First, inhale like you're a human vacuum on hyper speed. Second, hold that gust of carbon dioxide and ponder. You ask yourself "Why the hell am I pondering at a time like this? I have to breathe soon. I have stuff to get done." I ponder a lot. I apologize ahead of time for speaking in first person. I'm deceiving you of course. I could care less if you appreciated my first person perspective. Least of my worries. Also, if you(the people who know how to read) didn't realize this blog is coming from a first person perspective then just go home. Okay okay back to the issue of one pondering while breathing. One should do this while they're holding all of that excess gas, because you're about exhale a whole abundance of negative energy. Ponder about all the bad shit you're going through and how you can blow it out like hot air. Just like that you're breathing got a little lighter. Third, exhale. That's all I can say about that.
Now you're probably wondering what's all this talk about breathing compared to the title of "Finding Nikki". Alright here we go. Quick breakdown: I just saw the movie Silver Lining Playbook. Phenomenal, enough said. Brief synopsis of the film is Pat(Bradley Cooper) is taken out of psychiatric care. He landed there after a he suffered from a bipolar breakdown after he brutally beat down Nikki's, his wife's, lover. After he's released he's determined to find Nikki at any cost. He's part delusional so he conjures up an extravagant plan to get her back by using loose and confused Tiffany to help out. The ending is a bit predictable, but then again what isn't these days. It's the journey of how he got there that's key in this story.
The mistake here is that journey for Nikki. A mistake that will leave you seasoned yet scarred. You'll gain a couple of experience notches, but you'll regret it while your heart blends on slow grind, and I mean dead slow. It's the most painful way of course. You'll have your eyes on the prize. Oh hell it'll be a glorious prize too. Your return to the promised land will be just what you desired all along. You can just sense the heavenly tingling of milk and honey vibrating on your taste buds. You're alive. Sensational am I right? Perfect you just envisioned the perfect scenario. Now you're so caught up in "Nikki" you totally forgot about the journey you're on. You may have your eyes on the prize, but you have no idea where you're at.
Now this is where you halt at succeeding one mistake at a time. You just start making mistake after mistake you become content. Get used to sucking and failing because knock knock, front door delivery of disappointment has arrived postmarked personally to you. This is the point of when you forget why you even wanted "Nikki" in the first place. We've all had a Nikki in our lives or we still do. She sets up camp with us as we try to grow. She convinces us that she needs us, or that we are here for each other, but you can't have me. "Why?" we always ask. We never know the reason why Nikki won't finally be with us. We are plagued with false hope and the glitter of what we think gold feels like in our palms. Therefore, a long period of limbo ensues. Well of course, until a Tiffany comes around.
Finding Nikki shouldn't be a goal, and a majority of the time it isn't. She will come like a tornado and you can't do a damn thing about it. You'll be swept up in her whirlwind faster than you can tie your shoes. We're all on a journey. We go on many. All of them very different. Some short. Some long. However, it's still a journey. On this journey as you set out to grasp what you're searching for, you find something or someone rather, that you never expected. You usually find yourself. Yeah. You. The one listening to all of this bullshit I'm spitting here. Take it from me; your very own Nikki connoisseur. I've sought for so many of them I bought my heart a bullet proof vest from all the pain I received. But one day I realized I was on a journey. I realized finding me is priority number one. The and only then that lucky one will find me. I'm here waiting. Please take a number. I will be with each and every one of you heart destroyers in a moment.
As profound as I try to sound, a sound piece of advice I can give to you all if you need it or not is to breathe. Take one breathe at a time, one Nikki at a time, and most importantly, one journey at a time. Take the journey for what it's worth. Give the journey worth. You'll regret parts of it, yet you'll adore other parts. In the process you're guaranteed to find something. Whether it's what you've never known you wanted or something you don't want. At least you know. And isn't not knowing one of the most intense stress causers to date? Stress is awful. Peace is awesome. Do the math. Stay happy. Breathe.
Here's a cheers to yet another blog. Take with it what you may, I just say things. It's 5 o'clock in the morning and the day is just beginning. Sip that coffee, work a little bit, learn a little more, laugh when necessary, and love a lot. Yes the cynic has a soul, go figure. Wake up world. Start a new journey. Just remember: put your pants on one leg at a time. Jumping in is quite the hassle. Try explaining an injury like that to your friends. Any whoooo.
Good day to you all. Carpe the hell out of this diem.
I'm Kyle. I like hugs.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Mistake #8: Watching Really Really Really Shitty Movies
Ding! Popcorn, done. Pop! Soda, check. Plop! Couch, occupied. Flick! TV, on. Click! Movie, start. It's Friday night and these are your only concerns for the next two hours. You have a date with a year's worth of production, sweat, blood, and money. Also, your significant other decided to join you. You know because they like you and want an excuse to cuddle. Yes, this applies to both females AND the manliest of males. Anyways, your main mission. This movie. 120 minutes of patience and undivided attention. Dramatic moment after moment, followed by bits of action, with a dash of comedy. MISTAKE. Your movie had none of this. You lost interest halfway through and brought you bundle of frustration. Total waste of time. You even rejected your significant other feeling you up a little you were so distraught. Just kidding. You gave in. But you tried to watch the rest of the movie after you're focused. Still just as shitty. Great start to the weekend right? Wrong. The best start.
You repeatedly bang your head against a concrete wall second guessing your original judgement on why in God's name did you lose two hours of your life. Metaphorically speaking of course. But really why did you watch that shitty movie? You can usually tell a movie will suck something awful after the first 10-15 minutes. You keep watching though. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing that it will progressively improve. Hoping you'll be happy with your choice. But in the end it's just another shitty movie.
Warning: Shitty will be used repeatedly throughout this creative process and life. Get used to it.
This is just another mistake you have made. Add it to the list. I would stop counting too. You're eventually gonna run out of numbers you're counting so high.
Another mistake you're making is worrying about your mistake. You're wasting time. Time that could be better spent writing a blog as honest as this one, or saving lives, or making me a sandwich. Anything on wheat and I'm the happiest of clams.
Shitty movies get you down. I'm sure if you're aware of life past the age of sand boxes and snack packs that you can guess where this is going.
Shitty movies are life. There are those directors out there that spend their whole lives waiting for the moment to have their prized desires and dreams projected on the big screen. It's really is cute how misguided some of them are, yet you can't deny their ambition. Reality check: we are the directors. We have a whole crew of people supporting us financially, creatively, and emotionally. Sometimes literally holding us up so we don't crash on the pavement. We spend our whole lives directing ourselves. We write a story based on the material we have experienced in life. We painstakingly type our fingers to nubs in hopes of painting a majestic vision that others can enjoy with us. We come across a road block and erase a little or a lot then trudge along trying to piece together a new script. We go on. Enjoying life's beauty and romance along the way. The you come across what you believe is something that entices you to your core. It is your masterpiece. Your statue of David or Starry Night. Could be a relationship, project, job, idea for the next big thing. Then you risk your heart and money and chuck out to the public and await your moment of fame. MISTAKE.
