rebound

I have returned to venting, and describing my time in Faceland.  Besides I have totally come to understand that you have to laugh or you will die.  So I have returned to document the dumb for the day.

Well being gone for so long there is so much to experience and get accustom to.  Well there is a new baby face in my universe.  I try to be understanding, comforting, basically show the kindness that I would pray my mini me keeps all of his life.  But here is some background information.  I am not a people person... I do not like people.  This simple fact makes existing in Faceland extremely difficult.  Well They say I am too old face, (Sorry K I never had a face name for you) said to me recently that she knew I was not a touchy freely person..... Hello she knew and respected that, everyone should.  Oh is it age, wisdom gray on her ass that made her know... made her know me?????

I have to focus.. this new to me face... Let us baptize you... You are Ewock face.  I must apologize Most Orderly face gnome cross with gecko face good but I like ewock. Well Ewock touches me.  Now this might not seem bad or even dumb, but ever since I had the surgeries I do not like people to touch me.  Now I tried to tolerate it because people just might not know I do not want to be touched.  But when this Ewock puts that furry mitt on me my skin begins to crawl.  I have tried the intelligent oh please do not touch me.  I tried the long explanation of my medical issues.  I mean really if someone tells you that they have issues with their legs and back, why would you touch them.... And I walk with a cane.  But no I can still feel the fury mitt on me.  One day the reflexes were quit good and I grabbed that paw and twisted and squeezed with all my might... screaming do not touch me you creature.  Did it stop of course not.

I brought powders, crystals and statues to faceland trying to ground, center and ward the demon away.  But nothing worked the demon was always present, Ewock became my personal psycho face.  Then it hit me so I prayed:

Dear Universe, please give me the strength not to punch this fury crunched up face Ewock.  Give me the strength to tolerate this new and foreign species, please give me a sign teach me tolerance and understanding.  Thank you for your continuous blessings.......

Then I waited. I keep hearing muffled sounds... so when that fury mitt ran across my back I grabbed it and tried to rip it off.  I was going to skin it and through it on the grill and feed it to the head faces during barbecue Faceland palozza.  I look up and I see Satan's little helper face... laughing.  He said I am sorry you were praying, I thought you were talking to me I was going to kill the ewock but you go ahead.......



Lesson:

1. Do not touch me.
2. Be careful when you pray, you do not know who might answer and how.
3. and the Ewock does so many dftd that you will see the name come up again.