just bob (jb): I made it through the week, no thanks to you
The Brain: Sorry, things up here are sort of in disarray
jb: Well, it's Friday afternoon and we survived
The Brain: Yes we did, thanks for bearing with me
jb: Are things get sorted out up there?
The Brain: It's a little better than before, but no where near fixed
jb: Is it the big stuff or the little stuff?
The Brain: The little stuff kind of got out of control and woke up the big stuff
jb: And all hell broke loose right?
The Brain: Yeh. I've learned to move the big stuff around to keep everything at least running
jb: But the little stuff was taking up those dark corners?
The Brain: Something like that
jb: And the system broke down?
The Brain: Something like that
jb: How long until it gets fixed?
The Brain: You know it will never get fixed, but at least some things are working again
jb: Can I change topics?
The Brain: Sure, what's up?
jb: How did you keep from not completely blowing up this morning?
The Brain: You know I almost did, but I sort of just gave up
jb: Gave up?
The Brain: I can't care anymore. Right will always be wrong.
jb: It frustrates you doesn't it?
The Brain: Immensely
jb: Did that long walk help?
The Brain: Oh yeah, sorry about sending all that adrenaline your way.
jb: How much longer can you take this place?
The Brain: I'm not sure which of us will break down first, but we'll cope and survive as long as we have to
jb: Is it ever going to get better here?
The Brain: No. It won't improve. I'm cutting my losses and giving up trying.
jb: Should I too?
The Brain: No. I need you to take care of yourself. Once I get us out of here I'll need you in good condition
jb: I'm not getting on a treadmill
The Brain: I'm not asking you to, just put down the Doritos bag would you?
jb: Can I start after the game Sunday?
The Brain: Sure, after the game is fine.
jb: One more thing?
The Brain: Sure, then let's start the weekend.
jb: Can you believe all of those things our blogging friends have been doing for you?
The Brain: I'm really embarrassed.
jb: The concern, the quotes, the advice, and the offers have been overwhelming
The Brain: It touches me too.
jb: They've never even met us
The Brain: But they know us a lot better than anyone else out here
jb: I can tell they really care
The Brain: It's been a long time since anyone cared
jb: They're good people
The Brain: I hate always being so negative around them. I must sound like a whiner.
jb: I think they understand
The Brain: Maybe things will be normal again someday
jb: Let's hope so.
The Brain: Go ahead and have another Dorito... the weekend is here.
Friday, January 30, 2009
jb and The Brain, Act III
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#1...you know it baby!!!!
I was just on the phone with Cece and wouldn't you know we were talking about how we've never met one another but we all fell as if we know one another. Amen.
Hang in there. Like Cece said on the previous post, we're all up here waiting for you. Most of us have been where you are, so know the drill and are waiting with our ropes! We love you very much and I know you know that.
Love you dear,
XO
fell=feel in the English language! ;)
I just got a little teary there--I'm not sure whether it's the flu or your eloquence, probably a little of both. Self-aware people who are feeling very blue always dismiss their pain as whining. Resist the temptation to think of yourself as a whiner--you're just trying to work things out, out loud, as it were. You've got a hilariously dry and bright sense of humor, but you needn't always be all lit up, we understand about the dark places, it doesn't make you unpleasant, it just means you're real, Just Bob.
And sometimes I think that knowing someone through their writing is really knowing the heart of them, more than just talk would do. You know how people don't always listen to each other when they're talking together? They're waiting to get their own thing into the conversation? When we read your writing, we're engaged, we're not waiting for our turn to speak. And you don't need to know all the details to have a good sense of someone, either.
And what Suzy said about ropes--if you need help, in real time, not virtual, reach out. I know that's a really tall order--it's easy to say, but I mean it. To any of us, we're all awesome & caring, LOL! I'm not sure whether I could do it myself, especially if I were feeling really bad right now, but I know that I would be truly happy to be there if someone reached out.
And as for those Doritos, pass the bag!!!