Welcome to your personal shitty movie. You've been criticized, tormented, and publicly mutilated in the most embarrassing fashion. Most likely something to deal with having a nervous breakdown and there's a video of your outlash on youtube. Pretty shitty huh? This is a mistake because you're human. Life happens whether it's at 24 frames per second or a blink of the eye.
You could wallow in your own humiliation and bask in your own depression as your shame cakes on making it damn near impossible to shake it all off. Or you could man/woman up and accept life as it comes at you. I choose to survive and thrive rather than subside.
One notion of advice one should take away from a young 21 year old aspiring filmmaker, who has a lot to say without a character limit. "You're gonna direct a million shitty movies. You're going to be mocked and laughed it. Life is all about the people who share the shitty times with you so that one day when you make your marks on this life, you all can laugh at how shitty you once had it. Remember, life could always get shittier. At the same time it can ALWAYS get better." These are words to live and die by. You choose.
This little bit of self help casserole is meant to help you think of life positively while you're busy screwing up. You'll always be busy. You'll always have the worst days or weeks. Just realize, you get what you want out of life or anything in general. If you want to bury yourself in a coffin of covers and have a swan song orchestrated for you at your young age, then by all means you have my permission to never read a word I say, erase my number, and continuously set your future on fire fueling it with disappointment.
Go on. Walk on. Limp if you have to. Hell crawl and I'll give you a friendly piggy back ride to pick you up again. Make shitty movies and I'll be there to cry along with you and figure out whatever else we're not supposed to do. Friday nights aren't wasted unless you waste them wasting away being wasted on negative thoughts.
Life sucks until it's awesome. Respect beauty. Respect balance. Respect.
Sorry I'm not sorry if I kept you. Stay true. Sleep truer.
Kyle-Neighborhood Superhero/Baristo
You repeatedly bang your head against a concrete wall second guessing your original judgement on why in God's name did you lose two hours of your life. Metaphorically speaking of course. But really why did you watch that shitty movie? You can usually tell a movie will suck something awful after the first 10-15 minutes. You keep watching though. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing that it will progressively improve. Hoping you'll be happy with your choice. But in the end it's just another shitty movie.
Warning: Shitty will be used repeatedly throughout this creative process and life. Get used to it.
This is just another mistake you have made. Add it to the list. I would stop counting too. You're eventually gonna run out of numbers you're counting so high.
Another mistake you're making is worrying about your mistake. You're wasting time. Time that could be better spent writing a blog as honest as this one, or saving lives, or making me a sandwich. Anything on wheat and I'm the happiest of clams.
Shitty movies get you down. I'm sure if you're aware of life past the age of sand boxes and snack packs that you can guess where this is going.
Shitty movies are life. There are those directors out there that spend their whole lives waiting for the moment to have their prized desires and dreams projected on the big screen. It's really is cute how misguided some of them are, yet you can't deny their ambition. Reality check: we are the directors. We have a whole crew of people supporting us financially, creatively, and emotionally. Sometimes literally holding us up so we don't crash on the pavement. We spend our whole lives directing ourselves. We write a story based on the material we have experienced in life. We painstakingly type our fingers to nubs in hopes of painting a majestic vision that others can enjoy with us. We come across a road block and erase a little or a lot then trudge along trying to piece together a new script. We go on. Enjoying life's beauty and romance along the way. The you come across what you believe is something that entices you to your core. It is your masterpiece. Your statue of David or Starry Night. Could be a relationship, project, job, idea for the next big thing. Then you risk your heart and money and chuck out to the public and await your moment of fame. MISTAKE.
Welcome to your personal shitty movie. You've been criticized, tormented, and publicly mutilated in the most embarrassing fashion. Most likely something to deal with having a nervous breakdown and there's a video of your outlash on youtube. Pretty shitty huh? This is a mistake because you're human. Life happens whether it's at 24 frames per second or a blink of the eye.
You could wallow in your own humiliation and bask in your own depression as your shame cakes on making it damn near impossible to shake it all off. Or you could man/woman up and accept life as it comes at you. I choose to survive and thrive rather than subside.
One notion of advice one should take away from a young 21 year old aspiring filmmaker, who has a lot to say without a character limit. "You're gonna direct a million shitty movies. You're going to be mocked and laughed it. Life is all about the people who share the shitty times with you so that one day when you make your marks on this life, you all can laugh at how shitty you once had it. Remember, life could always get shittier. At the same time it can ALWAYS get better." These are words to live and die by. You choose.
This little bit of self help casserole is meant to help you think of life positively while you're busy screwing up. You'll always be busy. You'll always have the worst days or weeks. Just realize, you get what you want out of life or anything in general. If you want to bury yourself in a coffin of covers and have a swan song orchestrated for you at your young age, then by all means you have my permission to never read a word I say, erase my number, and continuously set your future on fire fueling it with disappointment.
Go on. Walk on. Limp if you have to. Hell crawl and I'll give you a friendly piggy back ride to pick you up again. Make shitty movies and I'll be there to cry along with you and figure out whatever else we're not supposed to do. Friday nights aren't wasted unless you waste them wasting away being wasted on negative thoughts.
Life sucks until it's awesome. Respect beauty. Respect balance. Respect.
Sorry I'm not sorry if I kept you. Stay true. Sleep truer.
Kyle-Neighborhood Superhero/Baristo
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Mistake #7: Drinking Coffee Once...Turns Into Forever
It's 6am. You haphazardly pimp slap your alarm clock. Your eyes close. Your eyes open. It's now 8:13am. Class at 9am. You judge if five more minutes of sleep is necessary and possible. Your eyes close. Your eyes open. You look at the clock. It's 8:49am. You have a mini-heart attack, but you're too panicked to worry about it as you're out the door with enough time to make a cup of coffee. You get to school six minutes after class begins. All of the "What a slacker" and "Asshole can't set his alarm" and of course "He won't amount to anything" looks are adamantly glared at you. You sit down in the middle of the row after you stepped on a plethora of toes and flip flops as you made your way. Now that you're comfortable you finally take a gulp of your "fresh" coffee. You wince quietly as a hundred and ninety degrees of hot coffee cover the surface of your tongue. You try your ultimate hardest not to let out a sound. Consider your day started.
The previous paragraph is how a lot of college students' days begin. Especially if they are not used to how hot coffee is or are half awake when drinking it. This is probably the mistake when it comes to drinking coffee. Burns are expected. Wear an oven mitt on your tongue if you're feeling weak just reading this.
Coffee could be the worst mistake you ever made. It's like heroin, but better tasting, mostly legal, and of course usually less blood. It's the perfect start to your day. Slowly, but surely it gets your gears turning. Your mind is awake and you don't have that full stomach feeling that soda gives you. Also you won't become diabetic if just drink straight coffee. However, side effects when you've over dosed include anxiousness, migraines when on withdrawal, coffee breath, spills, hot, fire, addiction, and you see spots sometimes. No matter how much it helps you, it will rope you in and entice you with it's mesmerizing aroma and overall warmness, but then out of no where it runs cold. Then you hate it. Then you want it. Badly. So you jog(drive) to your nearest coffee shop(insert big corporate coffee giant here) and get your fix. Everything is right in the world, until you need another damn cup of coffee. I have fallen victim to this curse, I mean heaven. I do not oppose.
