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Just A Thought: When it Rains it Pours…

Have you ever noticed how when it Rains it Pours?

You know, how when that first shit snowflake drops and then they all start to flurry around you as if God was shaking up your snow-globe?

I mean Jesus man! It’s really starting to pile on and it’s getting heavy. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

There’s only a couple weeks left to my semester but I have so much to do and the stress is incredible.

I’m working a million hours a week at a job that doesn’t pay nearly what I’m worth, today my car got hit in the left side headlight and the bumper I just replaced 6 months ago needs to be replaced again, I ran into my ex Girlfriend on Monday, and to top it all off the Credit Card companies wont stop calling for their money.

I even got a $25 parking ticket over the weekend; see what I mean?

This week has been a challenge to say the least. Talk about a shitstorm!

I feel as though my life is moving faster than I am but at the same time things are moving too slow. I know where I don’t want to be however I’m having a difficult time seeing where I want to be.

I’m regretting my decision to go back to school Full-Time this year but I need to graduate already. It’s taking me way to long to get this degree done. Between switching majors and taking classes here and there I feel like I’m still miles away from earning my BA.

I’ll get there eventually. Life is hard but exciting.

This will have to be short because I really need to finish some Homework. I’m shocked I had it in me to write this article in the first place, i’m having an anxiety attack over here lol

I wish I had some good advice for you guys today but I’m all out of inspiration. I’ll leave you with this piece of wisdom:

We’re all in this together and once you’ve hit the bottom it can only get better so hang in there because your’re worth it! Oh, and keep your sense of humor alive 🙂

Just A Thought: Coffee Flavored Ice Cubes?

My Iced coffee is watered down :/

Wouldn’t it be nice if all ice cubes were made of the drink they were supposed to be in? It would solve the problem completely. No more unsatisfied iced coffee lovers, no more pain, farewell problems!

Just kidding lol I’d still find something to complain about. We’re such an unsatisfied species in so much as we could never have enough to feel whole.

We’re always painting unrealistic pictures of where we want to be well all the while forgetting how amazing it is that our human race is even alive to begin with.

All we are are specs of dust spinning around on a planet warmed by a dying sun!

But that’s what keeps us going I suppose.

“America runs on illusion”! Put that on a DD cup!!!

I know I’m a hypocrite believe me. To prove it let me vent about my troubled life…

As I write this post my Toyota Camry sits on a slab of tired asphalt contemplating life. Yes, my car has seen better days and in all honesty I’ve been pretty rough on her.

I call her the “Green Machine” because of the simple truth that she just keeps going and is a nice olive green. Right now she’s probably at 230,000 miles or so. Oh the trips we’ve been on together, the fun we’ve had, she kinda had to grow up early if you know what I mean.

I know, sad.

It’s a grim day, or a “wet dream” but not in a good way. There’s about an inch of water pooling up under my drivers seat and I have no idea why. If I still had my lifeguard cert I’d probably have to start guarding on the weekends again! 

My muffler is all rusted out and it’s on the ground and I’m all most certain rats have started eating away at my wires etc. I’ve put so much money into this car over the last year. I’m wicked pissed!

This is life or death people, my problems matter!!! Someone get a hold of the universe because every-time I call I keep getting a guy named “Tom” from “Minnesota”?

I kid, but It’s bad folks, it’s quite bad…

Maybe now you can see why I really don’t think it is too much to ask for coffee flavored ice cubes?

March 27th, 2017: Just A Thought…

I was thinking about what it takes for individuals to make an impression on us. Why do we hold on to some people and let others go so easily?

Does loves taste ever really disappear, or does it simply store itself away for those times when all you want to do is eat toast and never leave the house?

Why do we hold on to the pieces & shapes from our past? What’s in it for us?

I wish I knew the answer.

I still hold on to the image of a girl I only dated for maybe 3 months. For some reason, in my mind, she was the perfect girl for me, she was the one that got away, and I was the one responsible for my unhappiness.

It has probably been well over a year since we were together but I still hold onto the thought of her and the thought only becomes more intensified as time goes by.

I know that this is unhealthy, but Like aged wine the kiss only gets sweeter.

Did I miss my chance, did I miss my one shot at love? These are the questions I ask sometimes at 4am as I look at the ceiling in the darkness.

I even think of her on the good days which lately, are more often than not, but, although clouded by my foolish hopes and dreams, I did get one thing right.

I am responsible for my own unhappiness and I have taken full responsibility for it. We’ve gotten quite comfortable actually, I think I might have to call things off though, it’s grown so incredibly needy.

I’ve come to the realization that if you love someone, that love never really passes away it just stays in that moment, a ball of energy suspended in time never fading and always lasting.

This thought puts me back to sleep when my demons come crawling and gives me the courage to tell unhappiness where it can go.

I simple say “it’s time we see other people”.

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Cheers,

B.

March 21st, 2017: Just A Thought…

I just overheard two boys that couldn’t be much more than 8 years old laughing hysterically.

I looked over to see what was so funny and saw that they were looking at the front cover of Bill Clinton’s autobiography “My Life” all the while whispering about how he had some “hard” choices to make lol

Man, I can’t stop laughing right now… kids know a lot more than we give them credit for.

I wonder what it would be like to see the world through their eyes again?

Wouldn’t it be nice to go back and really live!

When you were a kid it didn’t matter what was happening tomorrow, or how much money you had. It was all irrelevant.

All you worried about was whether or not you could go on that play-date with Andrew or go on that field-trip to the museum of science.

