J.J. Goodman: Writings, Musings and More

And now for something completely different: Awake and see through curs-ed clouds; The day breaks with silent scorn; Though cross-ed stars be engulfed in shrouds; It shall not be for them we mourn. Sunlight burns across lovers' faces; Dividing mercilessly the lonely heart; 'Tis not the sunset that fills the spaces; Nor the moon that keeps them apart. In darkness tired wings take flight; Watched closely through destiny's eye; Fever thrashed all through the night; As determination pierced the sky. Emotions rise upon arrival; Reckoning moments for souls draw near; Tears held back to ensure survival; There are no demons left to fear. A mind returns from the tormented dream; All anguish imagined or so it would seem; Away dark morn go from my sight; Through curs-ed clouds there comes a light. © J.J. Goodman 2013. All rights reserved. 

“Seriously, Jimmy, how long are you going to just sit around here and wallow in self pity?” Jimmy had grown tired of answering the same question over and over. With a deep sigh, he relented and answered, again. “Scotty, I told you. I’m not wallowing in self pity. I have demons, man. I have demons and they won’t let me.” Scotty grew frustrated. “Jimmy, everybody has demons. You fight them.” “Not these demons.” “Then therapy. Get drunk. Do something! This isn’t healthy.” “If I had a choice, don’t you think I would?” “Frankly, no. I don’t think you would,” Scotty answered honestly. “First of all, you do have a choice. You can choose to shake the demons off of your back. Go to a therapist, man. You just have to decide to do it.” “These aren’t the kind of demons I can get rid of with therapy.” Scotty shook his head. There was just no getting through to his friend. The deeper and deeper Jimmy sunk into despair and melancholy, the more and more Scotty and the ...

  Ok, let’s start with a math problem. There are two answers: One answer for those who are perky, quick-witted, and good at math even in the morning (who, incidentally, will be beaten unmercifully with a flip-flop and force to listen to Carly Rae Jepsen in retaliation for their perkiness and good-at-mathiness); and one answer for those of us who hate math and perky people.   Are you ready? Q:   P erson X removes a load of clothing from the dryer and places it on the bed. Among the clothes are eighteen socks. How many pairs of matching socks does Person X have? Perky Mathy Person Answer:   “That’s easy! If there are eighteen socks, then Person X has nine pairs of socks, obviousl….” *FWAP FWAP FWAP*   “Ow!!! What was that fo…” *FWAP FWAP* (Now, go away and don’t call me, maybe.) Normal People Answer: [Note: Correct answer] “If Person X is like me, then Person X doesn't have a single f***ing pair of matching socks.” In all actu...