I'm slow motion through some days, but for most days, I feel as though I'm watching the day in time elapse fast motion.
Like those movie scenes or music videos where the "main character" is experiencing this vortex of events swirling around them. We watch them slowly move through warp speed scenarios, and when these scenes catch up with this character, they stand there stunned, overwhelmed and dumbfounded.
This describes my 2009. This year has been the most jarring year of my life. I learned very much very quickly. Most of my story I have already told in a previous blog, and I will not repeat myself here.
Now is a time for reflecting on past situations, and learning from them. This year, I have experienced just about every emotion a human being can, and I'm grateful for every situation I found myself in over the past twelve months. A few of them were bad,and it kept me going. It brought out my inner beast somehow..I knew She was in there somewhere, and She's only getting stronger.
To all the back stabbers, to the overwhelming, to the venomous liars and the living human mess, THANK YOU. You have made me better.
As far as goals for 2010, I plan to get back on my Spiritual path. It seems that when I moved to Phoenix, I pulled over for a bit and lost what I was getting so close to. This year, I plan to visit the Temple of Sekhmet right outside of Vegas. It's THAT close, so I have no excuse. I wouldn't go if I felt like I HAD to..I'm going because I want to. Someone was kind enough to build a temple in Her honor, and I wish to visit. I have plans to do many things in honor of my Goddess, Sekhmet, and I shall actually carve out time in my day to do such things. She has done so much for me, and I will return favor.
Other goals include purchasing a gun, and getting my CCW. This is something I've wanted to do for awhile now and I can't put it off any longer. I'm a firm believer in the second amendment and by carrying a firearm, you are that amendment in action. If we don't use our rights, we will lose them, and we as a nation cannot let that happen.
Then the typical personal goals people set. Bettering yourself physically and what not. I'm doing good with my weight...and I push myself harder when I feel like I've over done the food..but, I picked up cigarettes again. Even though I'm back to my "one or two a day" routine, I know better. It will give way to three, then six, then twelve..and so on...so I need to find away to soothe that need. It's not so much the nicotine (although I'm sure it gets there), it's the hand to mouth movement I need.
I am seriously hoping to get some of my writing published this year as well. It's just sitting on my computer; I need to get something out there.
Also on my list:
Stay assertive.
Stay sarcastic and cynical (the resolution I have no trouble keeping).
Talk when I need to. Even if I'm in a situation where saying certain things won't matter at that moment, if it feels right, I'll say them anyway; I'll never know if it will help me down the road.
There's more...I guess it's all about general improvement...which is what 2010 will be about.
This time next week, we'll be three days in to the new year. May it already be turning around.
Have a Happy New Year everyone...see you one the other side.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Kvetch
Out of sheer boredom and a sudden need to bitch, I have compiled a list (from the seemingly trivial to the somewhat valid) of things that simply "piss me right off."
1. The phrase "happy camper". Something about this saying angers me, especially coming from the lips of people that are way too happy for their own good. These obnoxious individuals observe you in a good mood and squeak these words: "Well aren't you a happy camper?" Excuse me? Excuse me?!?! That's all I can say, because I'm too angry to think of a clever retort. What's worse is when these people see that you are in a bad mood, they feel the need to tell you: "Oh, you're not a happy camper are you?" Thank you...thanks. No I am NOT a happy camper, nor will I ever be, you inane jackass.
2. When people try to talk to me when I can't hear them. I hate this. If I'm in the bathroom with water running and you're out in the hallway, odds are, I can't hear a god damn thing you're saying to me. I hate hearing the muffled voice of someone trying to carry on a conversation with me when they know full well that I can't hear them. Same goes if I'm wearing headphones, concentrating on something else, or if my ears are plugged up. Wait until you have my full attention before trying to talk to me, or wait until I'm done with whatever I'm doing. People that have done this before feel the annoyed "I can't hear you!" venom lash from my lips. Just wait until you're looking at me in the eye, then we can talk...it's all good.
3. People who ask for help without verbally asking. I'm usually in the mood to help people if they need it..usually. But, please, ASK. I've had people around me try to reach for something on a high shelf, and they'll stand there and strain and grunt as they strive to reach whatever they need. Then they have the nerve to shoot me a look like "how about you help me". Depending on who they are, I'll cheer them on with a sarcastic "come on, you can do it!" or I'll just shoot a look back like "what the hell was that look for?". My reactions usually trigger the "Can you help me with this" question that should have been asked several minutes before the one person stage show "Grunt and Strain."
