Cracked Pot Meditations – I Don’t Write These For You . . . Too Much

Meditation for May 9^th, 2016

I Don’t Write These For You . . . Too Much

I started this on January 11^th as an idea for being accountable to write something everyday. I like the idea of doing a meditation spoof to make fun of the Portland and AA communities that take that shit so seriously. I’ve now written 116 posts on meditation, my girlfriend has written two, and I still have the goal to hit 365.

On September 3^rd, 2014 I felt like I was having a heart attack and headed to the hospital and found out I had stage 3 cancer. I had two surgeries and four intense rounds of chemo. My whole life had taken a hit harder than any other hit I’ve ever experienced before. Getting sober was way easier than having chemo, and getting sober was hard as fuck.

The chemo made my brain a buzzy, foggy chamber of stutter thinking. Before chemo, I was writing a novel and several short stories. I was reading a book every two weeks or less. I was engaged in deep conversations and was an avid reader of news. Now I am unable to read more than a few pages of a book without realizing I haven’t ascertained a damn thing, I have a hard time writing even these 500 – 1000 word meditations and I can’t hold a conversation without drifting off and staring at leaves being gently blown by the wind and feeling so tired my face starts to vibrate.

Some people love these meditations, others have openly made fun of me in a negative way and most people are indifferent – just like the people in your life and how they feel about you. Luckily I’m not doing it for you. I am doing this for me so I can get my head back in the game. I want to be smart again. I want to be witty and fast on my feet. I don’t want to be exhausted after thinking a little bit. This is my solution.

I decided to make fun of meditation and the lifestyle that goes along with it and hide a little nugget of truth in it so that people could get something out of my posts if they wanted. I wanted a fun way to make fun of things that make me mad, annoy me, wished people would understand better and things that annoy me about me. I have had every single person I know in my head when I have written these, so yes, in a way, these meditations are about you…

…but fuck you, this is for me more. So I hope I can hit 365 (maybe 366 since this is a leap year), and I hope to have Nicole write more guest posts. I hope that this will unlock the mucky goo that is my brain right now. This is my therapy, my art and my meditation.

Prayer

Portland, Oregon

5/9/2016

God

Church of the Holy Sepulcher

Amar Ben Ela’as St

Jerusalem, Israel

RE: Letter of Intent to Sue

Acct# 10/3/1976

Dear God:

This letter serves as the formal notice of my intent to file a lawsuit against God for giving me cancer, alcoholism and clinical depression. These ailments have been a hindrance to the complainant’s life. This has injured the client’s ability to work, have relationships or being able to enjoy the life of a Coor’s commercial.

Other side effects of your client’s intervening on the complainant’s life has been losing work, relationships, and just having a slightly less than easy life. This has caused great emotional, physical and even spiritual health of the complainant. There will be long term effects.

If you wish to resolve this matter without court action, you will want to give the complainant super powers that match one fictional Superman within 30 days. If I do not hear from your company, I will initiate a lawsuit.

Your prompt attention is appreciated ,

David Everett Fisher

Craft

You should start your own blog! Sometimes you can even make money. This site is a labor of love so no money has been made. That will hopefully change in the near future.

Anyhoo, this is what you’ll want to do to start a blog:

First thing you should do is making T-shirts and stickers. (This also works when you are trying to start a band) A cool website name should be thought of. Make sure the name is merchandisable.

Then you want to go to a site like WordPress (this site uses WordPress), Blogger, Tumblr or other sites. They will give you a prompt to either use the free version or to sign up for custom domain and hosting services. Having a custom domain and hosting service costs money. I spend the money to have my name be the domain name and have it hosted.

Write.

Write often. If you don’t write then why would anyone read your shit if it’s the same blog post about Obama’s reelection.

Be a billionaire.

Goal

Thank you for the kind words; fuck you for the unkind words and a double fuck you for the grammar advice.