A christian gentleman (at least attempts to be) in his late 50's who is happy & grateful to have this time on earth and believes that we are all God's children and are incredible & magnificent when we choose to be. I chose Surreal as my name because it is the definition of what I prefer to post.
Wikipedia's Description: Surreal humour (also called surreal comedy, absurdist humour, or absurdist comedy) is a form of humour predicated on deliberate violations of causal reasoning, thus producing events and behaviours that are obviously illogical. Portrayals of surreal humour tend to involve bizarre juxtapositions, incongruity, non-sequiturs, irrational or absurd situations, and expressions of nonsense.
I do not take joy in peoples sufferings and pain. I have had my fair share and know the feelings and costs too well. I once took life serious and was deeply depressed and jaded. That was a long time ago, but I remember. I discovered that there was a better way to deal with disappointment, pain and loss (at least for me). And that is not to take it so seriously and if anything, search for the humor so you laugh instead of cry. Happy instead of sad. It doesn't always work and life is serious, but that's life. Better than getting cynical, mean and rotten. I'm sure you can figure out the rest.
When was the first time Surreal realized that something about the governance of our lives, just wasn't right?
I guess, the first time I realized this world was not as it seemed. Corrupt politicians, churches, institutions and most importantly me. Was through the mirror in April of 1993.
I was watching, practicing Christians and their children being burned alive. Bill & Hillary along with other politicians, patting themselves on the back for ending the crisis. Friends and neighbors and most of us, believing & repeating the government media talking points. Maybe even laughed and/or said those crazy Christian people, probably deserved it.
73 people were murdered by their government that day. 25 of the murdered, were infants and children. The insane part was...it happened in Waco, Texas. For me, this is where the spell-ing's were broadly accepted then accelerated.
The castings for Desert Storm, 911, Iraq, Benghazi, Libya, etc. With the immeasurable sacrifices of individual sufferings. 24 hr a day tell-a-vision splayed it to the world and we all picked sides. Placed our bets and watched the shows. It was sad but...To Bad! No one really cared enough to do anything. "What time is the game?" "Let's go to the lake"
Since then. I've traveled through the stages of shock, grief, fear, anger and everything else that someone goes through when they accept reality and/or wake up. Finally standing in front of unbelievable... and asking yourself "What & where now?"
I'm not exactly sure but what seems to be working is... Stay close to God. If under attack and the fires of hell are burning all around. With some courage & dignity...Claim it!
In the mean time, this is still a beautiful world with lots of reasons to laugh, be kind, be true and continue to learn to be as real as possible. That's good enough for me.
The days that my gratitude is higher than my expectations... is a good day!