4. People that are freaking out about 2012. Stop. Just stop it. So what? If "Planet X" is going to destroy the world, there's not going to be a single freaking place you can hide. Even if it comes close and shifts the poles, that is massive destruction that will be damn near impossible to survive...and if you do, that sucks for you. I would hate to survive something that catastrophic. Besides, we've heard this song before, a lot. It went something like: 05/05/2000...and let's not forget Y2K. I didn't think anything of it then, and I don't think much of it now. If the world ends, all your bunkers and food supplies will not matter, because guess what, you'll be dead. Plus, I read an interview with a Mayan elder awhile back, and he said "the Mayan calendar does not END on 12/21/2012.." (It's the end of a cycle, and a new one will start.) So. There.
5. Nirvana. There I said it. I can't stand most of what Nirvana released. I hate the fact that it's a MUST to love this band if you love 90's alternative. Well, you MUST be kidding me. I like their lesser known tracks. (Aneurysm, Sappy , About a Girl...) But the majority is, overplayed, overrated, and utter crap. I'll be over here listening to Alice In Chains..(the early stuff.) And I don't want to hear who influenced who. Hell, The Beatles influenced a lot of great bands...and I hate most of what The Beatles made as well.
6. While we're on the subject of music, all music today is total shit. I never thought I would complain about this generation's music the way my parents complained about mine, but here I am....
7. Nickelback...I don't think I need to explain why.
8. When people refer to TV characters as real people. "Yeah, he's funny. He reminds me of Jim." Jim...Jim from The Office? Are you freaking serious? I was having a conversation with someone awhile back, and they brought up the fact that "they don't like the way Michael was treating Pam last week..." Wait, you're talking about a freaking television show. These people don't really exist. You do know that, right?
Eight is a good closing number. I'm sure as more and more things piss me off, a Kvetch part deux will emerge.
1. The phrase "happy camper". Something about this saying angers me, especially coming from the lips of people that are way too happy for their own good. These obnoxious individuals observe you in a good mood and squeak these words: "Well aren't you a happy camper?" Excuse me? Excuse me?!?! That's all I can say, because I'm too angry to think of a clever retort. What's worse is when these people see that you are in a bad mood, they feel the need to tell you: "Oh, you're not a happy camper are you?" Thank you...thanks. No I am NOT a happy camper, nor will I ever be, you inane jackass.
2. When people try to talk to me when I can't hear them. I hate this. If I'm in the bathroom with water running and you're out in the hallway, odds are, I can't hear a god damn thing you're saying to me. I hate hearing the muffled voice of someone trying to carry on a conversation with me when they know full well that I can't hear them. Same goes if I'm wearing headphones, concentrating on something else, or if my ears are plugged up. Wait until you have my full attention before trying to talk to me, or wait until I'm done with whatever I'm doing. People that have done this before feel the annoyed "I can't hear you!" venom lash from my lips. Just wait until you're looking at me in the eye, then we can talk...it's all good.
3. People who ask for help without verbally asking. I'm usually in the mood to help people if they need it..usually. But, please, ASK. I've had people around me try to reach for something on a high shelf, and they'll stand there and strain and grunt as they strive to reach whatever they need. Then they have the nerve to shoot me a look like "how about you help me". Depending on who they are, I'll cheer them on with a sarcastic "come on, you can do it!" or I'll just shoot a look back like "what the hell was that look for?". My reactions usually trigger the "Can you help me with this" question that should have been asked several minutes before the one person stage show "Grunt and Strain."
4. People that are freaking out about 2012. Stop. Just stop it. So what? If "Planet X" is going to destroy the world, there's not going to be a single freaking place you can hide. Even if it comes close and shifts the poles, that is massive destruction that will be damn near impossible to survive...and if you do, that sucks for you. I would hate to survive something that catastrophic. Besides, we've heard this song before, a lot. It went something like: 05/05/2000...and let's not forget Y2K. I didn't think anything of it then, and I don't think much of it now. If the world ends, all your bunkers and food supplies will not matter, because guess what, you'll be dead. Plus, I read an interview with a Mayan elder awhile back, and he said "the Mayan calendar does not END on 12/21/2012.." (It's the end of a cycle, and a new one will start.) So. There.
