So over the course of a few weeks, I've been TALKING to someone. I've found that even men get overwhelmed with the constant nagging of someone who potentially does not fit. When I say FIT, I mean you have to FIT me. I leap before looking and I want someone to join me, not sit on the sidelines and go "Yeah, babe, that was cool"... no, I want you to take my hand and jump. Not off a bridge, or in a pit of fire, but do something you've never done, or tasted, or seen before. I love different things, and I want someone who loves different things as well.
I'm never going to find someone that will love the same shit I will, but never say never. I love to try new things. If you say it's good, I'll try it, I may not like it, but I tried it. You don't fit because you don't fit. I don't know how else to say it. I live in the past, present, and future. I live in the moment of LIFE, in the moment when something interesting is happening, I want to be there. I want you to experience it too. I want to take you by your hand and say "COME ON, LET'S TRY IT..." it maybe scary, but guess what, I'm right there with you. Every step of that new glorious thing I like to call, EXCITEMENT. If you don't like, at least you now have a reason not too.. :)
There comes a time when you have to adapt with your surroundings, to compromise when a compromise can be given. But to say that you won't flat out do it when YOU'VE NEVER TRIED, is not a compromise. Even to a person you're interested in. It's not fair to them. You won't FIT because you just WON'T FIT. I hate to say that, but baby, I love excitement.
Sure you love sports, camping, and other things, I like them too. But I find that not only will you not FIT me, you won't FIT my friends. I know, I know, me dating a girl solely on how my companions feel is childish. But you have to find someone who loves what you and the companions do together. I don't want a girl who I'll have to leave home because I go somewhere she's never been, but says I DON'T LIKE IT. For that statement, let me be clear. If I decide to go cave diving, and she say's I'M AFRAID OF SMALL SPACES, I'll understand. But if I go cave diving and she say's, I DON'T LIKE CAVE DIVING. HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN? NO... THEN HOW THE HELL DO YOU SAY YOU DON'T LIKE IT? Try baby, try it. If you get into the mouth of that cave and say FUCK NO, IT'S TO DARK AND SMALL... I'll say OKAY, BUT GUESS WHAT, YOU CAN NOW SAY YOU DON'T LIKE IT BECAUSE IT SCARES THE BE-JESUS OUT OF YOU.
That's all I ask for. That's all anyone asks for. The sports package, and camping gear is a plus, but please, please, don't say you don't like something if you've never tried it... Just try it, don't say no, because one day, trying new things won't be an option in life anymore.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
On the Road Again
I finally am able to get off from work. Every great once in a while do I enjoy a day to have fun. Like take tomorrow. Sept. 11th, 9/11... Tenth Anniversary for the Trade Center attacks. So I take that Sunday off, seeing that it would be nice to do something on that day. But something popped into my head, "HEY OUT THERE, GO TO GROUND ZERO" I didn't know what my mind was saying "GROUND ZERO". Then it dawned on me, Go to New Your and see Ground Zero. Mind you this would be my second trip up if I decided to go. But then it hit me again, my conscience speaks again "TENTH ANNIVERSARY". Yes thank you I know this... So I'm heading to New York tomorrow, to see Ground Zero, take a lot of photos, and cry with the person standing next to me as we shout int the streets of New York "USA, USA, USA"!!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
ART
When one hears the word "ART" one thinks of great paintings and pictures that have real thought behind them. Nope I went to this almost unbearable, almost unbearable, art show. I don't know what some people consider art, but when I first walked in, I saw a hallway full of hands, hands on the wall holding things. Random things that made little sense to art. I thought that maybe, just maybe this little "ART" show was going to be interesting. Boy was I wrong...
After the hall of hands, I proceeded into a room, on the wall was a painting, at least I thought it was a painting. To confirm this, I did the "FERRIS BUELLER" poss, turn the head and stare at it. I soon deciphered this painting, there was a tub in it... the tubs spic-kit was poring out blood... in the tub there was a door... under the tub there was a small arm, this I presumed was the owner of the tub. This made me kinda angry, only because it was called art. I left the "ART" and found the best art in the damn building, beer...
Beer, but soon I realized that I was now mad at the beer. Why? Because it was PPR, a shitty art gallery that served shitty beer, that's a joke all in its self. Now I'm pissed, only because I have to drink this shit and look at these things that they call "ART". "FUCK ME".
So now I'm pissed drinking this shitty beer, looking at these shitty paintings and displays of "ART", but then a light shines in. A man walks into my life. He presents me with one thing, a new direction to a better beer selection. Thank you for doing something right. Go figure they make the better beers in the deeper part of the "MUSEUM", (that's what they called it, I'm just stating a fact). After this I find that even with a slight buzz, I mean a feel warm buzz do I find that those paintings are still shit. Not to mention the buildings heat is on and the smell of "ARTIST" is starting to fill the air. It's not even half way over before we get on the bus to go back to campus. This night is getting "better", I don't know whats worse now, the smell or the "ART", maybe both... I don't care what you say, I love art, but that...that made art a laughing stock. Forgive me if I seem uptight, but I could have done something better with the three fucking hours I spent in that GOD OFFAL place.
