like those little soapy spheres.  Reality set in.

The reality was, my life was broke. Well, not just broke, it was broked.  I had cocooned myself into a relationship that wasn’t working. I was fighting in a job that wasn’t working (and hadn’t been for a while).  I was spending the majority of my time being what I thought everyone else around me needed.  I was trying to fix everything, make everyone happy, and get the job done no matter what it took. No matter the personal toll.  

I’m a problem solver.  I fix things.  It’s what I do.  I’m the person who will continually ram into a brick wall until I get knocked out with a concussion. Again, it’s my personality. I'm a bulldog.  I’ve never learned when to walk away.  Giving up was always “loser” talk.

Once everything went south, I had a hard time adjusting at first. I remember New Year’s Day 2016 thinking, “Wow, this is the first year in a very long time that I don’t have anything planned.  I have no idea what’s going to happen.”  Well, not much did happen, other than gaining weight and spending a great deal of time trying to figure out what went wrong (again, trying to dissect and understand root cause.. aka first step to “fix things”).

It was about the end of 2016 that I finally figured it out.  I’d spent so much of my time these past few years (not just 2015), trying to fix things, trying to fix people, trying to make things work that honestly weren’t meant to work.  I wasn’t strong enough to let go.  Wasn’t wise enough to really see what the impact on my life and what it was costing me.

That little light bulb finally went off in my head at the end of last year.  I realized I’d given up something very important.  Lost something very important.  I’d lost me.  I realized I didn’t know who I was as a person anymore. I had been so focused on “taking care of business”, I wasn’t taking care of me.  My identity had morphed into a robot whose sole purpose was to keep everyone happy, and ended up making no one happy (least of all, me).  (I made some mention of this back in Identity Management)

The good news is, 2017 is turning into a much better year.  I’m taking on some new projects to rediscover the person that is me (this blog being one).  I’m learning to enjoy things again for the sole purpose of enjoyment.  Not because it makes someone else happy, but it makes me happy.  I'm also learning to not give a rats @$$ about other people's opinion of me.  Ok, I still give some level of rats @$$, but I'm much more careful about who is on the "opinions I care about list".  That list is certainly much, much shorter these days.

I’ve learned that if something isn’t working, it’s ok to let it go.  I’m not a failure if it doesn’t work.  I’m not failure if people are pissed at me.  I’m not a failure based on someone else’s life or opinion.  I'm enough. I'm ok as long as I "do me".


I’m only a failure if try to live a life that wasn’t meant for me.

Friday, March 10, 2017

Between Cephas and a Hard Place

Seems hard to be a Christian these days.  More and more, our culture looks at the majority of us as out of touch or, even worse, crazy looney birds chasing the Flying Spaghetti Monster hellbent on destroying civilization in our wake.  I’m exaggerating a bit on the second part, but not by much. 

I can’t do much other than to love, lead by example, and pray. I can also try to explain why Christians (or at least Catholics) do and say the things that seem crazy.

One big cause of friction between Catholics and culture, I’d argue, is the concept of moral culpability.  I tried explaining this concept to a few folks during the Kim Davis debacle about a year or so ago.  People were arguing that “she’s not getting married why should she care?”  I tried to describe how moral culpability may be coming in to play, but it mainly fell on deaf ears.  I just got a few eye-rolls, scoffs, and a sense that I was just placed on the idiot list.

I’d like to try discussing that topic again to help give people an idea of why Catholics take the stances that they do when it seems it's ”nun” of their business.

Most of Catholic theology (from a high level) comes down to the nature of 3 things: God, Humans, and Sin.

The nature of God is pretty well documented.  God is Omnipowerful, Omniscient, and Omnipresent.  God exists outside of time.  God is perfect, without sin, and doesn't err.

The nature of humans doesn’t get as much fanfare.  Humans (both male and female) were created by God, in his own image, with an intrinsic purpose.  Humans were created to be both in communion/relationship with God as much as they were made to be in communion with each other.  

Matthew 18:20 “For where two or three have gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst.” 
Hebrews 10:25: “not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near.”