5. Nirvana. There I said it. I can't stand most of what Nirvana released. I hate the fact that it's a MUST to love this band if you love 90's alternative. Well, you MUST be kidding me. I like their lesser known tracks. (Aneurysm, Sappy , About a Girl...) But the majority is, overplayed, overrated, and utter crap. I'll be over here listening to Alice In Chains..(the early stuff.) And I don't want to hear who influenced who. Hell, The Beatles influenced a lot of great bands...and I hate most of what The Beatles made as well.
6. While we're on the subject of music, all music today is total shit. I never thought I would complain about this generation's music the way my parents complained about mine, but here I am....
7. Nickelback...I don't think I need to explain why.
8. When people refer to TV characters as real people. "Yeah, he's funny. He reminds me of Jim." Jim...Jim from The Office? Are you freaking serious? I was having a conversation with someone awhile back, and they brought up the fact that "they don't like the way Michael was treating Pam last week..." Wait, you're talking about a freaking television show. These people don't really exist. You do know that, right?
Eight is a good closing number. I'm sure as more and more things piss me off, a Kvetch part deux will emerge.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Trudging Through an Unanswered Past
Nostalgia hit me like a ton of bricks today. I was digging through my storage in an attempt to find the horns I'll inevitably need for my costume. After twenty minutes of rummaging through boxes. I found them in my nightstand drawer (which I had looked in twice before while at my storage). The box rummaging wasn't a total loss though. During my horn quest, I found some clothes I forgot I owned along with a few CD's that I hadn't listened to in three or four years. I tossed my newly discovered wardrobe in the the back of the car and placed the CD's on the front passenger seat. I closed up storage, and away I drove.
I stuck this mixed CD I made way back in 2005. It was full of both decent and ridiculous techno. (Including the Mortal Kombat theme..lol) As I was flipping through the tracks, this song started by Gigi D'Agostino. I remember placing "I'll Fly With You" in very high regards back in '04. Yeah, it's cheesy techno, but at that time, I built something on that song. Over the years, I casually listened to this song, not really giving it much thought. However, today in the car, I was slammed with feelings from four years ago. Everything came together at that moment. The cooler weather, the song, and the location. It felt like I hit a deja vu mother load.
As the song kept going, I got hit with memories, the feelings that went along with those memories, and a fast forward picture show of the last few years. I wanted to jump out of my skin and trudge through the days of my past. As I drove through town, with this song on repeat, I narrowed my flight of recall down to a certain person.
My ever evasive wolf friend.
He was so serious back then...which is something he admitted to me when we talked on the phone right before I moved to Phoenix. He was intense and I was shy...bad combo. Our relationship never totally ended. We never had the "it's over" talk. We were just loose ends. I rarely saw him and when I did, it felt like the first encounter. The last time I saw him, was back in 2007. We hadn't seen each other for a year and a half, and I still became flustered. I felt ridiculous, and I ignored the fact that he had a crazed blond chick with him.
During our "right before I moved to Phoenix" phone conversation we did something foreign to the both of us. We talked.. a lot, about nothing...as it should be in those situations. He even pointed out in jest "wow, we're having an actual conversation.." The admittance of his past intensity soon followed that statement.
After that conversation, we didn't talk for over a year. This past June, after the demise of my engagement, the thought of contacting him tapped me on the shoulder. I shook it off....until I saw his last name on a license plate. In all my years of cosmic "bitch slaps" that was one of the biggest. There it was. No abbreviations, no numbers posing as letters...just the full last name, and next to it was the number '1'. I remember muttering "well shit" as I pulled my phone out, and dialed his number. Our conversation was decent. We caught up on the last year, and he kept talking to me even though he was at work. I told him I'd be moving back, which was followed by a sincere "oh great!" I told him I'd give him a call sometime. I haven't
He's one of those "we'll wait and see" people. Meaning, will I run into him...we'll just have to wait and see. I'm used to contacting or running into this guy a year at a time, so yeah, we'll see.
I'm not giving chase. It'll happen when it happens.
Things were left unfinished between us, and that's why it's weird. Even still.
It's not love, it's curiosity. It's a what the fuck moment in my life that I may or may not resolve.
In retrospect, there were SO many things between us that were never said. Things that we should have shared but were either too shy, or too proud to express. We had the awkward pauses, and when it was time for one of us to leave, we didn't want to. What is that? What happened? Why do I still give a shit?
