Pfunksfoolosophy

Over the years here in the Big Onion, I’ve come to know a lot of characters. One of them I met at my former local watering hole in the West Village. This person is an artist and an intellectual, but she also has some kind of death wish.  Why did I make such a harsh judgment when you all know that I’m not one to judge? Well, sir…it’s because for all of her intellect and her life experience and her talent, the girl is a hot mess.

I’ve seen her down copious amounts of alcohol and illicit drugs and borne witness to her incoherent ramblings. She’s also a low talker. That makes it particularly interesting when you’re trying, TRYING to listen to her problems and offer advice. As you know, I’m deaf in my right ear and it takes some concentration to just get myself to a place where I can understand that she’s talking to ME, let alone get the gist of what she’s crabbing about.

And lord, don’t let her get maudlin. When she’s maudlin, the pronounced logorrhea is right up there with the ramblings of the street people who frequent my neighborhood.

Some of the guys I know have taken to calling her ‘Fight  Club’. You’ve seen that movie, right? The dude was beating himself up. It’s an apt name for someone who often looks as though she’s been in altercation with herself. She really ping pongs down the street with that cloud of gloom over her head. Lately, I’ve been wondering about her. Is she okay? Doesn’t she care enough about herself to just stop the abuse?

We’re a curious bunch, the human race. We don’t realize our importance and very often if we do, we take it entirely too seriously. My opinion is that we’re here to love and be loved. We’re here to elevate one another, aren’t we? So, what to do? I guess I’ll play around with contacting her and then I’ll forget about her. That’s the way it usually goes, ain’t it?

Naaah, if I’m gonna walk the talk I’ve got to make an effort. She’s a lost lamb, so I suppose this shepherd will try to get her back in one piece.

It’s that time again so I thought I’d give you ten reasons that I have to rejoice.

10. I have health insurance! Just got my member card in the mail yesterday.

9. I have money in my wallet. (it ain’t a LOT, but i’ve got some)

8. I spoke with my Pooper today and he said, ‘Bubbe come HERE and stay!’ It’s nice to be wanted…and loved.

7. The weather is rather delightful today and I’m not schvitzing like a racehorse.

6. I’ll soon be able to see my Marmy and I’m pleased as punch.

5. I just heard one of my favorite songs on KFOG. (I listen to it on the computer since I don’t  live in Cali anymore)

4. Spoke with my good pal Spookytoof Malone and we’re putting the band back together. The NEW Soldiers of Funk.

3. My kids aren’t in peril.

2. I feel good today–even if I’m supposed to be at work today. Later today…

1. I’m alive, I’m healthy and I’m loving life. The world is my oyster, baby!

Take the time to make your own list today and rejoice. Today is yours! Make it count.

Remember that song by Al Stewart? Unfortunately, I do. It wasn’t a great tune. Al Stewart is famous for that song ‘The Year of the Cat’. It was a trippy number; mellow and smooth, but also kinda creepy. My sister and I used to make fun of it for some reason. Well, I know why–it’s because we loved doing song parodies and making sport of easy listening music. You have to understand it in order to truly do it any justice. That sort of falls in with my guilty pleasure fixation. Yeah, I know…I should get a life, but I just don’t wanna right now.

See, the thing of it is this: what would have been my sister’s 50th birthday fast approaches. Cool thing is it’s also the birthday of the ever lovely Keanu Reeves. So, while I am in a sad, sorta blue mood thinking about my sister’s death, I also have the joy of knowing that Keanu is celebrating his life.

Warped, but neat. My sister didn’t embrace the aging process one bit. She was vain, so I can tell you right now that the big FIVE O would have just about killed her. As her kids grow up and believe me, they’ve grown up, I think about how proud she would be of the kind of people they’re turning out to be. Mind you, they get on my nerves but you know they’ve been a blessing to me and they’re really neat folks.
They’ve got compassion, they’re smart, they’re sweet, they’re funny as hell. Both of them have a great sense of humor. The gal’s is corny and silly and the boy-o’s is sarcastic and dark like aspects of mine. They both love music, which would delight my sister to no end.

I’m in a happy place in my life. Things aren’t perfect, but they’re plenty fine by me. I have more friends than I know what to do with at times, I’m relatively healthy (both body and mind), I laugh every day and I’m not living on the streets in my own filth.
That’s pretty good in my book.  I’m seeking contentment. Pfunk’s foolosophy is all about finding your bliss, reaching for your goals and dreaming big. It’s also about accepting things as they are when you can’t change your circumstances. Sometimes you have to sit still to move forward.

I hope my readership increases, but if it doesn’t and I never  make a penny from this blog, I’ll still be happy and I’ll still write because I know that it’s important to me.

So, on September second as you’re enjoying the weekend with your loved ones, think of someone who couldn’t be there with you and tell them you love them. Let them know you miss ‘em and when they were with you that you did appreciate them. I think you’ll feel the warmth of the response from them in your soul.