Man Of Miracles

I’m a mess. This morning I awake with my left foot swollen to three times its size and my wife crying in the bathroom. Our electricity is going to be shut off in three days because of unpaid bills and our cat is suffering from fierce scrape wounds to the nose and head. Last night at dinner my wife and I spent two hundred dollars because we drank and ate so much so that we could forget about all the difficulties present in our life. It was fun but now we are both hung over and broke. My house is cold and my job is starting to give me chest pains. If only I could jump into a hole and bury my head. I am a mess,

…..my father sent me an article today about debt. I have more debt than a mountain has weeds. Sending me an article on debt is like sending a cat and article on language. A cat has no words to speak and I have no cash to pay off my debts. I wrote him back a letter telling him that if he wants to help me with my debt, send cash, otherwise let me be. My car has two big dents in it and every time you push on the brakes there is a sound of metal. My wife is frustrated with me for the large amounts of stress my way of life brings to her. If I was only able to find a way to have balance and be happy, she keeps telling me. The roof of our home allows rain water to fall on the floor and currently some workers are banging away beneath my desk trying to fix an broken floor beam. I feel as if inside of me there is a boiling pressure cooker than at any moment could pop. I am a mess,

…I have rent due and not nearly enough money to pay it. My refrigerator is filled with aging food and my liver is aching from all the booze I have been consuming. Panic attacks have been a daily occurrence and usually before bed at night I think about death. I am filled with unmanifested dreams and am always feeling like nothing is good enough. My wife cries in the bathroom all through out the day and the only solid pleasure I seem to be able to find is masturbating to porn on the internet. My chest is always tight, my mother is always concerned about my well being and I am three years away from being 40. I am a mess,

…I nap a lot ion the afternoons and have a hard time climbing out from bed. I do not remember my dreams and I often eat burnt toast for breakfast with a boiled egg. I am addicted to email and have been writing people that I do not even know for help. Yesterday, while driving across the bay bridge I had a terrible panic attack which made me feel like death was sitting upon my shoulder. I tried to jump out from the moving vehicle, but once again my wife saved my life. I have experienced very little success already I have been afflicted with two chronic diseases, one which could be fatal. My wife and I seem to fight constantly and I can not stop looking at other women because it is another form of fleeting pleasure for me. I spend all my money on books (that I never read) and food and often dream about prostitutes and flying through the sky. The mattress I sleep upon is old and almost undone and my bedroom collects dust like a garbage can collects trash. I am a mess,

….my sister is an alcoholic who thinks that Arabs are going to take over the country. All around me are signs of affluence but I struggle for every dollar I earn. I am underpaid and overworked and like all lower income people I am taken advantage of time and time again. I am tired of it all and seek out a solution. I think about suicide, killing sprees and self mutilation but none of these answers would I be capable of performing. All day I have been looking for another job, but there is nothing I am interested in doing. My back hurts from writing out my soul so much and I am suffering from chronic diarrhea and palpitations because of my nereves. All I want to do is eat and drink to forget about the pain. I go from meal to meal as if I trying to erase the desperation that I feel in between. There are wars being waged, poverty all around, starvation and injustice walking through the air and I am a mess. Such a big mess that I have no clue as to how to clean it up,

….I have thought about buying guns, mops, towels, and blankets all to clean up the mess that I am. I have thought out self help solutions and consulted with great gurus. I have prayed, meditated and walked on pilgrimages for miles a day. I am out of shape, winded when I walk up stairs, afraid to ride my bike because of various cardiac issues and wondering around my home like a zombie who has been beaten by the struggles of the world. If this was not enough I see ghosts, spirits and can look deep into peoples souls. I know what you are thinking before you think it and I am aware of the truth. I can see through time and I know what the future will bring and so I try to preoccupy myself with various forms of pleasure and sleep so I do not have to think about it. In one more day I will be done, done with this way of living. I will change and do what I have to so that I am not all messed up. I will use a broom or mop and clean myself up so that you will see all that I can be. I will get a haircut and seek out the help of psychologists and chiropractors. I will brush my teeth put on my best face and find a decent job. I will stop complaining about my situation and accept all of this as the way life is. I will stop envying the sucess of Brad Pitt or Johny Depp and try to enjoy my job as a Teacher, my bank account with a small balance and my freezing cold home. I will think positively and learn to identify my good feelings from my bad ones,

….in one more day I will become a man of miracles…. but today just let me be a mess.

19 thoughts on “Man Of Miracles

  1. hello randal, I looked for your email, but couldnt find it.
    we dont know each other and , and I dont really know what to say, except i have been where you seem to be . For quite a while i was a hard core heroin addict, with all the assosciated shit that goes with it, then moved up in the world and became a cocaine addict, then alcoholic, and I know what it is to be gut wrenchingly poor, and feel that you cant go on, and their is no way out.

    Part of me is hesitating to say this, as i dont want to come across as any kind of nutter, but there is a prosess i have been doing (personally and proffessionally) for the last 7 years, that has helped myself and thousands of others to turn their life around.
    if you are interested in hearing about it, please feel free to email me, and if not I hope you can make tommorrow come a bit early.

  2. …and besides- if I did not have my sufferings to wallow over- why write?

    ..but- Enigma- thank you for your concern, and you are not a nutter- I am the king nutter. What is a nutter?

  3. Cool store, those are some fantastic tshirts, congratulations. If I wasn’t broker than you are, I would buy one for sure. Fantastic!

  4. when the who is most broke competition has finished playing out ………great writing, Randall, I never know with you what’s real, and how much of that has been grossly exagerrated, and what’s metaphor (those lemons, surely 🙂 ) but anyways, I always like coming here as you write very well.

  5. actually the lemons were the true part and me being broke and a mess is the metaphor. In actuality I am a practicing Buddhist who has more wealth than I could ever calculate and I am enlightened. There is a smile which never leaves the corners of my face- accept when I realize that this is all a bunch of bullshit.

    hey Paul, when you make your fortune than you can purchase a shirt and where it all over my favorite town- Brisbane. Or maybe for your B-day, I’ll buy you one.

  6. I read this and thought of you (I mean this in a flattering way):
    “Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”
    -Ernest Hemingway

  7. “I see ghosts, spirits and can look deep into peoples souls. I know what you are thinking before you think it and I am aware of the truth. I can see through time and I know what the future will bring and so I try to preoccupy myself with various forms of pleasure and sleep so I do not have to think about it”

    I might just be daft, but can you really do this? I have heard that real palmists and card readers use the cards and palm for show, that in reality they know everything about a person the second they walk in the door.

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