Every time I turn to run into this mysterious water, I catch my self and shake my head.
The water in the sea is here, ready for me to go swimming, and here I am waiting for a tsunami.
C'est la vie.
I stuck this mixed CD I made way back in 2005. It was full of both decent and ridiculous techno. (Including the Mortal Kombat theme..lol) As I was flipping through the tracks, this song started by Gigi D'Agostino. I remember placing "I'll Fly With You" in very high regards back in '04. Yeah, it's cheesy techno, but at that time, I built something on that song. Over the years, I casually listened to this song, not really giving it much thought. However, today in the car, I was slammed with feelings from four years ago. Everything came together at that moment. The cooler weather, the song, and the location. It felt like I hit a deja vu mother load.
As the song kept going, I got hit with memories, the feelings that went along with those memories, and a fast forward picture show of the last few years. I wanted to jump out of my skin and trudge through the days of my past. As I drove through town, with this song on repeat, I narrowed my flight of recall down to a certain person.
My ever evasive wolf friend.
He was so serious back then...which is something he admitted to me when we talked on the phone right before I moved to Phoenix. He was intense and I was shy...bad combo. Our relationship never totally ended. We never had the "it's over" talk. We were just loose ends. I rarely saw him and when I did, it felt like the first encounter. The last time I saw him, was back in 2007. We hadn't seen each other for a year and a half, and I still became flustered. I felt ridiculous, and I ignored the fact that he had a crazed blond chick with him.
During our "right before I moved to Phoenix" phone conversation we did something foreign to the both of us. We talked.. a lot, about nothing...as it should be in those situations. He even pointed out in jest "wow, we're having an actual conversation.." The admittance of his past intensity soon followed that statement.
After that conversation, we didn't talk for over a year. This past June, after the demise of my engagement, the thought of contacting him tapped me on the shoulder. I shook it off....until I saw his last name on a license plate. In all my years of cosmic "bitch slaps" that was one of the biggest. There it was. No abbreviations, no numbers posing as letters...just the full last name, and next to it was the number '1'. I remember muttering "well shit" as I pulled my phone out, and dialed his number. Our conversation was decent. We caught up on the last year, and he kept talking to me even though he was at work. I told him I'd be moving back, which was followed by a sincere "oh great!" I told him I'd give him a call sometime. I haven't
He's one of those "we'll wait and see" people. Meaning, will I run into him...we'll just have to wait and see. I'm used to contacting or running into this guy a year at a time, so yeah, we'll see.
I'm not giving chase. It'll happen when it happens.
Things were left unfinished between us, and that's why it's weird. Even still.
It's not love, it's curiosity. It's a what the fuck moment in my life that I may or may not resolve.
In retrospect, there were SO many things between us that were never said. Things that we should have shared but were either too shy, or too proud to express. We had the awkward pauses, and when it was time for one of us to leave, we didn't want to. What is that? What happened? Why do I still give a shit?
Every time I turn to run into this mysterious water, I catch my self and shake my head.
The water in the sea is here, ready for me to go swimming, and here I am waiting for a tsunami.
C'est la vie.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Hanging out in limbo with new manifestations.
My writers block is driving me nuts. So, here I sit taking a look around
me. Feeling out my situation.
Actually, I don't think I'm in any particular situation...just hitting a
plateau. Creatively, I'm jotting down lines and working on a short story
for a contest (again). I also found myself drawing. Drawing is something I
normally don't try..since I can't seem to make the pencil perform magic, but
I found myself doodling a nice skull...to go a long with the neat-o
skeletons I drew a couple years ago.
In other news...every factory, warehouse, electronics business, and
distribution center in Prescott has my resume. Some of these fine
establishments have two of my resumes. One company has three. I even thought
I had a sure thing with this store that I worked at from 2004- 2006. Well,
my 'sure thing' ended up going bad. I was told that I was hired. I even
came in and filed out the new hire paper work. As soon as it got back to the
corporate that I was re-applying, they deemed me "un-hire able". Apparently,
they still have sand in their collective vagina. See, when I quit (over
three and a half YEARS ago) I gave them a four day notice, and wrote a
letter to the then store manager informing him of the horrible way the
company treats their employees. (Which is obviously true) Now, I would
understand the want not to hire me again if what I did happened three months
ago, but years?! Really? Hastings seems to be good at only one thing, and
that's holding grudges for three years. Seriously guys, change your tampons.