There are certainly other passages, but I only included a couple to indicate that humanity’s relationship is not just a vertical one with God, but also a horizontal relationship with each other.  God encourages this worldly communion.

The nature of sin is where things get interesting.  From a Catholic perspective, sin and evil are not necessarily synonymous.  It’s more akin to the “an elm is a tree, but a tree is not necessarily an elm” analogy.  Something can be evil, but it doesn’t mean that it is sinful.  Sins are always evil.

Essentially, a sin is an act that harms one’s relationship with God and/or harms someone else’s relationship with God.  By knowingly committing an evil act against God, or another person, one commits sin.  Sin comes in two flavors, venial and mortal.  Venial sins are the smaller ones - not meaning they aren’t serious, as one’s soul can die a death from a thousand venial cuts.  Mortal sins are the ones that completely cut us off from God and hopes for an afterlife.

A mortal sin has 3 criteria:  The situation must be grave matter (something very important), the “doer” must be mentally capable and understand the evil in what’s being done (know it's wrong), and the “doer” must have free will in committing the act (do it anyway).  

When we talk about moral culpability, it comes from the idea that we aren’t just responsible for what we do as individuals.  We are also responsible for acts that enable someone to commit their own sins.  This is the friction between our faith and our culture here in the US.

Unlike Cain’s interpretation (Gen 4:9), we are called to be our “brother’s keeper” as a result of our communal relationship with God.  We are called to help not just ourselves to a better life more faithful life, but others as well.  We are called to be good stewards, to be lights, and to live the example (granted, we fail… often… I think I sinned 5 times just during writing this blog tonight).  This is the crux of moral culpability.  We carry consequences for sins we enable.

Abortion (sorry, this is just an easy example to use) is considered a very grave evil. I can’t participate materially or politically in any activities that enable abortion.  To participate (either through paying, driving someone to the clinic, performing one, etc), I’m committing a mortal sin even if I'm not the one having it.  I’ve enabled and/or encouraged someone to do something that I know is intrinsically evil.

This is usually where I get the scoffs.  And, if you are scoffing at me right now, I’d ask you to think about criminal law.  If I know someone is going to rob a bank, and they ask me for a ride there and back home, will I be charged for a crime?  Yes, I will (assuming I get caught!).  We have laws against aiding and abetting.  If I can be found liable for a criminal act, is it stretch to understand how aiding in sin can bring moral consequences as well?  It’s the same concept.

If someone you loved was an addict, would you consider it moral to help them get another hit of heroin? My guess is that you answered “no”. Same idea.

Personally, I know it’s hard to tell someone you love that “No, I’m not going to help you do that” or “No, I can’t give you my blessing on this.”  I’ve lived it.  I hate it, because I know these can (and do) lead to broken relationships.  People just want to hear that everything they are doing is ok.  And, that isn't always the case.  As a Catholic, sometimes I'm called to give tough theological love (and to receive it when I'm doing things I shouldn't).


I hope that this sheds some light on why we act the way we do.  It isn't to be mean or nasty.  We aren't here to harsh anyone's mellow on purpose.  We get stuck sometimes trying to balance our faith and our place in the world.  We realize sometimes we come off pedantic or sound like a broken record.  We get as frustrated as anyone.  We don't want to be the buzzkills, but we can't shy away from who we are (or who we ultimately belong to).  

If you run into us in one of these situations, and we seem frustrated, just try to cut us some slack.  We really are caught between a Cephas and a hard place.

Friday, March 3, 2017

The Single Disability

I had planned on writing an entirely different blog this week, but decided to change my mind after going to the movies tonight.

I’ll be straight with you, I’m a person who spends quite a bit of time alone - mostly due to my introverted nature and social awkwardness.  I’m ok with being alone for the most part.  Times that I’m not?  They usually involve storms, large spiders or lawn care.  I.  Hate.  Lawn.  Work.

I never let being a party of one hamper my style.  I still go out to see the moving picture shows, travel, go out to dinner, shop, and do everything normal people do.  I get occasional looks, but for the most part it’s fine.  I enjoy myself, and go home to a house that is set to just the right temperature for me.

