Talkback with Junk Infinite insights into the cavernous world of Chunk’s Garage & Life in general.

Let’s touch on unpleasant things that we’d rather keep to ourselves. For the sake of healing, sometimes we simply need to take a deep breath, clench our teeth and toss the 50 pound sack of putrid shit on the table and deal with what comes out when you loosen the draw string.

One double edged sword is that of the ex wife. It’s good that they are your ex, and not your current spouse……….agreed. But the flip side is that they are your ex and may still to some degree have to interface with you…..ouch. You just want the ride to stop so you can get off and take a nice cleansing vomit for yourself and gather your thoughts….or suppress them.

One thing I was taught in my ethics class was about how some folks will commit heinous acts and then come to the realization that what they did just wasn’t cool. This realization is but a 1/100000000 of a second worth of thought. The next chunk of time is spent coming up with an alternate reality to justify said act so the individual can look at themselves in the mirror every day without sensing the immediate need to slit their wrists for the good of mankind.

Before I ramble, I’ll leave you with this: When the ex decides to bang your best friend, drain your bank account, sells everything you own, steals your kids AND THEN treats you like you are the root cause of the world’s problems and gets a judge to hammer the bung out of the bottom of you; don’t feel like the Lone Ranger. Don’t blame yourself, don’t hire a contract killer, just know that in the end, they will account for what they did. Just like you and I will have to account for what we have done. Vengeance ain’t yours home skillet. As much as we want it to be, it ain’t ours; believe that.

Chances are, your ex wife will make someone else a nice ex wife one day too. Then you will have someone else to have something in common with. You may even be able to counsel him and make him(and yourself) feel better.

Given the choice, I’ll take the sloppy shart in public, during a meeting, wearing white pants with no drawers underneath. I’m sure you’ll agree.

Sharing complete, I’m out.

~Junk