Sweet Jaysus was that an opus! Shut me up!
leah,
it was a beautiful opus
what is an opus?
bob,
what they said.
we do care
it's great to see you getting there
♥
Too cool. I like how you did this, very creative.
Glad things are functional again, Bob. That's good.
I feel like things have shifted for me, too. My life is calmer. Simpler. That's good.
Bob we all need to talk with someone. Sometimes it's just easier to talk with those we don't know and who we know won't judge bt instead will listen. In a was this is part of your therapy. It helps you release.
Rob
I'm not getting on a treadmill....you made me giggle.
Then you brought a tear to my eye and as I'm such a hard-assed "guy", when I do get emotional over something other than a Hallmark movie, it means something to me. That means you do, Bob.
I know it's not sunny in the Land of Just Bob, but it looks like the clouds may be breaking up and this storm may be moving on. Life's like the weather, hot, cold, dreary, sunny, stormy, thunderous…but in the end it's us, your "other" family that will help up you pick up the pieces, carry them out to the road for garbage pick up, then come in and help you prepare for the next storm.
~HUGS~
Yea! Just Bob is beautifully brilliant and eloquent!
Merely Me is sending you some virtual homemade chocolate chip cookies...thick and gooey with a tad of crisp on the edges. They are good anytime before, during, or after...the game. ;)
Good thoughts at you jb - you are amazing!
I got all teared up too! You and your brain are not only hilarious, but you are very sweet too.
Big virtual hug to you both!!
I think you are a perfectionist. That's your disease. And you know what? You and your life don't have to be perfect. It can be one big beautiful mess and it is O-K-A-Y. You may also need to tell your brain to chill out sometimes. I know mine has hyperactivity disorder and I always have to tell my brain to STOP IT!
We love you and your brain. Now, go eat more Doritos. I'm eating Milk Duds right now.
Best. Bob. Ever.
Glad to hear that you and The Brain are coming to terms. Always here for you, if you need me. Don't even hesitate. For reals.
P.S. -- "After the game" is right! I'm gonna go make some nachos right now!
Why the hell's my photo still a red X. I don't think that's funny.
Man do you have good friends. They're my friends too, so you'll have to share. And Doritos. Bob, you eat like crap and then you're suprised you feel like crap? No honey, a man can not live on processed food alone. *Rolls eyes in head.* What kind of friends encourage friends to eat Doritos? Megan? Queen Goob? Oh, them!!!!! Yup, true friends!!!!!
Love you baby and hope you're hangin' in there. XO
I wish Apollo was there with you. He could heal anything. He is so big and huggable and when you are feeling down he will come in and lick you and make you go OH GOD, STOP IT, THAT's MY ARM. But then you look into his huge adorable eyes and you just have to grab a hold of his big furry neck and give him a hug. (if you haven't guessed, the boys let him in the house and he was licking my elbow and shoulder when I wrote that) DOG Slobber, Yuck! This post made me go AWWWW! What a sweet thing to say about all of us. We would like to know you more. We would like to help you more, and (Apollo, let me type) Sorry 'bout that. Crazy dog. He's starving for attention. Trust me that is about the only thing he ever starves for. Anyway, where was I. Oh yeah, and we are flattered that you care so much about us and relieved that our messages are getting through to the brain.
I love you, Man!
Go Red Birds!!!!!!
Bob -- I'm glad that you and The Brain survived and are feeling a bit better. I wish I could go on and offer lots of words of support, but I only have so many words at the moment. So. I'm pulling for you both, The Brain and jb, in my own quiet way.
The confusion and disillusionment you write about isn't as foreign to a lot of us as you might imagine. It's nice to see someone as self-aware and insightful to sort out the words that we often seek ourselves. (Except my brain says "can you just put down the cocktail?") And? My brain has been wearing mittens, making it hard to grasp an idea or figure anything out. I think it's protecting itself from all the jaggy things in my head.
Kylie: Opus WAS a penguin, but Berkley Breathed recently killed him off. ;-)
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