Next time I get asked to go to an "ART SHOW" I'm making sure it's a nice museum that has real paintings, and AC that works.
Beer, but soon I realized that I was now mad at the beer. Why? Because it was PPR, a shitty art gallery that served shitty beer, that's a joke all in its self. Now I'm pissed, only because I have to drink this shit and look at these things that they call "ART". "FUCK ME".
So now I'm pissed drinking this shitty beer, looking at these shitty paintings and displays of "ART", but then a light shines in. A man walks into my life. He presents me with one thing, a new direction to a better beer selection. Thank you for doing something right. Go figure they make the better beers in the deeper part of the "MUSEUM", (that's what they called it, I'm just stating a fact). After this I find that even with a slight buzz, I mean a feel warm buzz do I find that those paintings are still shit. Not to mention the buildings heat is on and the smell of "ARTIST" is starting to fill the air. It's not even half way over before we get on the bus to go back to campus. This night is getting "better", I don't know whats worse now, the smell or the "ART", maybe both... I don't care what you say, I love art, but that...that made art a laughing stock. Forgive me if I seem uptight, but I could have done something better with the three fucking hours I spent in that GOD OFFAL place.
Next time I get asked to go to an "ART SHOW" I'm making sure it's a nice museum that has real paintings, and AC that works.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The Great Awakening
Two in one day, this is interesting.. but I had to get it out.
This is not about me, not about a rant or rave that I feel I should enlighten people with. No this is about someone who will remain nameless (she knows who she is)... My friend, who to be honest with, I've really only gotten to know her maybe a few months ago this past year. But this girl, very stubborn girl by-the-way, was saved by her awakening. Not all men are created equal. To sum this meaning up, she found that men with big muscles, big egos, and tiny you-know-whats, are really not there to please her, but there to please themselves. The ones who look for a good lay and then go bad mouth the chick, who they just got done "smashing", to his buddies and laugh about it. The ones who take pride in how much they can bench and how much they've spent in the gym rather than with their girl friends. But enough about them, cause this is not about them, this is about her.
I call her stubborn only because when I was with her, she would look at this guy and be "AHH FUCKING SEXY", yes he was, I'm man enough to admit that he was "nice" looking... meaning I would have no chance in hell if I was in a room full of girls and he walked in, I'd have to go home a sit in front of the computer. But there he was and there she was, ready to pounce on him like a lion to its prey, that man was going down. But something stopped her... maybe it was the fact that she was somewhat scared, okay maybe it was all scared, but she didn't pursue him. Instead she talked to the last guy I would have pictured her, of all people, to be talking too. A dude who was actually cool because he was cool. Not some dude that was cool because people said he was cool but didn't want to hang out with him, not that type of cool. No, he was cool.
Maybe something finally got through to her, or maybe she just woke up one day and said, "FUCK PLASTIC DUDES WHO CARE LITTLE ABOUT ME. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY I LOOK, OR CARE ABOUT ME ONLY TO GET A GOOD HUMP, GET THE FUCK AWAY". But then I read her blog, NERDS... nerds baby, yes to all nerd-kind!! This was not just a small awakening, no, no ladies and gents, this was a huge awakening. Someone, a girl, realized that NERD was the way to go!
Maybe it's a sign that more women will be looking to us NERDS for future holdings at night, or a good morning romp under the covers, who knows. But I pray that soon all women would have an epiphany like she did. Then maybe, just maybe, instead of me sitting in front of a computer, the "nice" looking man would have too. Flexing his muscles in the multiple mirrors he has in his room, and asking "WHAT WENT WRONG?"... you did my friend, you did..
So I leave you with this NERDS RULE!!
This is not about me, not about a rant or rave that I feel I should enlighten people with. No this is about someone who will remain nameless (she knows who she is)... My friend, who to be honest with, I've really only gotten to know her maybe a few months ago this past year. But this girl, very stubborn girl by-the-way, was saved by her awakening. Not all men are created equal. To sum this meaning up, she found that men with big muscles, big egos, and tiny you-know-whats, are really not there to please her, but there to please themselves. The ones who look for a good lay and then go bad mouth the chick, who they just got done "smashing", to his buddies and laugh about it. The ones who take pride in how much they can bench and how much they've spent in the gym rather than with their girl friends. But enough about them, cause this is not about them, this is about her.
I call her stubborn only because when I was with her, she would look at this guy and be "AHH FUCKING SEXY", yes he was, I'm man enough to admit that he was "nice" looking... meaning I would have no chance in hell if I was in a room full of girls and he walked in, I'd have to go home a sit in front of the computer. But there he was and there she was, ready to pounce on him like a lion to its prey, that man was going down. But something stopped her... maybe it was the fact that she was somewhat scared, okay maybe it was all scared, but she didn't pursue him. Instead she talked to the last guy I would have pictured her, of all people, to be talking too. A dude who was actually cool because he was cool. Not some dude that was cool because people said he was cool but didn't want to hang out with him, not that type of cool. No, he was cool.
