Everybody Must Get Stoned

To borrow a chorus from a tremendously great balladeer, Bob Dylan from his song, "Rainy Day Women",

Well, they’ll stone you when you walk all alone
They’ll stone you when you are walking home
They’ll stone you and then say you are brave
They’ll stone you when you are set down in your grave
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned

There is so much truth to this song, but it's not just referring to women, although this has taken place with my ex-wife.  It will come from all those that you grew up with that were jealous of you for this reason or that.  Their jealousy and insecurities became such that they had to pick on you, harass you, persecute you, and ostracize you.  It might even come from your own siblings.  You might be made to feel like you are the bad seed, the little chick in the nest that needs to be pushed out of the nest to the ground and wither away.  With some it will last for a short period.  With some it will last a while.  Others, it will last a life time.  Yes, friends, everybody must get stoned.

So, I have walked alone.  I have entertained myself and have depended upon no one for my entertainment.  I have been self supporting and even attained a six figure salary at one time doing laboring work like being an aircraft  mechanic.  But after awhile I just got tired of being a gypsy, moving from one place to another, so that I could stay in the aircraft field and at that salary.  Oh, I landed a job with this corporation or that for awhile, until a layoff would come.  That would be because of something peculiar with the economy.  If I wanted to stay in that salary range, then I would have to move where I could land the next aircraft job.  That was part of the reason for my first marriage to become so disrupted.  The constant moving.  I stayed in the field after the divorce because where else am I going to find that kind of money to pay my child support?  I am one of those fathers that is responsible for those whom he brought into the world.  But then, when the money came to a halt, so did the relationship from the children.  They were legally bound by the court to continue my visitation, but after that, no longer legally bound and the mother knew that and she made damned sure that she made that impression upon the children.  I have not seen them since.  If it has not been mentioned before in this blog, but mentioned in my book, you have to remember that the mother also had ADHD.  She was just able to hide it from me very well.  My son also has ADHD.  Both are focused only on what is important to them and them only.  If anyone gets in the way of their focus, they become mean and hateful, and everyone else becomes the villain because everyone else is wrong except for them.  Yes.  Everybody must get stoned.  This will last even when I am set down in my grave.  For my brother, whom is nine years older than myself, if by the graces of God, I expire first, I wouldn't be surprised if he came to my grave and pissed on it.  That's how much my brother cares about his little brother.  Everybody must get stoned.