Thursday, June 13, 2019
Female expectations
Thursday, April 25, 2019
haikus
All highs become lows.
a temporary retreat.
the come down will hurt.
Poison is a liar.
deceiving one then all.
Stay away from liars.
Monday, April 8, 2019
the right way
the mystery and excitement of fortune telling has always intrigued me. although, i hate to admit that i've gone to three of them in my life- its even worse to admit that i would do it again. it amazes me the "power" or the "wisdom" of knowing what i've done and where im going. like a reassurance. i'm aware that bible- believers critize and think it blasphemy- but this weekened i had one of my random thoughts. in what way does God assure us that we are going the right way? so many times in bible stories or just in every day life God "tests" or faith by doing things to make us feel like questioning. I know that if i had a kid, i wouldnt take him to a top of a mountain and sacrifice him for a voice i would hear out of thin air. id check myself into a looney bin. How does God show us the way?
Monday, April 1, 2019
doggies
So i've noticed for a while now how people love and care for their puppies like if they were kids. i tried having one recently and it would be selfish of me to keep it. I just dont have the time to care for it. I'm never at home. the closest thing i had was Sasha and she was amazing, i recently tried finding her and I didnt have any luck. watching a show about having to put their dog down brought up the reason that i dont want one. i know that theyre not going to last. they have to die and i just dont want to be a part of that or have those feelings. i tend to further myself from people that i know are going to leave. i tried to stay away when both my grandfathers got sick. it might have seemed that i didnt care, but that wasnt the case. i dont want to feel that pain. ultimately, it doesnt matter what others feel about your actions or feelings. its your life and your feelings. distancing myself is a way that i cope (i.e. Chihuahua) focusing your life on something else is what i believe a healthy way of dealing by not dealing. if that makes any sense.... if it doesnt- it does to me.
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Blind Love
My plot for today was going to be about a man falling in love with a woman, even though he was blind. I thought about all the beautiful qualities that he could have fallen for: her smell, her soft skin, her voice- maybe the way she cared for him and nurtured a blind man- companionship that let his imagination roam as if he could see the world. That would have been too easy- i tried to think about it as a blind woman. What about a man would make me fall in love with him. If it were not for the security, the attraction, the sex… what is there? What makes a woman fall in love with a man or what makes a woman fall in love is when a man makes her feel like there are no other woman in the room, if there are- they aren't worth looking at. His time would be better spent staring at a girl, longing for her. This sounds so unlike anything that i would ever try to argue about, but I don't think a man could fall in love with a blind girl- at least not for more than a few months. That's my negative talk- maybe ill have my romantic blind man story some other time.
Short Story intro
“Just a small town girl, living in a lonely woooorld…” SLAM!!! Another fucking morning. “I really need to change that alarm song” he tells Kelli as she turns away from him. “Good morning to you too” he says as he grudgingly gets up for another day of work. He scrambles to find something to wear, not because he doesn't have clean clothes, but because he rotates the same 4 shirts on a weekly basis. He sits there staring at his dreaded face until his 8am alarm starts playing- the time he should be at work. He still takes his time changing and brushing his teeth. He puts cologne on before giving his wife a kiss, maybe it'll rise a little attention from her but nada. “Have a good day sweetie.” He says a little prayer while making his way to work, at this time, it's mainly out of habit-he takes the 30 minute drive to the 10 hour work day. At this time, he doesn't even remember what goes through his mind on the drive, same thing every day. As he scans his key to enter his cubicle, he starts getting phone calls. “Can’t they fucking wait” but to their defense he's late. He reaches for his drawer and pops half an Adderall, who is he kidding, he takes the other half ten minutes later. He's noticed that one pill has sneakingly turned into three daily. Fuck it, lets mix it with a Lortab.