Other times, it gets awkward - mainly due to other people.  Take tonight for example - I buy two tickets to go see a new movie.  I forget to see if any friends want to go see it with me.  No problem, I’ll just go by myself and have a seat open next to me in what will more than likely be a really crowded theater.  This theater has reserved seating, so I paid for two particular seats. I’m golden.  I don’t have to worry about fighting over getting a cupholder.

Just before the movie starts, it happens.  What every person who has ever go anywhere alone absolutely LOATHES beyond all loathing… “Is anyone sitting here?” 

Mutha@#%!^

“I want to sit next to my son” this guy tells me.  The son looks to be at least in his teens or later, so it’s not like daddy needs to watch him.  Again, these are reserved seats, so they apparently bought separate seats.  Maybe his son did it on purpose and I ruined his evening of peace.  I must say, I’m kinda glad I did.  Buy tickets together next time!

Flustered (I mentioned the social awkwardness earlier, right?), I tell he guy “Well, technically, it’s mine, but go ahead and sit there.”  I’m only half an ass and I try to keep it on the inside, most times.

The guy just looks at me and says “Did someone not show up?”  Great, now Mr "I have to babysit my adult son in a rated R movie" thinks I’m some sad woman who’s been stood up.  “Can you get a refund?”  /facepalm.  “Seriously, if you don’t use it can you get a refund?” 

Can someone PLEASE stop this conversation before I stab him with my ICEE straw.  It’s a Wild Cherry ICEE, so no one would notice the blood, right?

Finally, I convince him it’s fine (btw - how did it turn into convincing him to take my damn seat?  What. The. Hell????) and he sits down and the movie starts.  I’m now sitting with people on BOTH sides of me.  And, of course, both people have very long arms with elbows flying out like albatrosses.  For you tall people reading this, I realize things aren’t easy for you.  But, just because I’m short doesn’t mean I enjoy getting elbowed CONSTANTLY (unless you happen to be cute - momma can work with that).

Luckily, it was a great movie that I enjoyed and eventually stopped stressing.  I just wish solo folks would get more consideration than we do around town.

Here are a few examples of what it's like running solo:

Seating - as described above in the movie scenario.  Also, in pew-like seats, I’ve found that if you are alone, you get squeezed more.  If you are a family with kids, people don’t sit next to you.  Oh, and some families tend to take up a lot of space in pews.  You know who you are, and now you know I see you and the fact you take up space for 8 with your party of four.  Gluttony is a sin.

Restaurants - You run into that awkward moment when you need to use the restroom and you aren't sure how your wait-person will take it.  Will they think I dined and dashed?  Will they clear my table and sit someone there while I’m gone?  It’s worse in the late spring through early fall because you don’t have a jacket to leave behind indicating you haven’t actually “left”.

Traveling - If you travel with someone, at least one of you has a window or aisle seat and you can invade or lean in to each other's space.  What I HATE is when I’m sitting next to couples or families that think they can invade my space just as much as they can invade their partner's.  Lady - back the hell up, because we are about ready to have a 2 hour delay and a visit from an air marshal.

Once you land at the airport, you have to take all your carry-on luggage with you when you go to the restroom.  If you are coming back from a long trip overseas, you have a LOT of crap to deal with..in a bathroom stall with about 30 other women trying to get in and out to catch their next flight.  And, to spice things up, everyone is MAD about something.  I won’t start on the food court situation.

Random Do-gooders - They see someone alone, and feel sorry for them, so they incessantly talk to them so they don't feel so alone. Listen, I appreciate it, but I had headphones in for a reason.  I don't have a high smalltalk skill (I typically roll a 1 when faced with this type of encounter), and it usually makes me feel even worse if no one had spoken to me for the rest of my life.

I could go on, but I’m tired of being passive aggressive about this whole seat situation.  Writing this has worked it’s magic and now I am back in my happy place.

Just do me a favor next time you see someone solo - give them some space.