Here’s an explanation of this group:
(Someone else wrote this explanation.)
Here’s my explanation of this group, written by me:
WYFP? means, What is Your F-ing Problem.
It’s a joke, because, traditionally, when someone speaks that phrase, it’s an angry, verbal attack. “What’s your f-ing problem!??” means, “Why are you annoying me?!?”
But here at Daily Kos, we are all about puppies and kittens, and we express mostly concern, and a desire to give each other emotional support.
So, when we ask that question in this Saturday night series of diaries,
we are truly asking if you have any problems you want to tell us about, and we will be your sounding board, your group therapy group, your peer support group.
That’s why the sign board above says, “May we find peace and healing here.”
I took care of one of my problems: folks asking what does the WYFP? stand for.
Now, on to more problems.
Those of you who are regulars at this group, you already read all this before, but I will now re-hash all of it, since you let me, and you promise, informally, to give me your clicks, and each click I take as a “Poor baby!”
Thank you, in advance, for your clicks.
1. My wife.
2. Her brother.
3. My body.
Those are my biggest problems.
My tags give you a hint at my solutions.
My wife yells at me, then, minutes later, smiles at me and expresses absolute adoration for me.
She refused to vote for Hillary, and insists there are plenty of Democrats in public office who are bigots (my family is a black American family).
Her brother demands many things, but he understands my limitations.
He voted for Trump, and cried tears of joy, when he won.
He does not understand that Trump would happily lynch him, a black man, on our sycamore tree in our back yard.
He insists that I must be a Christian, filled with the Holy Spirit, since I try pretty hard, to serve my wife, and his two year old daughter, and the whole household.
He knows I insist there is no god, but he thinks I am just temporarily confused, or something.
I enjoy our Bible study time together, since I am pretty familiar with the Bible, and I agree that we can all learn a great deal from the Bible.
My body is fading away, in stamina, and in skill and dexterity.
(I am training my two year old niece, to do the dishes and the laundry. She is an eager student. She likes to play in water. She just needs to learn the details.)
I take lots of pain meds, sometimes three ibuprofen at once, along with two acetaminophen, and wash it all down with a large swig of generic DayQuil, for extra acetaminophen.
And then another round of pain meds in three hours, then another round three hours after that.
I do all that, mainly on the days I am trying to get through a day of hard work at Walmart.
But I sometimes take a round or two of meds on my days off.
I only work three days a week at Walmart, so I have four days off, but my body still gives out on me, sometimes.
I find myself trying to visualize what work I will do, in the last ten years of my life, from around the year 2030, to the year 2040, when I imagine I will likely die, at the age of about 85.
Of course, I cannot accurately predict any of this, but I am trying to make plans.
I want to stay busy.
Maybe I could do a little bit of trimming bushes for my brother-in-law, for his customers, when he mows their lawns.
I know I will need to quit Walmart, before the year 2030.
Some days, I feel that I will need to quit Walmart, before the year 2020.
Tell us, what is getting you down?
Get it off your chest, and maybe you will feel just a tiny bit better.
Thanks for reading.