I appreciate you reading the mumble jumble I have previously mentioned. I mean it I really do. If you really want to make a long lasting mistake, then go to your neighborhood coffee shop and stay a while. This is where it starts. You go a few times to get coffee on the go and that's it. Then you go in a few more times and the employees start to recognize you. Then you start to have conversations with them. You learn their lives and vice versa. Then you start to go when you have nowhere else to go. You come to enjoy the scene, environment, or experience. Whatever reason you choose, you enjoy it. It brings you back. At first you thought it was the coffee you were addicted to. You might be right. But now, now it's something way more meaningful.
You're addicted to the feeling a coffee shop injects into you. You earn a sense of belonging. A sense of friendship. You love the vibrant environment. Everyone's always doing something in there. Whether it be studying, catching up, hanging out, a business meeting, a date, or by god if they drink coffee while there, you're attached. You can't fight it. Why would you? Everyone wants a place to come to that their name is known, and not just because they're one of "those" customers which is usually followed by a negative connotation. This is your Cheers. You can escape for a little bit and watch a thousand lives pass in front of you for a little bit. It's quite the experience.
You see this is a mistake because you're constantly spending yours or your mom's money drinking coffee. When that's not even the half of it. Some people I've met think it's a mistake to get attached to a person or place for whatever reason. They say you're only setting yourself up for pain. You know what if the shop closes. Now you have to go out of your way to make more friends and find a new shop that serves quality coffee. What a tragedy. Now you have the opportunity to make more friends. As a human being, yes I'm getting profound, it's such an achievement to let oneself become attached to something. It does open one up for pain or failure, but bloody hell if you get hurt. Life's tough, get a helmet.
I may push a tough love mindset on to people I meet, but it's necessary so they can understand the seriousness and humor of life. They can and do mix. No one gets out alive, so you might as well be as sarcastic and jolly at the same time. Get attached. Hurt a little, Learn a lot.
All in all this is my coffee shop shpeel. Make a few mistakes every once in a while. Go to a coffee shop and embrace the environment. Surgeon General Warning: May Happiness and Smiles.
Let the day begin...wait my coffee just went cold...bitter taste in mouth...death stare at mug. It can only better from here right?
Over and Out. Good Morrow. I'm done. Please stop reading now.
The previous paragraph is how a lot of college students' days begin. Especially if they are not used to how hot coffee is or are half awake when drinking it. This is probably the mistake when it comes to drinking coffee. Burns are expected. Wear an oven mitt on your tongue if you're feeling weak just reading this.
Coffee could be the worst mistake you ever made. It's like heroin, but better tasting, mostly legal, and of course usually less blood. It's the perfect start to your day. Slowly, but surely it gets your gears turning. Your mind is awake and you don't have that full stomach feeling that soda gives you. Also you won't become diabetic if just drink straight coffee. However, side effects when you've over dosed include anxiousness, migraines when on withdrawal, coffee breath, spills, hot, fire, addiction, and you see spots sometimes. No matter how much it helps you, it will rope you in and entice you with it's mesmerizing aroma and overall warmness, but then out of no where it runs cold. Then you hate it. Then you want it. Badly. So you jog(drive) to your nearest coffee shop(insert big corporate coffee giant here) and get your fix. Everything is right in the world, until you need another damn cup of coffee. I have fallen victim to this curse, I mean heaven. I do not oppose.
I appreciate you reading the mumble jumble I have previously mentioned. I mean it I really do. If you really want to make a long lasting mistake, then go to your neighborhood coffee shop and stay a while. This is where it starts. You go a few times to get coffee on the go and that's it. Then you go in a few more times and the employees start to recognize you. Then you start to have conversations with them. You learn their lives and vice versa. Then you start to go when you have nowhere else to go. You come to enjoy the scene, environment, or experience. Whatever reason you choose, you enjoy it. It brings you back. At first you thought it was the coffee you were addicted to. You might be right. But now, now it's something way more meaningful.
You're addicted to the feeling a coffee shop injects into you. You earn a sense of belonging. A sense of friendship. You love the vibrant environment. Everyone's always doing something in there. Whether it be studying, catching up, hanging out, a business meeting, a date, or by god if they drink coffee while there, you're attached. You can't fight it. Why would you? Everyone wants a place to come to that their name is known, and not just because they're one of "those" customers which is usually followed by a negative connotation. This is your Cheers. You can escape for a little bit and watch a thousand lives pass in front of you for a little bit. It's quite the experience.
You see this is a mistake because you're constantly spending yours or your mom's money drinking coffee. When that's not even the half of it. Some people I've met think it's a mistake to get attached to a person or place for whatever reason. They say you're only setting yourself up for pain. You know what if the shop closes. Now you have to go out of your way to make more friends and find a new shop that serves quality coffee. What a tragedy. Now you have the opportunity to make more friends. As a human being, yes I'm getting profound, it's such an achievement to let oneself become attached to something. It does open one up for pain or failure, but bloody hell if you get hurt. Life's tough, get a helmet.
I may push a tough love mindset on to people I meet, but it's necessary so they can understand the seriousness and humor of life. They can and do mix. No one gets out alive, so you might as well be as sarcastic and jolly at the same time. Get attached. Hurt a little, Learn a lot.
All in all this is my coffee shop shpeel. Make a few mistakes every once in a while. Go to a coffee shop and embrace the environment. Surgeon General Warning: May Happiness and Smiles.
Let the day begin...wait my coffee just went cold...bitter taste in mouth...death stare at mug. It can only better from here right?
Over and Out. Good Morrow. I'm done. Please stop reading now.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Mistake #6: Communicate to Reciprocate
"Can you hear me now...well how about now...Can you hear me now?" (Short pause) "Good." -Verizon Mobile Idol
The situation stated above is mostly know for the commercials making the company the most formidable challenger to AT&T's empire. However, have you ever thought how that scenario applies to your everyday life and interactions?
Well you don't have to. I'll think for you. I'm sure plenty of you have made the mistake of spacing out mid-conversation with a friend or loved one and they caught you and attacked you for not paying attention. They're right it's frustrating.
The key to making any relationships with another person, no matter what type you encounter, is trust and a similar to unique way of communication. That's what attracts others to us and us to them. They can communicate effectively with humor, seriousness, emotions, or non-verbal cues. Thus, allowing for a comfort zone to form and the relationship to flourish. Plus all of the good times to follow. Yada yada yada. What we as people of all ages have here is a failure to communicate.
We always think we are communicating with another person just by being there and looking at them as we attempt to listen. We believe it pleases them. We are wrong in every way. We are pleasing only ourselves with the little effort it takes to make us happy. If yo think this works for you keep on doing it. Go ahead. You'll probably end up happy not "having" to please another by only worrying about yourself. Perfect solution. That way at the end of the day you're the only person who's getting pleased while you remain unexhausted trying to please some one else. Now please shut up and listen. As you've already failed the first part of communicating. This is gonna get good.
