Its 2:11am, and I am sitting out in the cold, on my laptop, and wearing socks with sandals. So now when I pull my feet out of the sandals I will look like a ninja turtle.
I have an unofficial creative partner who also happens to be my best friend. He is currently working a job in an industry that he went to school for and wanted to be in and I am not. He is always ready to get some shit down on paper, and I am not. So it only makes sense that after a while he may want to re think his partnership. I would too, BUT, the reason I dont seem committed and all in is because I am such a basket case that I lose whats important in my mind.
In order to sit and write with him, I have to drive out of my small town (out of my bubble, my comfort zone where I could possibly die or get raped. You see I have this tight little ass that I am always worried someone is going to want to penetrate it.) then go to his place, try and find PARKING which is impossible in that city. I have never had to spend so much time parking, its fucking insane, and when I do find a spot there is always this button hook maneuver I have to make to squeeze in somewhere. When at my house (okay my parents house) I have a nice pristine drive way I can park in. This would be every single time I go there. Now in the big picture should this stop me from having fun, being creative, and by the grace of god come up with something that becomes amazing and it gets picked up and then Ill never have to park again!!!?????
Of course it shouldn't stop me!
If it stopped me that means that I am a bigger pussy than I think I already am, and it means I dont want it badly enough. A straight up PUSS! So while I am being a pussy he finds someone else to work on stuff with then I am left with what? My dick in my hand and a sad face thats what!
The american dream is doing something you love to do, and get paid for it. Plain and simple, but in order to obtain the american dream you need to truly deep deep down in that tight little ass of yours, WANT IT!
Friday, October 7, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
THE MAN WAS ALL HEART.
I started this blog to be funny, and maybe put some thoughts down, but this issue is taking up most of my brain and it more than deserves a post on a blog even if its a blog no one reads.
When you first find out that someone you know has passed away a million things come rushing to your brain such as:
- How did he/she die?
-When?
-How should I feel about this?
-How does the family feel?
-What is the impact going to be on my daily life?
-Is there going to be a funeral?
-Should I be crying?
There are answers to all these questions, the only one there isnt a correct answer to is "Why?"
In some religions the answer to "why?" is "The lord works in mysterious ways."
But that's only a theory. Some find it to be helpful. The idea that the reason a loved one passed away is part of God's plan can be comforting. But only to the ones that believe that theory.
One of the most universal answers to WHY is: "Everything happens for a reason."
This one can be comforting as well, but the sadness and loss will more than likely outweigh it.
People have been trying to figure out WHY things happen, and probably we will never know. I think in the matter of losing someone the answer to why is really not all that important. The important part is that we deal with the loss in a healthy way that strengthens our hearts while we are on this planet. (which is easier said than done) And also no one wants to hear "It will get better soon." Look we know it will get better, but just let me freak out for a little bit.
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The world lost my co worker and my buddy the other day. I wasnt the closest person to him by a long shot, but I can safely say he was a buddy that I could count on. Nothing prepares you for sudden tragedy, which is exactly what this was. He passed too soon, and there will be tears for a while from it. We knew he was sick, but we didn't know how bad, we told him to go to the doctor, but he said he didnt have health insurance. This is a sad and frustrating tragedy. That I will always remember and learn from.
I have always been good on judging peoples character, a trait I may have picked up from my father. I will say that my friend was ALL HEART, the guy had one of the biggest hearts I've seen in people. I cant think of a time where he was selfish. He worked his ass off for our store physically and emotionally. When he was on the brink he was still delivering pizzas, the guy was a soldier. Working there meant a lot to him, and he MORE than earned his money. We should name a fucking pizza after him.
Another thing was his sense of humor. If you know me you know I constantly make jokes, but when I do them, I am also gauging who is laughing and if it is real. I appreciate his understanding of my humor and I loved to make him laugh. It was pleasant. It made work fun.
He was a country music lover, a dog lover, work lover, and he loved his friends and family. I was beginning to think that maybe he was the one that told the Beatles to write a song called "All you need is love"...If all people had his kind of passion for people and things, the world might be a more peaceful place.
RIP
**These are just my thoughts on death, and what I remember of my buddy. these do not reflect everyones thoughts or beliefs, just mine**
When you first find out that someone you know has passed away a million things come rushing to your brain such as:
- How did he/she die?
-When?
-How should I feel about this?
-How does the family feel?
-What is the impact going to be on my daily life?
-Is there going to be a funeral?
-Should I be crying?
There are answers to all these questions, the only one there isnt a correct answer to is "Why?"
In some religions the answer to "why?" is "The lord works in mysterious ways."
But that's only a theory. Some find it to be helpful. The idea that the reason a loved one passed away is part of God's plan can be comforting. But only to the ones that believe that theory.
One of the most universal answers to WHY is: "Everything happens for a reason."
This one can be comforting as well, but the sadness and loss will more than likely outweigh it.
People have been trying to figure out WHY things happen, and probably we will never know. I think in the matter of losing someone the answer to why is really not all that important. The important part is that we deal with the loss in a healthy way that strengthens our hearts while we are on this planet. (which is easier said than done) And also no one wants to hear "It will get better soon." Look we know it will get better, but just let me freak out for a little bit.
========================================
The world lost my co worker and my buddy the other day. I wasnt the closest person to him by a long shot, but I can safely say he was a buddy that I could count on. Nothing prepares you for sudden tragedy, which is exactly what this was. He passed too soon, and there will be tears for a while from it. We knew he was sick, but we didn't know how bad, we told him to go to the doctor, but he said he didnt have health insurance. This is a sad and frustrating tragedy. That I will always remember and learn from.
I have always been good on judging peoples character, a trait I may have picked up from my father. I will say that my friend was ALL HEART, the guy had one of the biggest hearts I've seen in people. I cant think of a time where he was selfish. He worked his ass off for our store physically and emotionally. When he was on the brink he was still delivering pizzas, the guy was a soldier. Working there meant a lot to him, and he MORE than earned his money. We should name a fucking pizza after him.
Another thing was his sense of humor. If you know me you know I constantly make jokes, but when I do them, I am also gauging who is laughing and if it is real. I appreciate his understanding of my humor and I loved to make him laugh. It was pleasant. It made work fun.
He was a country music lover, a dog lover, work lover, and he loved his friends and family. I was beginning to think that maybe he was the one that told the Beatles to write a song called "All you need is love"...If all people had his kind of passion for people and things, the world might be a more peaceful place.
RIP
**These are just my thoughts on death, and what I remember of my buddy. these do not reflect everyones thoughts or beliefs, just mine**
The Beginning; Hopefully not the end.
Blogging thats the new thing now right?
I am starting this blog as a way to write shit down, and express how I feel most of the time. I am also always starving for attention so I figure this is a good way to obtain that. I will of course plug this site multiple times to get people to read this dumb shit. I am not above selling myself out.
In my typical fashion this could also be the last thing I ever post. I give up very easily. I think I spend most of my days wasting any talent I have. WHY? I dont know, ask my therapist that I pay a shit load of money to.
I am sorry I put you through this. Go back to watching "Jersey Shore"
I am starting this blog as a way to write shit down, and express how I feel most of the time. I am also always starving for attention so I figure this is a good way to obtain that. I will of course plug this site multiple times to get people to read this dumb shit. I am not above selling myself out.
In my typical fashion this could also be the last thing I ever post. I give up very easily. I think I spend most of my days wasting any talent I have. WHY? I dont know, ask my therapist that I pay a shit load of money to.
I am sorry I put you through this. Go back to watching "Jersey Shore"
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