Anyway, I know that work is coming...I can feel it in my qualified bones.
In the meantime, I'm thinking about getting rid of my car. Not that I don't
love my car, but the payments suck. I could be saving at least another
hundred bucks a month if I went with a used vehicle. I can do the payments,
but I wish to save money faster. That, and I have an itch with the label of
'truck' that I kind of want to scratch.
Yes. Truck.
Back in 2002 when I got my very first car, I was thinking about getting a
truck. I should have. They say go with your first instinct, right? But, I
decided to listen to my mother who said "but you won't have enough room for
passengers" and "the gas millage is so bad..." So, I ended up with a 1992 Pontiac Bonneville...and I never had passengers. *sigh*
Then, the two times after that I got cars instead, I always ended up wondering why. Especially when I ended up on bumpy dirt roads. Or when I would slide through an inch of slush.
My current car is a rear wheel drive...oh boy, I can't wait for the snow.
So, between attracting a job, a break in the writers block, and a truck, my manifestation muscles are working overtime, and it's making for some odd dreams. But, in these dreams, I have a truck.
Well, this update is just about done. I have more, but my contacts are drying out.
Stay tuned for the adventures of getting new contacts, preparing for minor out patient surgery, (be gone precancerous cervical....thing!), and getting ready for the end of this freaking psycho year.
me. Feeling out my situation.
Actually, I don't think I'm in any particular situation...just hitting a
plateau. Creatively, I'm jotting down lines and working on a short story
for a contest (again). I also found myself drawing. Drawing is something I
normally don't try..since I can't seem to make the pencil perform magic, but
I found myself doodling a nice skull...to go a long with the neat-o
skeletons I drew a couple years ago.
In other news...every factory, warehouse, electronics business, and
distribution center in Prescott has my resume. Some of these fine
establishments have two of my resumes. One company has three. I even thought
I had a sure thing with this store that I worked at from 2004- 2006. Well,
my 'sure thing' ended up going bad. I was told that I was hired. I even
came in and filed out the new hire paper work. As soon as it got back to the
corporate that I was re-applying, they deemed me "un-hire able". Apparently,
they still have sand in their collective vagina. See, when I quit (over
three and a half YEARS ago) I gave them a four day notice, and wrote a
letter to the then store manager informing him of the horrible way the
company treats their employees. (Which is obviously true) Now, I would
understand the want not to hire me again if what I did happened three months
ago, but years?! Really? Hastings seems to be good at only one thing, and
that's holding grudges for three years. Seriously guys, change your tampons.
Anyway, I know that work is coming...I can feel it in my qualified bones.
In the meantime, I'm thinking about getting rid of my car. Not that I don't
love my car, but the payments suck. I could be saving at least another
hundred bucks a month if I went with a used vehicle. I can do the payments,
but I wish to save money faster. That, and I have an itch with the label of
'truck' that I kind of want to scratch.
Yes. Truck.
Back in 2002 when I got my very first car, I was thinking about getting a
truck. I should have. They say go with your first instinct, right? But, I
decided to listen to my mother who said "but you won't have enough room for
passengers" and "the gas millage is so bad..." So, I ended up with a 1992 Pontiac Bonneville...and I never had passengers. *sigh*
Then, the two times after that I got cars instead, I always ended up wondering why. Especially when I ended up on bumpy dirt roads. Or when I would slide through an inch of slush.
My current car is a rear wheel drive...oh boy, I can't wait for the snow.
So, between attracting a job, a break in the writers block, and a truck, my manifestation muscles are working overtime, and it's making for some odd dreams. But, in these dreams, I have a truck.
Well, this update is just about done. I have more, but my contacts are drying out.
