How do you feel?

When someone ask you do you just blow them off by saying fine?

What would they do if you actually opened up and told them?

The real question is how do you feel?

How do you feel?

Think about the question itself for a few minutes and ask your self if the question is how is your health, your mental compass, or is it a question of logic?

Most people assume it is your health, so the question should be is, how is your health, but that’s not what I asked you at all, no I asked how do you feel?

If I wanted to be witty, I could answer; with all my sensory receptors.

I think it depends on how you ask us the question; a stranger, its always, fine how about you, a friend is normally treated the same, a spouse or lover may get more information then they wanted.

So how do I feel?

Indifferent

Believe it or not; this is my first weblog. I thought about it for years; but never got around to it. I’m a Computer programmer by heart. I’ve worked a lot of Jobs; I was in the Air Force, did a lot of Computer Programming there. The (E)F-111, MH-60 and MH-53 were my Aircraft. I was Retired as Disabled Gulf War Vet. I went on to Program for the EPA then the BLM; then I was
permanently Retired as Disabled. Long haul for me.

I was retired and divorced form my wife of twenty years; don’t miss her at all; but I miss my two daughters; they are both grown up now; they don’t want to see or talk to me for reasons only they know; but my x-bitch from hell had more to do with it; she was a very sick puppy; was molested by her father (who wasn’t her biological father, a DNA test would prove that and that her mother was, lets say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree in this family) since the day she was born; grow up to make all men’s life a living hell; she lies so much she actually believes it; she is in her own little world of make believe; I just wish she would have left my children out of it.

I’m remarried now; living the life I always wanted to live; just wish I wasn’t so sick that I could enjoy it.

My new wife has two daughters; who treat me better than my own ever did; such is life. We do our best and try to live a good life despite my problems, we all have them, mine is with Gulf War Syndrome.

I’ll try to keep this Weblog going and up to date; its just my RANT; nothing more nothing less.

Jeff Flesher