World of Nations.

Me: Mom, I'm going to take you to the Philippines this wknd for your bday.
Mom: *Gasp* Really!?
Me: Yes. & then after we'll go to Korea & Jamaica! All in the same day!
Mom: How is that possible!?
Me: Because Mom, I just love you THAT much.
Sister: Mom, she's talking about World of Nations.

Whatever. I thought I was being brilliant. Can't wait to go to WON this wknd! I only want to go for the food!

A poet in the making.

Arguably, I think most writers use their soul to wield their craft. That’s where the poetry lies. Dormant but ready to bloom. You stare long & hard enough at the moon, or the ocean, & your soul will reach, expand & make a poet out of you.

Bullshit.

Lately I've realized that all I really need is somebody who will listen to my bullshit, call me out on my bullshit, & love me despite my bullshit.

I guess that is what best friends are for. :)

Distance.

Distance: to go the or keep my?

The Sypmosium

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs, & a head with 2 faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.

- Plato's "The Sypmosium"

Love-hate relationship.

I am in serious need of a workout partner. One that will verbally abuse me by saying things like, "Keep running you fat ass!" or "My great grandmother can lift heavier weights than you." Nice stuff like that. One that will not cave into my creative BS to get out of working out. If you think you are the right person for this job, please contact me. I will love you forever. Well, after I hate you first.

Monsters, Inc.

I am so romantic sometimes. I think I should marry myself. - Monsters, Inc.

Dear Rich, Gorgeous, Future Self,

I hate to bother you. I know you’re probably on your way out the door right now, off to a vaguely important meeting in a high-rise somewhere in Manhattan, Beijing, Tokyo, Moscow, or Abu Dhabi. Or maybe you’re backstage at a hip, hole-in-the-wall bar, about to perform a setlist of cult favorites that have become synonymous with your name. I guess you could just be checking your email.

Whatever it is I’ve interrupted, I’m sorry, but I have a few questions that I need answered. Well, that I needed answered. You’re a little late now, but you always have been a notorious procrastinator.

I need to know, where do I go in life? You have to tell me, how do we do it? Do I need to learn how to tie the perfect Windsor knot & invest in a good attaché case, or should I start putting some money away for a new guitar & start penning some heart-wrenching, semi-allegorical lyrics? I know where it looks like I’m headed, but life is nothing if not unpredictable.

Well, anyway, I think I’m rambling now & I know your time is a valuable commodity nowadays. Please respond as soon as you can.

Yours Fate-fully,
R

Worms.

#9874 Reason Why I love my biffle:

Random texts at 12 in the morning stating that she can't stop eating worms.

Fly birdy, fly.

I always wondered why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth; then I ask myself the same question.

Do you feel that?

It’s your dreams being crushed under the weight of all the pressures of life. Your job, your family, your relationships, your car payments, the power bill that’s late - it’s all pressing down on you, weighing you down & you can’t move.

You can’t.
You've been in relationships where they want more than you’re willing to give, your mother has unrealistic expectations about your future & you’re struggling to breathe, like you’re underwater & unable to come up for a breath… So swim.

Swim toward the light, to the gap that’s just big enough for you to fit through, & once you’re through, make your own path. Forge ahead. It’s easier than you think. Because the goals you have for yourself, the things that you really want to do are obtainable. Goals, the destination of a journey can be yours, but you’re going to have to work for it. I’m going to have to work hard to get what I want, but I will not stop until I get it. Finally, after all these years I’ve got clear definable goals, & I can see the path, laid out before me that leads to what I want. All I have to have is the guts to take that path.

I’ve written about this before, in many iterations, but that’s only because it’s so true. & yeah, there are a lot of you reading this, & if I can do one thing here on this public forum, I hope it’s to help inspire people to go after their dreams. Because a life without dreams is no life at all. Get after it. If I’ve learned one thing recently, it’s that it ain’t coming to you. You’ve got to go & get it.

Just a friendly visit.

An old friend made a surprise visit to the clinic I work at today & I almost bearhugged & tackled her in glee. I say "almost" because I decided to maintain what little known decorum I have left at work & instead offered her enthusiastic high-tens.

Seeing her again after so long made me realize the value of all my relationships, & made me realise how dysfunctional I would be without the little exchanges of laughter & soul between ourselves in the air.

I have very few favorite people in this world. Knowing that they/we won't all be here forever makes me want to bearhug & tackle them all into the ground with so much asteroidal force & permanence that palaeontologists have to excavate our entwined fossils.

Hanging on a string.

I feel like I'm in some kind of limbo. Like my heart hanging from a string & all the helium slowly exhaling out. Not knowing which direction to float.