Maybe something finally got through to her, or maybe she just woke up one day and said, "FUCK PLASTIC DUDES WHO CARE LITTLE ABOUT ME. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY I LOOK, OR CARE ABOUT ME ONLY TO GET A GOOD HUMP, GET THE FUCK AWAY". But then I read her blog, NERDS... nerds baby, yes to all nerd-kind!! This was not just a small awakening, no, no ladies and gents, this was a huge awakening. Someone, a girl, realized that NERD was the way to go!
Maybe it's a sign that more women will be looking to us NERDS for future holdings at night, or a good morning romp under the covers, who knows. But I pray that soon all women would have an epiphany like she did. Then maybe, just maybe, instead of me sitting in front of a computer, the "nice" looking man would have too. Flexing his muscles in the multiple mirrors he has in his room, and asking "WHAT WENT WRONG?"... you did my friend, you did..
So I leave you with this NERDS RULE!!
Oh, Work...
I've come to the realization that work is not all fun and games anymore. When did I come to this, when I started a shirt an tie job. Who'd a thunk it? Not me that's for sure. But it fell in my lap, and at the time I was 19, jobless, and needed some bucks. Three years in corporate America, and you start to get a bad taste of the dreadful 9-5 job that lingers on the horizon after college. They call it a stepping stone for the future, I feel it's more of five stepping stones backwards with no end in sight.
I really don't know why I'm still there, but those three things still pop in my brain that make me punch in to that shirt an tie job, Money, Bills, and an inevitable move out of the parents house to live on my own. Those are the three things that make me cringe at night. Make me not sleep for hours on end because I feel like, "DID I PAY THIS? DID I PAY THAT?" the nagging questions of "WHAT WILL THE FUTURE BRING WHEN I MOVE OUT?" Don't get me wrong, I may bitch to high heaven about it, but it once again, pays my bills, and even helps me get a good BUZZ going every great once-in-awhile.
A BUZZ that may eventually place my foot in the right door of society and have a new job sweep me off my feet. Yes in order to love your job you must love it. My job, I do not love, and it swept me off my feet and dropped me on my head. Ever see those comedies where the couple in the movie gets married and he sweeps his bride of now of her feet only to slam her head on the door jam... yup that poor girl is me, and my job just keeps slamming my head in the door jam of society.
I really don't know why I'm still there, but those three things still pop in my brain that make me punch in to that shirt an tie job, Money, Bills, and an inevitable move out of the parents house to live on my own. Those are the three things that make me cringe at night. Make me not sleep for hours on end because I feel like, "DID I PAY THIS? DID I PAY THAT?" the nagging questions of "WHAT WILL THE FUTURE BRING WHEN I MOVE OUT?" Don't get me wrong, I may bitch to high heaven about it, but it once again, pays my bills, and even helps me get a good BUZZ going every great once-in-awhile.
A BUZZ that may eventually place my foot in the right door of society and have a new job sweep me off my feet. Yes in order to love your job you must love it. My job, I do not love, and it swept me off my feet and dropped me on my head. Ever see those comedies where the couple in the movie gets married and he sweeps his bride of now of her feet only to slam her head on the door jam... yup that poor girl is me, and my job just keeps slamming my head in the door jam of society.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Un-known
Well here I am. In the mist of all the bloggers. I've always wanted to try this, but was to afraid that my words might indeed hurt someone. I never really understood what it was all about. To come on these type of things and just spill your heart out to random people who may or may not care. But here I am, typing away like it's something I did for awhile. I guess I just have to look at this as one big journal entry, so people could read about my insignificant life, as if anyone cares as to how I feel or what I think about society. I feel like they won't, but I'm on here none the less, talking to you random people who will surely find some reason to post on here and say "Fuck you".
Blogging is not a job, it's a hobby. Just like writing a journal, or pestering your friends with things like "She DOESN'T LOVE ME" or "MAN MY DAY WAS GREAT". I really feel that if you want to blog, do it, but talk about something people will love. It's poetry what you type, what you look for in a great blogger. Those political bloggers and analysts of movies; those are the ones that are interesting. But this blog is about neither, why because I just don't care to much about politics, nor do I care what people have to say about movies because you know what, I'm going to go out and see the fucking things whether someone says its great or just plan shit.
See I'm a risk taker, not really, but I like to think I am. I place myself in front thousands of people. My thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations. Fears and loves, it's all going to happen. Blogging world here I come!!
Blogging is not a job, it's a hobby. Just like writing a journal, or pestering your friends with things like "She DOESN'T LOVE ME" or "MAN MY DAY WAS GREAT". I really feel that if you want to blog, do it, but talk about something people will love. It's poetry what you type, what you look for in a great blogger. Those political bloggers and analysts of movies; those are the ones that are interesting. But this blog is about neither, why because I just don't care to much about politics, nor do I care what people have to say about movies because you know what, I'm going to go out and see the fucking things whether someone says its great or just plan shit.
See I'm a risk taker, not really, but I like to think I am. I place myself in front thousands of people. My thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations. Fears and loves, it's all going to happen. Blogging world here I come!!
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