A must! I walk nearly everyday. I used to run, but arthritis ate me cartilage. Both activities help clear the head, for me at least.
As to Supression, maybe, I don’t know. He could’ve had a series of mini-strokes and not told anyone he was feeling weird. He could have had a delayed reaction to having the closet bowling ball fall off the shelf and onto his head. It could be a lot of maybes.
It sure as HELL could be that his ATMAN said, " Fuck this shit! It sucks! I’m out!". Still, armchair diagnosis isn’t fair.
Everyday I look in the mirror, I’m surprised by my reaction. *Sometimes I see a nice older gent who made it this far and why not? Sometimes I see a really confused teenager wondering what the Hell happened! Sometimes I see an exhausted old man who can’t believe what a pack of B.S. he’s been fed his whole life and really, it all seems hopeless. Sometimes I see a guy who can’t wait to have Dave’s Whole Wheat Seed Bread smothered in peanut butter and that will just hit the spot!
Sometimes I just see a guy tending his tiny corner of the world, with his wonderful wife, and both think it’s been OK just because we were able to do it together, whatever the Hell it is or purports to be.