Communicating with someone can be the worst idea ever. After you establish a comfort zone you're connected with person for a long while. Sucks huh? Stuck. Glued. Tied down. Ball and chain. Then they start to expect things from you. Like reciprocation, feelings, your own thoughts and opinions, and even the worst...sometimes love. If you find yourself still reading and wanna quit then you probably quit earlier after you realized this wasn't about some Verizon promo. It's about to get real.
We as people always feel like we're not being heard or listened to or thought of when it counts. Our friends and lovers probably think the same of us. It's because we communicate but don't reciprocate. Once we get what we want our minds shut down and it turns its focus on to when's the beer being chugged or when am I gonna get laid tonight.
Reciprocation applies to all facets of life. It's EQUAL give and take. You hear that humans? EQUAL. It's a new word being used I'm sure you'll get used to it. Women and African Americans already earned their right to vote and civil rights. And they know quite a bit about suffering. So don't complain about being equal.
In order to reciprocate you have to to want to. If you honestly don't want to then you shouldn't keep half-assedly trying to. You'll save you and the other poor souls a lot of stress and pointless arguing. If you're involved with someone or are dating them you both have to want. You have to want to communicate well, love well, and trust well amongst other things. If you don't want anything then you'll never keep anything. So want communications and you'll keep a dear friend or special someone. If you strongly care about them make the effort to talk. Ball up all the pride you have and throw it in an incinerator and watch it burn slowly. Pride kills. Ask any real or fictional radical ruler who tried to take over the world. The good guy always wins.
Especially if the other person knows you really well, they won't stop talking to you without letting you know something is wrong. I admit I have too much pride sometimes. This is the main reason I'm writing this. I hate it, but it's a part of me. So therefore I deal with it menacingly.
Communicate. Rinse. Reciprocate. Repeat the process until you've reached eternal happiness. (Hint: won't ever happen, but you're happier searching for it. Happy people just don't shoot their loved ones.)
Remember, We before I except when I is being chased by the other half of We as they try and strangle I. In that case everything I said doesn't apply. My name is Kyle and I approve of this message. Trust me, I'm cool.
C'est la vie hombres y hombros.
The situation stated above is mostly know for the commercials making the company the most formidable challenger to AT&T's empire. However, have you ever thought how that scenario applies to your everyday life and interactions?
Well you don't have to. I'll think for you. I'm sure plenty of you have made the mistake of spacing out mid-conversation with a friend or loved one and they caught you and attacked you for not paying attention. They're right it's frustrating.
The key to making any relationships with another person, no matter what type you encounter, is trust and a similar to unique way of communication. That's what attracts others to us and us to them. They can communicate effectively with humor, seriousness, emotions, or non-verbal cues. Thus, allowing for a comfort zone to form and the relationship to flourish. Plus all of the good times to follow. Yada yada yada. What we as people of all ages have here is a failure to communicate.
We always think we are communicating with another person just by being there and looking at them as we attempt to listen. We believe it pleases them. We are wrong in every way. We are pleasing only ourselves with the little effort it takes to make us happy. If yo think this works for you keep on doing it. Go ahead. You'll probably end up happy not "having" to please another by only worrying about yourself. Perfect solution. That way at the end of the day you're the only person who's getting pleased while you remain unexhausted trying to please some one else. Now please shut up and listen. As you've already failed the first part of communicating. This is gonna get good.
Communicating with someone can be the worst idea ever. After you establish a comfort zone you're connected with person for a long while. Sucks huh? Stuck. Glued. Tied down. Ball and chain. Then they start to expect things from you. Like reciprocation, feelings, your own thoughts and opinions, and even the worst...sometimes love. If you find yourself still reading and wanna quit then you probably quit earlier after you realized this wasn't about some Verizon promo. It's about to get real.
We as people always feel like we're not being heard or listened to or thought of when it counts. Our friends and lovers probably think the same of us. It's because we communicate but don't reciprocate. Once we get what we want our minds shut down and it turns its focus on to when's the beer being chugged or when am I gonna get laid tonight.
Reciprocation applies to all facets of life. It's EQUAL give and take. You hear that humans? EQUAL. It's a new word being used I'm sure you'll get used to it. Women and African Americans already earned their right to vote and civil rights. And they know quite a bit about suffering. So don't complain about being equal.
In order to reciprocate you have to to want to. If you honestly don't want to then you shouldn't keep half-assedly trying to. You'll save you and the other poor souls a lot of stress and pointless arguing. If you're involved with someone or are dating them you both have to want. You have to want to communicate well, love well, and trust well amongst other things. If you don't want anything then you'll never keep anything. So want communications and you'll keep a dear friend or special someone. If you strongly care about them make the effort to talk. Ball up all the pride you have and throw it in an incinerator and watch it burn slowly. Pride kills. Ask any real or fictional radical ruler who tried to take over the world. The good guy always wins.
Especially if the other person knows you really well, they won't stop talking to you without letting you know something is wrong. I admit I have too much pride sometimes. This is the main reason I'm writing this. I hate it, but it's a part of me. So therefore I deal with it menacingly.
Communicate. Rinse. Reciprocate. Repeat the process until you've reached eternal happiness. (Hint: won't ever happen, but you're happier searching for it. Happy people just don't shoot their loved ones.)
Remember, We before I except when I is being chased by the other half of We as they try and strangle I. In that case everything I said doesn't apply. My name is Kyle and I approve of this message. Trust me, I'm cool.
C'est la vie hombres y hombros.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Mistake #5: Quitting
Quit. Definition: (v.) to give up or resign; let go; relinquish
Failure. Stop. Cease. Halt. Permanent hiatus. Just couple of other words associated with quitting. I'm sure about 100% of people have encountered the act of quitting before. If you say you didn't you're lying and no one will like you and you'll probably live a sad, sad, depressing life of not quitting. Harsh, but true. Well for those of you "normal" folk who have quit before; congratulations on a successful mistake.
Fighter pilot. Baseball. Basketball. Boy Scouts. Friends. Women. Habits. Beliefs. Jobs. Opportunities. Relationships. Major life choices. These are just a slew of things that I have quit in my life. You can already imagine the backlash I received from my family and friends. The "you'll never amount to anything if you quit all the time" speech was blitzkrieged(made-up) in my direction plenty of times. I've had the finger pointed at me from above and scolding words poured on to me like scalding hot water.
This post isn't at all about glorifying those of you who have decided to quit. Especially those who have quit anything that was tough and are now on your parents' couch, alternating bong hits and triple kills in Call of Duty. This is a message, a PSA rather, to let you ponder for a moment on why you quit and if the juice was worth the squeeze. It's a public service of mine to announce my sympathy for another human being to do well and not mess up. Or at least, recover gracefully when you mess up horrendously. Be careful, everybody's watching.
