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Screaming into the wind
Screaming into the wind

Screaming into the wind

Ever have that feeling that no matter how right you are, no matter how the facts lean in your favor, no matter how eloquent your argument is, you’re just screaming into the wind? You know how frustrating that is?

This is when I wish I had an entirely anonymous blog, where I could completely let loose. But as much as I try to keep personal details out of here, there’s enough known about me that if I start to scream to the skies about what’s going on to make me so crazy, it would be easy peasy to figure out exactly what I was talking about.

So instead I scream to the skies that it isn’t right, we’re being screwed, and thankyousomuch for bringing so much unfuckingnecessary stress into my life. That it involves my son makes it even worse.

Some very very difficult decisions are going to need to be made. I don’t know if they will be made in the near or distant future, but unfortunately they will need to be made. And I’m not happy about it; I thought we were past this.

The facts lean in our favor and we have an eloquent argument, but we’re still screaming into the wind.


  1. I’m so sorry for you, my friend. I wish there was something I could do or say to ease your stress. I’ll be sending positive thoughts and prayers your way for this to all work itself out the way you want it to.

  2. Having been monitoring your recent distress over a bad situation that has come into your life, I can sympathize and feel bad for you, but that won’t help the situation. Maybe make you feel better for a moment, but “it” is there when you come back to reality.

    So keep venting and we’ll be here with that cyber shoulder.

  3. Me thinks we should start a rant blog – call it Screaming Into The Wind – and accept anon submissions for people to get out of their systems & gather assvice on. If time was not my enemy I’d be on it right now.

Whaddya think?

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