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Strange Midnight Movies

The Mystic Masseur

The Mystic Masseur

When I was a teenager, every once in a while Mom, and I would find ourselves not able to sleep.  I would walk out of my bedroom at maybe 12:00 am to find Mom sitting in front of the TV watching some strange, off the wall movie. Usually they would be foreign films, the ones  that we could barely understand!   I’d sit down with her, and before you knew it we’d both be deep into this strange movie.  These were movies no one had ever heard of, and it was easy to tell why.  They were so quirky, and odd that we were transfixed, and couldn’t shut  off the TV until it was over.  This was sometimes 2:30 or 3:00 in the morning.  Most likely this was either a weekend event, or happened during the summer, because I don’t ever remember having to go to school the next day.

A couple of weeks ago, the weather being  hot, stuffy, quite humid, and not particularly a day that I was able to get motivated to do much work.  I turned on Netflix to see what I could find to occupy a couple of hours, maybe getting through the humidity the easy way.  What I found was another of the same kind of movies Mom and I use to watch together many years ago!  Admittedly, the picture caught my attention, and that’s exactly why I persevered.

I had a deja vu moment!

This movie was so different in a kind of fun way, and I couldn’t stop watching it. The audio was poor, and  the accents made it difficult  also.  But I had to keep watching anyway!  All I could think of was how much fun Mom, and I had watching these midnight movies, that were much like this one!

The story was simple…..how the characters lived, and enter acted was simple, and it was the perfect solution to a hot, and humid day that wasn’t good for much else but an interesting movie!  Maybe the simple lifestyle pulled me in, or the cute way the characters talked to each other, but I was fascinated.

Good memories are the most fun, and maybe when we get older, the memories are what sustain us.  I didn’t think I was old enough to sit and rely on my memories, but maybe I’m wrong.  Maybe it doesn’t matter what age a person is, if it bring them joy to remember the good….bring those memories on!

What do you think?  Does it make you feel good to remember good memories, or do you think there isn’t time for it now?

Day 17: What Do I Fear the Most!

Day 17:  What Do I  Fear the Most!

Being too tall, too fat, too ugly…what?

We all have worst fears, but do they change over the years…That is the question?  Being young, we are afraid to be left alone, our world is small, and everything frightens us!  Get a little older, and our world opens up a bit, leaving us with less fear, and a bigger world for us to explore.  But, if your mother or father is out of sight – well, it’s terrifying, and we become lost, and frightened once again!

Once we leave the diapers behind,  we become down right monsters!!!  We were probably monsters before that, but now we are a force to be reckoned with!  We peck our parents to death, and if they live through raising children, and are still friends by the time it’s over...it’s a miracle!  

Some kids fear everything, some are fearless.  Does that come from the way they are raised, or is it in our genes?  I was raised in a family where my mother was always instilling fear into us.  Fear of God, fear of parents, especially my father, fear of what the neighbors would think, and on and on.  At first when I was younger I’m sure I bought into it, but as I got a little older, I didn’t see the benefit in being afraid of everything.

In the world of today, the media instills a great deal of fear, after all we live in a fear based society!  Society teaches us to be afraid of earthquakes, hurricanes,  tsunamis, people of another color, or religion, people with guns, people without guns.   How sad it that!  Is it really necessary to have all this negative energy in our lives?  I say NO!  If we didn’t have this constant hammering of the need to be afraid of everything, could  we live a peaceful life?

At my age I’ve finally accepted –  that  I’m not going to get any younger, and instead of growing old gracefully….I’m going to claw and scratch all the way to the finish line….with a glass of wine in one hand and a paint brush in the other!  I might add that I’d be covered in paint because that’s just how I roll!

Does that surprise you?

It shouldn’t, and until you are sitting where I am, or in the shoes that have been worn, and traveled, don’t think you won’t claw and scratch all the way to the end also!  Will it help to eat healthy, cutting out bad foods, and working hard to eat only foods without chemicals, who knows?   The one thing I do know is there isn’t any point in worrying about the inevitable!  I just need to make sure I’m staying active, positive, and eat lots of foods that help my nails  stay strong so I can continue clawing, and scratching!

What am I afraid of, what are my deepest darkest fears…


Maybe it concerns me that many of us are frittering away our planet instead of caring for it with gentle, loving  hands, and much effort and concern.  Maybe it concerns me that my children, my grandchildren, and the children after that will inherit a planet that has been abused in so many unnecessary ways.  I believe we have poisoned our environment with chemicals, and emissions, both from our vehicles, and from livestock, and industry.   People have disrespected their environment by throwing trash all over the place, and our oceans are being polluted with plastic bags, and bottles until our fish, the reefs, and the water is extremely compromised.   I don’t think that it was intentional in the beginning, but I do think that it is very well-known now, and there shouldn’t be any question about discontinuing this massacre of anything, and everything living!  Where is the self-respect of the people continuing this behavior?

What am I afraid of…that’s what I’m afraid of!