My Dark Side


My wife and I have a lot of conversations about her darker, morbid side of her personality. She often tries to engage me in going down these rabbit holes in her mind to identify which parts are truly needing fixes, and which parts are all talk and no action. For example, not so many years ago, we were discussing climate change and how she felt the world needed to have a large chunk of the population removed. She explained the Black Plague and Spanish Flu and how they both helped not only the economic separation between the wealthy and the poor, but they reset the human population to a manageable count. 

I cannot say I agree with her. She has gone down these rabbit holes before and each time I am required to be the opposite viewpoint to bring back the civility and humanity of the conversation. I discuss the amount of innovation lost due to these disruptions in human activity. I show how hope (the one thing that pushes people forward) is hugely impacted by long term depression or post traumatic mental challenges like being the sole survivor of a family wiped out by a pandemic. Sound familiar?

But it all changes this year. Instead of suppressing my emotions as I am always doing, I am going to take these dark, dank, morbid, and evil thoughts and write them out. Not here of course...as the internet is hosts to truly evil people bent on destroying anything and everything in the name of “God”, “Freedom” and “Family”. I do not need to give them better ways to make the world worse than it is. Therefore, I will use the same method Samuel L. Jackson used in the Kingsman movie...pen and paper. “Nobody can hack that shit!”

But why? Why now? After spending my entire life neatly folding every bad thought and placing it somewhere in the nether reaches, I am realizing that I am out of storage. This last year has push my capacity for positive living to the limit. I cannot avoid the turmoil any longer and I need to take each one out, review, understand, acknowledge, and finally dispose of each and every one of the plethora of dark thoughts and move on. I need to identify and make reparations for each of those dark actions stored in the abyss. If one of those plots stored in that dark realm of my brain manage to come to fruition as I have always feared, I will rely on my wife to provide the balance I need to move through it. 

Happy New Year!

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