As seen from above I've quit a plethora on top of plethora of things in my life. Yeah I felt bad about it then, but now I couldn't be happier with my choices. Hell, today I quit my ability to refuse coffee. It tastes so good and provides me with so much happiness and productivity. Moving forward. People always question if quitting is a mistake. Well easy answer, it is. It's a mistake to quit quitting. Because if you don't stop you're going to be doing that your whole life. Sad story right?
The problem is that people fail to put into perspective about what they want and what they think they want. I'm sure a majority percentage of adults have not achieved their childhood dream. Kudos to you if you have and love it. I applaud you. I've been confused many times on what I want. I still don't know a lot of what I want. But, I do know what I don't want. I don't want to be unhappy, miserable, or restricted in my potential for something better. I quit on the first relationship had ever had because I wasn't in love with the insanity or distance. Albeit, it was with a one-time certifiably crazy girl. I easily could have kept pouring my feelings, money and metaphorical heart into a shot at happiness tat I hoped would come. However, I cut my my losses. I quit. I was troubled and minutely depressed, but I saw a brighter light at the end of the tunnel. A light I would see in other girls to come. Spoiler alert: live moves on. It won't wait for anybody. Better get ahead while you're still alive.
Quitting can come with it's conflicting viewpoints and can seem like a huge mistake. There's always the argument about coulda, shoulda, woulda. By quitting you give up the full potential of that aspect of your life right then and there. Done-zo. That's when self-reflecting and rationalization come into play. Because if you wait too long to decide what you want out of life, it may be too late and a chunk of life's opportunities have passed you by. You must think for yourself when it comes to anything really, especially if you find yourself quitting a beautiful girl or what you thought was dream job. No one else will think for you. Trust me I've asked around and no one will accept my offer.
The most important question to ask yourself when considering quitting anything in life is can you see yourself being completely and unconditionally happy being involved with this job, person, activity, etc. for the rest of your life? After all what determines a good day from a bad day is the level of happiness you start out with am I right? If you disagree that's fine. There's a blog soon to come about the issue in the near future.
With all this continuous dialogue about quitting and its repercussions or lack there of, there is a great deal of thought to be put forward here. You could make the biggest mistake by quitting. Or you could have made the greatest discovery of something fresh that you're passionate about that you might end up quitting in the future anyways. Life isn't about dwelling on the things you forwent when you quit, it's about learning and living with the choices you face when you quit the next thing. There just solved another "what is the answer to life" question. I deserve a medal or some sort of acknowledgement. Maybe some food or a little love. I'm a college kid, I already work for almost nothing. Spare something extra for this life changing advice or garbage I'm feeding you.
My final thoughts: Quit while you're ahead, because before you know it you'll be so far behind you're gonna end up quitting in the worst way. You'll end up making excuses until someone takes pity on you. Newsflash: they won't. So make the mistake of forgoing what you're already doing. You'll never learn what's right or what you love if you don't first know what's wrong and what you detest. Take my word for it. I see the future and it's full of quitters. It's the ones who don't stop quitting that make headlines. Quit now. You know you want to. I won't hold it against you. Heck if you hurry up we can grab a beer and discuss quitting drinking. Yeah probably won't happen, but thinking never hurt anybody.
Mold your minds into something worthwhile. Stay as high on passion as long as you can. It's the best drug with little withdrawl effects.
Stay Classy Stay Friendly,
Kyle Out.
Failure. Stop. Cease. Halt. Permanent hiatus. Just couple of other words associated with quitting. I'm sure about 100% of people have encountered the act of quitting before. If you say you didn't you're lying and no one will like you and you'll probably live a sad, sad, depressing life of not quitting. Harsh, but true. Well for those of you "normal" folk who have quit before; congratulations on a successful mistake.
Fighter pilot. Baseball. Basketball. Boy Scouts. Friends. Women. Habits. Beliefs. Jobs. Opportunities. Relationships. Major life choices. These are just a slew of things that I have quit in my life. You can already imagine the backlash I received from my family and friends. The "you'll never amount to anything if you quit all the time" speech was blitzkrieged(made-up) in my direction plenty of times. I've had the finger pointed at me from above and scolding words poured on to me like scalding hot water.
This post isn't at all about glorifying those of you who have decided to quit. Especially those who have quit anything that was tough and are now on your parents' couch, alternating bong hits and triple kills in Call of Duty. This is a message, a PSA rather, to let you ponder for a moment on why you quit and if the juice was worth the squeeze. It's a public service of mine to announce my sympathy for another human being to do well and not mess up. Or at least, recover gracefully when you mess up horrendously. Be careful, everybody's watching.
As seen from above I've quit a plethora on top of plethora of things in my life. Yeah I felt bad about it then, but now I couldn't be happier with my choices. Hell, today I quit my ability to refuse coffee. It tastes so good and provides me with so much happiness and productivity. Moving forward. People always question if quitting is a mistake. Well easy answer, it is. It's a mistake to quit quitting. Because if you don't stop you're going to be doing that your whole life. Sad story right?
The problem is that people fail to put into perspective about what they want and what they think they want. I'm sure a majority percentage of adults have not achieved their childhood dream. Kudos to you if you have and love it. I applaud you. I've been confused many times on what I want. I still don't know a lot of what I want. But, I do know what I don't want. I don't want to be unhappy, miserable, or restricted in my potential for something better. I quit on the first relationship had ever had because I wasn't in love with the insanity or distance. Albeit, it was with a one-time certifiably crazy girl. I easily could have kept pouring my feelings, money and metaphorical heart into a shot at happiness tat I hoped would come. However, I cut my my losses. I quit. I was troubled and minutely depressed, but I saw a brighter light at the end of the tunnel. A light I would see in other girls to come. Spoiler alert: live moves on. It won't wait for anybody. Better get ahead while you're still alive.
Quitting can come with it's conflicting viewpoints and can seem like a huge mistake. There's always the argument about coulda, shoulda, woulda. By quitting you give up the full potential of that aspect of your life right then and there. Done-zo. That's when self-reflecting and rationalization come into play. Because if you wait too long to decide what you want out of life, it may be too late and a chunk of life's opportunities have passed you by. You must think for yourself when it comes to anything really, especially if you find yourself quitting a beautiful girl or what you thought was dream job. No one else will think for you. Trust me I've asked around and no one will accept my offer.
The most important question to ask yourself when considering quitting anything in life is can you see yourself being completely and unconditionally happy being involved with this job, person, activity, etc. for the rest of your life? After all what determines a good day from a bad day is the level of happiness you start out with am I right? If you disagree that's fine. There's a blog soon to come about the issue in the near future.
With all this continuous dialogue about quitting and its repercussions or lack there of, there is a great deal of thought to be put forward here. You could make the biggest mistake by quitting. Or you could have made the greatest discovery of something fresh that you're passionate about that you might end up quitting in the future anyways. Life isn't about dwelling on the things you forwent when you quit, it's about learning and living with the choices you face when you quit the next thing. There just solved another "what is the answer to life" question. I deserve a medal or some sort of acknowledgement. Maybe some food or a little love. I'm a college kid, I already work for almost nothing. Spare something extra for this life changing advice or garbage I'm feeding you.