Stay tuned for the adventures of getting new contacts, preparing for minor out patient surgery, (be gone precancerous cervical....thing!), and getting ready for the end of this freaking psycho year.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Here's One For The Neck
We're all looking for something to break
We're all looking for a heavenly state
Well, the culling is coming, one way or the other
I can hear it in the wind that's blinding my eyes
One fine day or in the middle of the night
Two big boys gonna get up to fight
Well, I'll be diving for cover and double up inside
Praying for forgiveness it'll never arrive
My, my, what a beautiful place
Who is first to destroy the human race
I've got faith, what do you say
1, 2, 3, and it's a beautiful day
My, my, here's one for the neck
Don't relax, 'cos you're next for the check
I've got faith - we're armed to the teeth
But I've got a strange and a stupid belief
We're looking for a little salvation
What I got, it's a living damnation
Big world, wild eyes, shiny boots, and broken ties
Government progress, what do you get? less
Why do you want to hear about the state of my mind
Well, I can see it in their pupils
They got no scruples
Oh, what a way to go
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Finally, it comes out...
I should be fixing up my book, but I'm deciding to wander a bit away from that tonight.
After several minutes of going back over all of the chapters I have written, I decided that a drive was in order just so I could clear my mind and gain some sort of inspiration that usually comes from these adventures.
Off on another gas-wasting adventure I go!
As I walked to the car, I noticed that there was something different in the air. A chill came over me as I got that "something is changing" feeling in the marrow of my bones. I inhaled deeply and caught the smell of a fireplace burning wood. I got this wonderful feeling that I experience the strongest in Autumn. The season of change is fast approaching, and I am more than ready.
I've mentioned before that Fall is a season that I (and I'm sure many of you) literally feel. It's the time when people reflect on the year that has passed, shed some skin, and grow. Not only is Autumn a season of change and growth, it is a season of Death.
All the things we have learned, all the people that we have gotten to know. Those that have taught us what we could be, and those that have taught us what we should never do. The last year and a half of my life was surrounded by so much of this.
I learned a lot about myself when I lived down in the depths of Phoenix. I learned what it is to have circumstances form to only create other circumstances. Moving around Phoenix was all based on instinct, then the consequences of following said instinct. From moving from home, to moving from my friends house to another's house, then being forced to scramble to find a place, and then moving in with another friend...then finally crash landing in the lap of the height of my learning experience.
A good friend spirited me away to the Valley of the Sun. He's still a good friend in fact. I sprang from Phoenix with very few of those, which is just the way it should be.
The first ten months were filled with warehouse hi jinks (yay industrial jobs!),clubs, breaking out of my shell, and constant wondering about "the one who got away". Clubs gave way to many many friends...few of them stayed that way. Then instinct guided me to another place. Tensions in this place proved to be too much, and I ended up at another good friend's apartment...and the "one that got away" was one apartment complex to the left. I knew this when I moved in...and I expected myself to leave well enough alone, until I got a call from this "new" neighboor. (Of course, he may tell the story differently, I called him, right?...anyway...)
I never thought I'd witness the downfall of another human being's spirit, let alone be engaged to it. It's almost as if the last year plus three months were preparing me for this ordeal. From April 5th to July 18th, I was thrown tests that would have made Hercules cringe. Although I'm not alone. There are those that ran the same gauntlet...and I'm so glad that they're around. I went from feeling real love, to feeling real anger real quick. I won't brake this man too much; he's doing that enough by himself.
Through all the confusion that is in his mind, all the lies he has to spew, through all the drinks, pills, and sheer madness, there is a flicker of a human being that needs help, and the darkness that he has allowed to take over won't let that happen. Never had I been in the presence of a truly split person, and all I could do was watch. I witnessed the awesome, sweet side, and the depressed, tantrum side. I saw two med adjustments, and a night of binge drinking that ended with me sticking my fingers down his throat until all that came up was bile. The next morning he says I saved his life, and that "that was real love". I knew right then that his flickering human understood; but soon after, the beast returned...and all the unresolved issues got swallowed up again. That man will not see 31 unless he wakes the fuck up.
The antics that surround him in this present time, are to the point of being funny. I stand back and just sit dumbstruck at the things that spew from his mouth, and all that spews from my mouth is laughter. How do things get so warped for another person? It's truly amazing. All I can hope, is that after it all crashes down (and oh, how it will), he comes out stronger.
I learned. Learned more about myself then I thought I ever could. With that final blow, I flew. I rose up from the ashes and landed back home. I can breathe now...and prepare for the next road that I will take.
I wonder now how many more monumental lessons I will learn. My gut answer: many. Many upon many.
Here comes Autumn.
Another turn of the wheel.
Death, rebirth, growth, repeat.
After several minutes of going back over all of the chapters I have written, I decided that a drive was in order just so I could clear my mind and gain some sort of inspiration that usually comes from these adventures.