Having fun was all that you thought about and living for the moment was all that you knew.

I know that’s how It was for me, for a little while anyways.

There must be a way that you can still be an “adult” and not lose that “childlike” way of looking at things, that look that makes things so clear and brilliant and easy; not complex.

Because lets face it, we’re all going to die someday and the problems are never going to disappear.

We’re always going to have major obstacles in our way, monstrous issues that we most face at every turn, but it’s how we choose to look at them that will make all the difference.

You know, the more I think about it, maybe the problems are all part of living. How boring would life be if you never had anything to work for? Never had a challenge to overcome?

Maybe nothing makes sense to you right now, but maybe that’s the point? Maybe it’s not supposed to?

All I’m saying is that our existence wouldn’t seem so unforgiving, so difficult if we just let it all go and said “Fuck it” I’m not going to take this so seriously anymore! I’m going to look at my life through the eyes of an 8 year old.

And I don’t mean that you should stop caring about your life, I’m saying that you should stop caring about the things you can’t control in regards to your life.

You’ll be a lot happier, believe me.

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Cheers,

B.

 

March 18th, 2017: Just A Thought…

Just a random Saturday at the library.

It’s intimidating being around all this knowledge old and new.

Can you imagine the time that went into every dream and fictional lyric that now sits patiently awaiting a reader?

A good portion of someones life went into making something that others would hopefully gain from someday. How selfless is that?

Put yourself in their shoes. You’re at your desk writing away, you love what you do but you have doubts that anyone will ever want to read your work, but regardless you continue to craft your great novel. Think about the faith you’d have to have!

I want to be like the great writer, never wavering, always keeping my vision close in sight. Never allowing doubt in to plague my progress.

Who wants to be the writer who gave up and never published their work out of fear of never being read?

I’d much rather be the one with 500 pieces of work to my name and only have one read ever hundred years!

Just remember that no one cares why you didn’t do anything with your existence, they want to know what you did do.

I’m so much more afraid of what fear will do if left comfortable, left with too much time on its hands, left to consume my greatness.

I challenge fear every single day because I know that one day I’ll win and have complete control over my life. I refuse to let my light be diminished by fears shadow!

With that said, I challenge you to do the same.

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Cheers,

B.

March 16th, 2017: Just A Thought…

At the moment I’m sitting at my computer on some bench at my College. The building I’m in used to be an old rope factory back in the day but was restored years ago leaving only the original flooring for the most part.

The rumor is that the building is haunted? I don’t know about all that. I’ve only ever heard the screams of students before a midterm exam 🙂

It might sound weird but I have really grown to like the smell of asbestos lol I think I’m addicted.

When I look down to the floor I can see the nails and the depressions leftover from machines and tools used when the factory was still operating. I often wonder how some of them were made, what stories they have to tell, each line and valley?

I feel like we are the same in a sense. When I meet someone for the first time I try to look for those “lines and valleys” formed from the past. What experiences have made this person who stands in front of me who they are? I look not only out of curiosity but more as a means to better understand the person; to better relate.

Just like the century old floors that now lay beneath my time traveling feet, everyone is unique. It’s so important to also realize that everyone has different ways of looking at the world.

I have a close friend that I’ve known for a longtime and I wouldn’t say we’re really similar at all. He’s a military, crew cut, right-wing, straight-laced, white tee-shirt kinda guy. He incredibly honest though and I love him for that. He wants to become a police officer (keeping my fingers crossed for you brother!).

I’m pretty much the opposite; I’m more of an academic. I try my best to stay out of politics as much as possible and I’m really loose when it comes to a regimented schedule.

The thing is we both understand each other and can appreciate our differences, that’s what has kept the friendship alive, I’m sure of it.

If I leave you with nothing else, remember this: You don’t have to agree on everything to be in a successful relationship, in fact I think the most successful relationships are the ones where you don’t. It’s so important to appreciate and respect our peculiarities and overall uniqueness!

I’ve found this mindset key to understanding others and participating in mutually beneficial conversations as well as sustaining long-lasting and healthy relationships.

Well that came out of nowhere, I guess I should do my homework now huh.

Who would have known a floor could tell you so much?

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Cheers,

B.

March 15th, 2017: Just A Thought…

Today has been a rough day.

I was called to a meeting and ambushed by Rodney Dangerfield, you know the actor who played in 1986 summer comedy “Back to School”? I wish that was true lol

I have a hunch he wont be winning an “Oscar” for his performance.

The primary difference from the movie was that my main antagonist was a lunatic of a Hotel manager who was like Dangerfield but without the sense of humor, and that’s were the story went out the window.

Someone fire the screenwriter please, they suck at this!

I felt bad for the guy actually, he seemed pretty miserable and boy was he overweight. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a heart attack on the way to work and didn’t realize it.

I never understood why people got to be so mean and stuck in their ways. I mean think about it? This guy wasn’t this way when he was born right? Or was he you could argue I suppose.

I’m letting this run away with me. What I want to say is that as of right now I am 100% unemployed and I’ve never felt more free in my life!!!

The responsible or sane person would be worried beyond belief am I right? They’d be thinking about their car insurance, or their rent, or a sandwich etc.

I have this strong urge that I was made to be more, made to do more, made to set an example! I’ve never felt more certain about anything in my life.

Once you feel this connected with the universe there’s no turning back. I know it will answer my financial needs.

If feeling this positive means I’m insane then call the mental institution cause I don’t ever want to feel “well” again!

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Cheers,

B.

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