My final thoughts: Quit while you're ahead, because before you know it you'll be so far behind you're gonna end up quitting in the worst way. You'll end up making excuses until someone takes pity on you. Newsflash: they won't. So make the mistake of forgoing what you're already doing. You'll never learn what's right or what you love if you don't first know what's wrong and what you detest. Take my word for it. I see the future and it's full of quitters. It's the ones who don't stop quitting that make headlines. Quit now. You know you want to. I won't hold it against you. Heck if you hurry up we can grab a beer and discuss quitting drinking. Yeah probably won't happen, but thinking never hurt anybody.
Mold your minds into something worthwhile. Stay as high on passion as long as you can. It's the best drug with little withdrawl effects.
Stay Classy Stay Friendly,
Kyle Out.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Mistake #4: Road Trips and Fountain Dips
A three year promise finally followed through is a bittersweet one. The excitement of packing, planning, and preparing for a weekend of all out ridiculousness is sweet. The good bye is the bitter taste. Together they equal a weekend never to be forgotten.
My first few posts offer profound anecdotes with witty humor. This one will have more of a reminiscent tone with an abundance of optimism. Bear with me everyone has these moments. Hint: there's a happy ending.
No need for schedules. However there are a lot of moments to recollect. Tallahassee bars are totally different than Orlando bars. Different, but loads of fun and originality. The women...don't even get me started. There's a concentration of Florida's finest in about a 10 mile radius. Couldn't help but glance in their direction, but my real motivation for visiting had the most unforgettable pair of hazel-green eyes I could ever see. However, I'll save the history on that for another blog another time.
As with all of my posts some people wonder how this could be a successful mistake. There's so much that could go wrong. Car trouble, no money, horrible weather, and dying are just a few of the possible problems. Gives one plenty of concern when considering a road trip. As a group those concerns are always in our heads, but it's how the group handles them. That's what makes a possibly horrendous trip change into an unforgettable trip. With that in mind, it's the people that make the trip. If you bring a group of diverse personalities you're playing with fire. If you pack the right suitcase of fun personalities then you're golden.
Road trips can suck. They can really take the joy and excitement out of a good idea. Especially if the drive is god awful long and everyone gets too drunk and no one gets a girl then tensions can rise quickly. Horrible mistake.
If you take the trip as an opportunity to take a possibly sucky outcome and transform it into a hell of a time and unforgettable memories. I've learned a lot on this trip and I'm writing as Erin our way back to Orlando. I could go into so many specifics, but one I'm not writing a book, and two you have to experience for yourself.
Make a mistake of attempting a road trip. It could be the worst experience ever and keep you from ever trying again. Take my word for it. If you keep your expectations low and hopes high then it's a perfect formula for memorable time.
Enough of my sentimental advice. I always ramble too much. Get off your couches and drive wherever the hell you want to. You won't regret it.
Prepare for open roads, open minds, and open opportunities thrive in the moment. And always keep those you hold dear close to you.
Road Ranger out. Peace and blessings.
My first few posts offer profound anecdotes with witty humor. This one will have more of a reminiscent tone with an abundance of optimism. Bear with me everyone has these moments. Hint: there's a happy ending.
No need for schedules. However there are a lot of moments to recollect. Tallahassee bars are totally different than Orlando bars. Different, but loads of fun and originality. The women...don't even get me started. There's a concentration of Florida's finest in about a 10 mile radius. Couldn't help but glance in their direction, but my real motivation for visiting had the most unforgettable pair of hazel-green eyes I could ever see. However, I'll save the history on that for another blog another time.
As with all of my posts some people wonder how this could be a successful mistake. There's so much that could go wrong. Car trouble, no money, horrible weather, and dying are just a few of the possible problems. Gives one plenty of concern when considering a road trip. As a group those concerns are always in our heads, but it's how the group handles them. That's what makes a possibly horrendous trip change into an unforgettable trip. With that in mind, it's the people that make the trip. If you bring a group of diverse personalities you're playing with fire. If you pack the right suitcase of fun personalities then you're golden.
Road trips can suck. They can really take the joy and excitement out of a good idea. Especially if the drive is god awful long and everyone gets too drunk and no one gets a girl then tensions can rise quickly. Horrible mistake.
If you take the trip as an opportunity to take a possibly sucky outcome and transform it into a hell of a time and unforgettable memories. I've learned a lot on this trip and I'm writing as Erin our way back to Orlando. I could go into so many specifics, but one I'm not writing a book, and two you have to experience for yourself.
Make a mistake of attempting a road trip. It could be the worst experience ever and keep you from ever trying again. Take my word for it. If you keep your expectations low and hopes high then it's a perfect formula for memorable time.
Enough of my sentimental advice. I always ramble too much. Get off your couches and drive wherever the hell you want to. You won't regret it.
Prepare for open roads, open minds, and open opportunities thrive in the moment. And always keep those you hold dear close to you.
Road Ranger out. Peace and blessings.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Mistake #3: Making Friends
Recess. An age old tradition treasured by all the pre-adolescent youth of our nation. It's the one time of day that the kids can stretch their legs and get some sun. Of course, you can't forget the teachers who can finally gather a piece of mind for the moment until the the little "terrors" return to the lair. More on that when we grow up. In the meantime, the sugar crazed kids are spending all of their energy before nap time, kicking, screaming, running, pounding, scratching, trading, giggling, talking, and every other way of transmitting the common cold imaginable. Most importantly they are doing this together.
Making friends starts from the day you are hiked out of the womb into the doctor's hands. Most likely he is your first friend. He already saved your life by not dropping you. Hey you're breathing and screaming and on your way to friend number two and so forth as your dear mother cradles you and supplies you with some nourishment. As people we want to belong. We want to be wanted for who we are, what we think, and what we have to say. People strive so much for acceptance that they forgo the acceptance of rejection. We're so worried about being rejected by our peers that we'll jump on the first train of acceptance. This instills fear in many parents as it could possibly lead to tattoos and raising a family in a trailer park all before you turn 14.
Getting back on track now, making friends is a crucial aspect to our social progression as human beings. You show me one person who is completely happy and has no friends and I'll present you with an inner person screaming for attention and affection. Everyone has friends. Even patients in a mental facility have friends. Albeit it may be their alter ego, but you get the point. True friends make us feel good about ourselves. We are elated to know that there are other human beings out there who hang around us that we don't feel like feel obligated, such as siblings or a long line of family.
So, I'm sure many people wonder how this comes to be a mistake. With the gaining of friends and allies you are letting down your walls. You are sharing secrets, memories, and clothes. You are letting someone actually "get" you. I bet you feel privileged calling someone a best friend. You probably think some people don't have best friends and that must make you better. When in fact you are utterly and indubitably false in your thinking. You just revealed all of your Achilles's heals when sealed it with some sort of snazzy best friend hand shake.
Many people don't get close to others for fear of being vulnerable. For fear of getting hurt or dying of a broken heart. Well newsflash. There has officially never been a recorded death from a metaphorically broken heart. So get out of bed, throw on some pants, or don't, and make some friends. Yeah hard times suck something awful. Hell you might even get an irritated nose from all of the sniffles and crying. But, letting someone in and maintaining some ability to trust another person is a privilege. You're giving them the privilege of being a friend. A privilege they are solely responsible for. They betray you and throw it away. So what, there's plenty of others out there who are just as quirky and unique as you.