Off on another gas-wasting adventure I go!
As I walked to the car, I noticed that there was something different in the air. A chill came over me as I got that "something is changing" feeling in the marrow of my bones. I inhaled deeply and caught the smell of a fireplace burning wood. I got this wonderful feeling that I experience the strongest in Autumn. The season of change is fast approaching, and I am more than ready.
I've mentioned before that Fall is a season that I (and I'm sure many of you) literally feel. It's the time when people reflect on the year that has passed, shed some skin, and grow. Not only is Autumn a season of change and growth, it is a season of Death.
All the things we have learned, all the people that we have gotten to know. Those that have taught us what we could be, and those that have taught us what we should never do. The last year and a half of my life was surrounded by so much of this.
I learned a lot about myself when I lived down in the depths of Phoenix. I learned what it is to have circumstances form to only create other circumstances. Moving around Phoenix was all based on instinct, then the consequences of following said instinct. From moving from home, to moving from my friends house to another's house, then being forced to scramble to find a place, and then moving in with another friend...then finally crash landing in the lap of the height of my learning experience.
A good friend spirited me away to the Valley of the Sun. He's still a good friend in fact. I sprang from Phoenix with very few of those, which is just the way it should be.
The first ten months were filled with warehouse hi jinks (yay industrial jobs!),clubs, breaking out of my shell, and constant wondering about "the one who got away". Clubs gave way to many many friends...few of them stayed that way. Then instinct guided me to another place. Tensions in this place proved to be too much, and I ended up at another good friend's apartment...and the "one that got away" was one apartment complex to the left. I knew this when I moved in...and I expected myself to leave well enough alone, until I got a call from this "new" neighboor. (Of course, he may tell the story differently, I called him, right?...anyway...)
I never thought I'd witness the downfall of another human being's spirit, let alone be engaged to it. It's almost as if the last year plus three months were preparing me for this ordeal. From April 5th to July 18th, I was thrown tests that would have made Hercules cringe. Although I'm not alone. There are those that ran the same gauntlet...and I'm so glad that they're around. I went from feeling real love, to feeling real anger real quick. I won't brake this man too much; he's doing that enough by himself.
Through all the confusion that is in his mind, all the lies he has to spew, through all the drinks, pills, and sheer madness, there is a flicker of a human being that needs help, and the darkness that he has allowed to take over won't let that happen. Never had I been in the presence of a truly split person, and all I could do was watch. I witnessed the awesome, sweet side, and the depressed, tantrum side. I saw two med adjustments, and a night of binge drinking that ended with me sticking my fingers down his throat until all that came up was bile. The next morning he says I saved his life, and that "that was real love". I knew right then that his flickering human understood; but soon after, the beast returned...and all the unresolved issues got swallowed up again. That man will not see 31 unless he wakes the fuck up.
The antics that surround him in this present time, are to the point of being funny. I stand back and just sit dumbstruck at the things that spew from his mouth, and all that spews from my mouth is laughter. How do things get so warped for another person? It's truly amazing. All I can hope, is that after it all crashes down (and oh, how it will), he comes out stronger.
I learned. Learned more about myself then I thought I ever could. With that final blow, I flew. I rose up from the ashes and landed back home. I can breathe now...and prepare for the next road that I will take.
I wonder now how many more monumental lessons I will learn. My gut answer: many. Many upon many.
Here comes Autumn.
Another turn of the wheel.
Death, rebirth, growth, repeat.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Our Hour Glasses Are Half Full Of It
You are dying.
You wake up.
You drive to work, make it through your day, and come home.
You
have settled in front of your computer screen. You have clicked on
links to bring you here. You're kind enough to be reading this, and
you are dying.
That's OK; I'm dying too.
I think we have the same disease.
It's called life.
Most humans don't understand. We're dying.
Every second that passes is smoke disappearing in the air.
Every breath we take is deflating us.
Take a deeper one.
Open your eyes.
See that Death is truly going nowhere. In fact, it waits for us patiently with benevolence.
People become ill, and they get to die a little faster.
It bothers me when someone says: "he's dying a slow Death" I want
to answer back "no, it's us who are dying slowly...slower than the man
with heart failure or the woman with cancer..." These people seem to
be happier. I lost my Uncle to bone cancer last year...and my Dad to
Wagner's Disease when I was nine. I've seen the process of a "slow"
Death.
Time shifts. They have a year left. Then that's it. Years don't take their time.
Within this time, these people had never been so full of bliss.....it seems.
They were ready to die. They knew it was coming.
So should we, because it is.
Hate to break it to all of you, but Death is going to take your hand someday.
Someone can be the healthiest person here...and they get to die too...in fact, they're dying right now, just like you and I.
However for this "I run five miles a day and don't eat meat or carbs"
person...their Death is very...VERY slow. ...so I laugh at them while
I eat my fillet mignon then light up a cigarette
Some
people need to be reminded to "Live Like You Were Dying" (one of the
worst songs I have ever heard.)...I'm here to tell you....
YOU ARE DYING.
So live. Live however you want to
live...but make sure you're doing it. Create something that makes you
excited..and know that it came from you...so that when the day come
that Death gives you wings....you can inspire all the people that will
still be in this existence...so people can thank you.
Thank you, Uncle Richard, for teaching me how to always have a
sense of humor. you did...all the way to the end. You we're cracking
jokes on your Death bed...I admire that.
Thank you, Dad, for
showing me how to put others before myself. How to focus on those that
need help..whether that be in the form of the material, company, or
just plain love.
....and I have to thank Keegan Moran. I didn't know you that well;
but your Death has taught me that I need to reach out....talk to people
more. I wish I would have talked to you more instead of just staring
at the tattoos you were giving me. I'll never understand why you made
the choice to leave us...I will never forget you. I'm so honored to
have your incredible art on my skin.
I'm only on the edge of this. I will lose many more people through the Gates before I get to go myself...and I am.....
I am.
...and you are...
and we
we
are
dying.
....and it will be beautiful
"but you ain't dead yet.."
So be here now.
There is love
You wake up.
You drive to work, make it through your day, and come home.
You
have settled in front of your computer screen. You have clicked on
links to bring you here. You're kind enough to be reading this, and
you are dying.
That's OK; I'm dying too.
I think we have the same disease.
It's called life.
Most humans don't understand. We're dying.
Every second that passes is smoke disappearing in the air.
Every breath we take is deflating us.
Take a deeper one.
Open your eyes.
See that Death is truly going nowhere. In fact, it waits for us patiently with benevolence.
People become ill, and they get to die a little faster.
It bothers me when someone says: "he's dying a slow Death" I want
to answer back "no, it's us who are dying slowly...slower than the man
with heart failure or the woman with cancer..." These people seem to
be happier. I lost my Uncle to bone cancer last year...and my Dad to
Wagner's Disease when I was nine. I've seen the process of a "slow"
Death.
Time shifts. They have a year left. Then that's it. Years don't take their time.
Within this time, these people had never been so full of bliss.....it seems.
They were ready to die. They knew it was coming.
So should we, because it is.
Hate to break it to all of you, but Death is going to take your hand someday.
Someone can be the healthiest person here...and they get to die too...in fact, they're dying right now, just like you and I.
However for this "I run five miles a day and don't eat meat or carbs"
person...their Death is very...VERY slow. ...so I laugh at them while
I eat my fillet mignon then light up a cigarette
Some
people need to be reminded to "Live Like You Were Dying" (one of the
worst songs I have ever heard.)...I'm here to tell you....
YOU ARE DYING.
So live. Live however you want to
live...but make sure you're doing it. Create something that makes you
excited..and know that it came from you...so that when the day come
that Death gives you wings....you can inspire all the people that will
still be in this existence...so people can thank you.
Thank you, Uncle Richard, for teaching me how to always have a
sense of humor. you did...all the way to the end. You we're cracking
jokes on your Death bed...I admire that.
Thank you, Dad, for
showing me how to put others before myself. How to focus on those that
need help..whether that be in the form of the material, company, or
just plain love.
....and I have to thank Keegan Moran. I didn't know you that well;
but your Death has taught me that I need to reach out....talk to people
more. I wish I would have talked to you more instead of just staring
at the tattoos you were giving me. I'll never understand why you made
the choice to leave us...I will never forget you. I'm so honored to
have your incredible art on my skin.
I'm only on the edge of this. I will lose many more people through the Gates before I get to go myself...and I am.....
I am.
...and you are...
and we
we
are
dying.
....and it will be beautiful
"but you ain't dead yet.."
So be here now.
There is love
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