It's a huge mistake to make a friend. It could ruin your whole life for a whole week to a few months. I say make that mistake. You don't deserve happiness or acceptance until you can acknowledge that you are capable of sadness or rejection. It's okay to have the blues or be down in the dumps. I promise the sun will still rise.
Final formula: Speak words to random person + Respond to their shpeel + Become close + Stay Happy + Argue, Make up + Stay in touch + Live life = Go to heaven.
Simple right? Yes I ramble, but this is a topic many find trouble in their daily lives. So if you're so troubled go ahead don't make a mistake. I bet all of those friends you never met are making fun of you for not talking to them. Well at least that's what we think others are thinking of us. Being lonely can't be too bad right? I'm sure those nine cats and four hamsters as pets sounds like a great idea. You guys will be sharing food like true friends in no time.
Now you know my brain. [Insert meaningful life/friends quote here].
Making friends starts from the day you are hiked out of the womb into the doctor's hands. Most likely he is your first friend. He already saved your life by not dropping you. Hey you're breathing and screaming and on your way to friend number two and so forth as your dear mother cradles you and supplies you with some nourishment. As people we want to belong. We want to be wanted for who we are, what we think, and what we have to say. People strive so much for acceptance that they forgo the acceptance of rejection. We're so worried about being rejected by our peers that we'll jump on the first train of acceptance. This instills fear in many parents as it could possibly lead to tattoos and raising a family in a trailer park all before you turn 14.
Getting back on track now, making friends is a crucial aspect to our social progression as human beings. You show me one person who is completely happy and has no friends and I'll present you with an inner person screaming for attention and affection. Everyone has friends. Even patients in a mental facility have friends. Albeit it may be their alter ego, but you get the point. True friends make us feel good about ourselves. We are elated to know that there are other human beings out there who hang around us that we don't feel like feel obligated, such as siblings or a long line of family.
So, I'm sure many people wonder how this comes to be a mistake. With the gaining of friends and allies you are letting down your walls. You are sharing secrets, memories, and clothes. You are letting someone actually "get" you. I bet you feel privileged calling someone a best friend. You probably think some people don't have best friends and that must make you better. When in fact you are utterly and indubitably false in your thinking. You just revealed all of your Achilles's heals when sealed it with some sort of snazzy best friend hand shake.
Many people don't get close to others for fear of being vulnerable. For fear of getting hurt or dying of a broken heart. Well newsflash. There has officially never been a recorded death from a metaphorically broken heart. So get out of bed, throw on some pants, or don't, and make some friends. Yeah hard times suck something awful. Hell you might even get an irritated nose from all of the sniffles and crying. But, letting someone in and maintaining some ability to trust another person is a privilege. You're giving them the privilege of being a friend. A privilege they are solely responsible for. They betray you and throw it away. So what, there's plenty of others out there who are just as quirky and unique as you.
It's a huge mistake to make a friend. It could ruin your whole life for a whole week to a few months. I say make that mistake. You don't deserve happiness or acceptance until you can acknowledge that you are capable of sadness or rejection. It's okay to have the blues or be down in the dumps. I promise the sun will still rise.
Final formula: Speak words to random person + Respond to their shpeel + Become close + Stay Happy + Argue, Make up + Stay in touch + Live life = Go to heaven.
Simple right? Yes I ramble, but this is a topic many find trouble in their daily lives. So if you're so troubled go ahead don't make a mistake. I bet all of those friends you never met are making fun of you for not talking to them. Well at least that's what we think others are thinking of us. Being lonely can't be too bad right? I'm sure those nine cats and four hamsters as pets sounds like a great idea. You guys will be sharing food like true friends in no time.
Now you know my brain. [Insert meaningful life/friends quote here].
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Mistake #2: Moving On
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The rings from the scanner at the grocery store are a monotonous tone everyone becomes accustomed to very quickly. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Your fridge fills up as your checking account is depleted. Welcome to the never ending cycle of the rest of your life. By doing this you're not committing any mistakes. That is in itself a mistake. Confusing? Yes. Solvable? Of course.
There are plenty of never ending cycles that we can't break away from. Necessary ones include sleep, eating, and wearing clothes(most parts of the world). The cycles that most people tend to be unhappy with are the ones that they have the most control over. Case in point: I'm a college junior/senior. I have had a minimum wage job since high school...the same job. I won't drop names right now, but my make believe job title was Burger Maker/ Fry Shaker Extraordinaire. Like most firsts in one's life, there is a sense of attachment that you can't shake off. Like a first love or the first goal you ever scored, there are things or people you'll never let go. This job was definitely one of them.
I used the reasoning that the job was temporary. Temporary until I could find something better and made me happier. I don't know if it was the intoxicating grease or free food, but I stayed around way too long. This is a problem in many people's lives. They keep on sticking around and toughing it out until it gets better. You know quitters never win, I think I can, or even slow and steady wins the race. These are all mindsets that I and other people seep into. It's a curse given to us by all feel good movies expressing the notion that life is always better in the end, the hero always wins, the geek always gets the girl. Don't get me wrong, I love those movies wholeheartedly, but none should look up to them for answers to life's questions.
With all of the reasons to stay in a place for longer than one anticipated, one has to figure out when they are out of reasons. That beep from the grocery store scanner will no longer be a routine sound. It will eat at you day and night filling you with dread and quite a bit of hostility. SO MOVE ON. Do you want to be another sappy story that's spread around the family dinner table at Thanksgivings and Christmases? I think not.
It's the age old belief that if you continue to produce the same effort for the same equation you'll get the same result. This is also characterized as insanity. Serial killers repeat their processes. They have a routine. They don't break it for fear of change. They always get the same result. They are insane. Don't become a serial killer.
Monotony is more common than flu season. Mostly, because it knows no season. I have moved on from many things and people. There are also plenty of things that I haven't moved on from. Most importantly, I moved on from my job. One where I was comfortable. Knowledgeable. Confident. Safe. Those are all good feelings to have don't get me wrong. But, you already know those feelings, people, and places. Moving on can be scary and tough. It could be fulfilling, or atomically blow up in your face.
You don't have to make big changes right away. You don't have to face Goliath or your maker right now. Make the small changes you see can be changed. It'll be knew, refreshing, and re-vitalizing all at the same time.
I could get more in-depth here but, I have more mistakes to commit. So go on make the mistake of leaving your comfort zone. Make room for more mistakes. You can't say you've tried everything until you've failed everything. So move on from the good, and become great. Great people do great things. Great people go to heaven. There you go. Life solved.
"May the roads be rough and the waves course, so you may figure out to overcome them."
There are plenty of never ending cycles that we can't break away from. Necessary ones include sleep, eating, and wearing clothes(most parts of the world). The cycles that most people tend to be unhappy with are the ones that they have the most control over. Case in point: I'm a college junior/senior. I have had a minimum wage job since high school...the same job. I won't drop names right now, but my make believe job title was Burger Maker/ Fry Shaker Extraordinaire. Like most firsts in one's life, there is a sense of attachment that you can't shake off. Like a first love or the first goal you ever scored, there are things or people you'll never let go. This job was definitely one of them.
I used the reasoning that the job was temporary. Temporary until I could find something better and made me happier. I don't know if it was the intoxicating grease or free food, but I stayed around way too long. This is a problem in many people's lives. They keep on sticking around and toughing it out until it gets better. You know quitters never win, I think I can, or even slow and steady wins the race. These are all mindsets that I and other people seep into. It's a curse given to us by all feel good movies expressing the notion that life is always better in the end, the hero always wins, the geek always gets the girl. Don't get me wrong, I love those movies wholeheartedly, but none should look up to them for answers to life's questions.
With all of the reasons to stay in a place for longer than one anticipated, one has to figure out when they are out of reasons. That beep from the grocery store scanner will no longer be a routine sound. It will eat at you day and night filling you with dread and quite a bit of hostility. SO MOVE ON. Do you want to be another sappy story that's spread around the family dinner table at Thanksgivings and Christmases? I think not.
It's the age old belief that if you continue to produce the same effort for the same equation you'll get the same result. This is also characterized as insanity. Serial killers repeat their processes. They have a routine. They don't break it for fear of change. They always get the same result. They are insane. Don't become a serial killer.
Monotony is more common than flu season. Mostly, because it knows no season. I have moved on from many things and people. There are also plenty of things that I haven't moved on from. Most importantly, I moved on from my job. One where I was comfortable. Knowledgeable. Confident. Safe. Those are all good feelings to have don't get me wrong. But, you already know those feelings, people, and places. Moving on can be scary and tough. It could be fulfilling, or atomically blow up in your face.
You don't have to make big changes right away. You don't have to face Goliath or your maker right now. Make the small changes you see can be changed. It'll be knew, refreshing, and re-vitalizing all at the same time.
I could get more in-depth here but, I have more mistakes to commit. So go on make the mistake of leaving your comfort zone. Make room for more mistakes. You can't say you've tried everything until you've failed everything. So move on from the good, and become great. Great people do great things. Great people go to heaven. There you go. Life solved.
"May the roads be rough and the waves course, so you may figure out to overcome them."
Monday, September 24, 2012
Mistake #1: Waking Up
I assume as this is my first blog that I need to introduce myself in some general fashion. Ehh bump that. Being general makes you static. Static leads to boredom. Need I say more.
Welcome to a blog about mistakes. A blog about all of those things in life that happen so often you begin to think your life is all one big mistake. Well that's why I'm here. To shed a shred of light on your mistakes. If you are laying in your bed, alive, after a day full of mistakes, then you've succeeded. You survived another day. Time to get ready for another tomorrow.
Mistake #1: Waking Up
Open eyes. Curse your alarm. Punch and beat down said alarm. Slowly close eyes and drift off. Seconds pass by. Seconds become minutes. Minutes become half an hour. Your brain realizes you weren't supposed to go back to sleep. AHH! You're gonna be late. Ehh oh well you're awake that's whats important here. It's also your first mistake of the day.
The reason you're already starting the day off a step behind is because when you're sleeping is the most secure place you'll ever know. You just woke up into a world full of craziness, famine, loud sounds, guns, and a declining economy. So yeah...when's the light gonna be shed here again?
Amidst all of the bad, worse, and unimaginably horrible, there is good to come out of this situation. You're awake and can make a change. Yes I'm talking about mustering up the energy to change your clothes and you should probably change your tie. No one at the office will like your one of a kind coke bottle tie. Clothes changed. Perfect.
As you trudge around your apartment debating in your mind if you really need breakfast or not today, you're focusing on tonight's sleep. "Oh I'm gonna go to bed early tonight and wake up with a better tomorrow." Yeah, probably not. Success is only represented by habit. If you continue to wake up late yet again, you succeed at another mistake. You wish you were still sleeping. Sleep feels great. Everybody in the world thinks that. Except terrorists. In your sleep you are king and no one can bring you down. But, that's it, you're asleep. You're a king in the Kingdom of Awesome when you're snoozing. However, you're not thrusting yourself into a world full of mistakes.
You have to get up and thrust away. It might be scary. Hell you might die. But, as long as you try you're golden. You may think you made a mistake waking up today, but instead you you gave yourself a shot at not sucking something terrible. For every day your feet hit that floor, you're already ahead of the other half of the world who hasn't woken up yet. You have a chance to get out there and make more mistakes. So fail away. And if by some lucky chance you find a way out of this day alive, you're a success story waiting to happen.
Now to end this shpeal I leave you with three words of advice: Rinse, Wash, Repeat.
Soak on it!
Welcome to a blog about mistakes. A blog about all of those things in life that happen so often you begin to think your life is all one big mistake. Well that's why I'm here. To shed a shred of light on your mistakes. If you are laying in your bed, alive, after a day full of mistakes, then you've succeeded. You survived another day. Time to get ready for another tomorrow.
Mistake #1: Waking Up
Open eyes. Curse your alarm. Punch and beat down said alarm. Slowly close eyes and drift off. Seconds pass by. Seconds become minutes. Minutes become half an hour. Your brain realizes you weren't supposed to go back to sleep. AHH! You're gonna be late. Ehh oh well you're awake that's whats important here. It's also your first mistake of the day.
The reason you're already starting the day off a step behind is because when you're sleeping is the most secure place you'll ever know. You just woke up into a world full of craziness, famine, loud sounds, guns, and a declining economy. So yeah...when's the light gonna be shed here again?
Amidst all of the bad, worse, and unimaginably horrible, there is good to come out of this situation. You're awake and can make a change. Yes I'm talking about mustering up the energy to change your clothes and you should probably change your tie. No one at the office will like your one of a kind coke bottle tie. Clothes changed. Perfect.
As you trudge around your apartment debating in your mind if you really need breakfast or not today, you're focusing on tonight's sleep. "Oh I'm gonna go to bed early tonight and wake up with a better tomorrow." Yeah, probably not. Success is only represented by habit. If you continue to wake up late yet again, you succeed at another mistake. You wish you were still sleeping. Sleep feels great. Everybody in the world thinks that. Except terrorists. In your sleep you are king and no one can bring you down. But, that's it, you're asleep. You're a king in the Kingdom of Awesome when you're snoozing. However, you're not thrusting yourself into a world full of mistakes.
You have to get up and thrust away. It might be scary. Hell you might die. But, as long as you try you're golden. You may think you made a mistake waking up today, but instead you you gave yourself a shot at not sucking something terrible. For every day your feet hit that floor, you're already ahead of the other half of the world who hasn't woken up yet. You have a chance to get out there and make more mistakes. So fail away. And if by some lucky chance you find a way out of this day alive, you're a success story waiting to happen.
Now to end this shpeal I leave you with three words of advice: Rinse, Wash, Repeat.
Soak on it!
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