Thursday, February 9, 2017

How we handle our shit

So how do we handle things?
Me? you know me, I'm coming straight at it...aggressive and hard hitting.
yet...I take that same approach but without the craziness when it comes to your problems.

ela once said..."you don't get emo B..."...no...I don't. I replied "I get physical."

So here...my Todd has been in a bad relationship for the last four years...his current one which is attributed to me is kinda good and kinda bad.  She has a thing for her last boyfriend. Todd's solution is to try to make her feel better. This last new years eve, his ex came over and caused a shit storm and what he did with his current gf is try to make her feel better by taking her out...drinking...going to dinners...no.

I told him that he needs to step it up and help her to solve her problems...of course people want to hear everything is going to be okay...but what the fuck? are you going to be the man to help her or are you going to be the man to just tell her it's going to be okay?

there's a big fuckin difference. Be the man that helps your girl.

I asked him, so in other words, you can take her out and make stupid faces to try to make her laugh one night but the rest of her week, when she has to face this problem you're not going to be there for her?

what the fuck???

He said if she just forgets about it then it will go away... WHAT THE FUCK???WHAT THE FUCK?
is that how things work???? is he fuckin serious??? wait, can i think that my dad will get better then it will go away? if i forget about his dementia will that go away also???

Saying "everything will be alright" doesn't amount to shit when nothing is done.
I told him that by sticking your head in the sand like an ostritch you are not helping her.

I get shit done.

I want him to do the same.


digital and the degraded

  I'm a HIGHWARLORD...funny how who I am I did the time sink. RBG's...2k but never hit that raking again. I used to put a lot of stock into that title. Playing world of warcraft gave me an outlet. I could say of shitty friends, no girlfriend, no good job...no, it gave me an outlet for myself.

  My cousin Gino bought me the game to get me to chill. Not fight so much, not go out so much, not act like a jackass no more.  Nothing is gonna change me but me.  But what did change me is my parents.  After all the bullshit...after all the postering...wtf...

  I earned that HW title.  Just like I trained hard and I hit 11'6 on the jump scale...I did other amazing stuff in my life that when I look back...I have no regrets but one....

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Chiro...

  For the longest time, I was in pain.  I know exactly how I got it. From jiu-jitsu, what started out as a pinched nerve with incredible pain shooting down my arm and barely being able to turn my neck, and a handful of ibuprofen came down to almost a year and a half of a dull constant pain in my right upper back.

  Oh, the things we can endure. We make promises to ourselves to resolve the situation, yet  we hide it in little boxes in the back of our minds. We convince ourselves that there are higher priorities. We put it off and tell ourselves we will get it done the next day or the next week with a conviction that yes, we will get it done, all the while there is a promise breaking thing the size of a water drop that rolls around.

  So I finally decided to see a chiropractor...and boy did it change my life. After my first session, the pain in my back was gone. Literally gone! I never thought something like that was even possible.
The glorious cracks I heard my spine made resonated in my head and felt throughout my body.

 After my second session, I began to take notice of a holistic change.  This is going to sound weird but I felt this well-beingness.  It wasn't just my back, but it was everything about me that felt "even." Something that I haven't felt in a long, long time.  It was a calm. As if a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

 A brief history, I played all sports except for soccer. I was a b-boy for nearly two decades, I did jiu-jitsu on and off for eight years. All of this contributed to my spine being out of whack. I think  being a b-boy really did the most harm though. Purposely slamming my body on concrete, contorting it in ways we just were not to bend all played a part.

 So, I've been going to regular treatments for the last four weeks. My neck mobility is still very tight and embarrassing when I see it in the mirror. Working on that will take some time, but overall, my body feels really good and my mind feels even better.

I recommend everyone to go see a chiropractor to get assessed in the least if not adjusted.

I made a promise to myself that this year, I am going to take care of myself in mind, body, and soul.
This is the first step.

---and my posture has greatly improved.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Costco...

I love my job.
I think I told you before that I have always wanted to work in the bakery. Well now I am a permanent employee! You would not believe the strain I had to go through to get the job, of course, it was all self-induced, yet still...I made it through and ask me about the perks?

Only one perk. The girls. I see them everyday. But it's the co-workers, I had my eye on a couple LOL. One I asked out and she asked for my number but I'm not really the Shack drinking kind of guy every night anymore. The second, she always found a way to touch me...like on the shoulder or the arms but she was young. Nope. The third...well she's haole, the dark haired type. I'm not sure how I feel about her, I'm slightly attracted to her but not really at the same time. Does that make any sense?

I wrap bakery items...I'm good at it. I'm good at talking to customers or as Costco refers to them..."members" I think I'm good at my job. My co-workers is pretty cool except for the one that joined at the same time as me. This Filipino man thinks he's my boss lol. No. He  bosses me around but Kelli told me the other day. "you do you and push forward. don't worry about him" that kinda worked. But really? lol. The old me would tell him "fuck you" and yeah, I'm still pushing forward so it works.

My boss Carissa is a lesbian from what I'm told. She's hella cool but I'm still on the fence whether or not if she can be a good manager. She's been at it for the last eight months.

You know I'm a good talker, I'm good at connecting, but everyone hates her...I like her...so I think I'm a little biased about her skills to run the bakery. She's already letting me getting away with a lot of shit. Come on now, I just started and I just passed probation, I'mma push my boundries, test it...do you blame me? lol

At least I'm not drinking as much. Once a week. I tried drinking the night before work...my god, I can't do it. The heat from the ovens alone sends me into a reeling spin that makes me feel like I'm on the sizzler carnival ride.

I can't drink these days.

How is bebe? I hope good. You are such a natural, I can so see you as a mom lol.
Yo...milf! lol


Welcome

Hey...
I figured this would be a great time to do two things at once...or maybe just one thing.
I'm creating this blog that will contain random stuff from my thoughts and life and I hope that will be entertaining "just for a minute" get your mind off of things if you need it. If not, well not to worry.
That's where the other thing comes in. Self-therapy lol.

  My Todd...not your Todd...has a new girlfriend now, nevermind that his old girlfriend came to his house on new years eve and threw a tantrum that was worthy of the old me. So getting on, his new girlfriend is an old friend of mine, she works at a bank and I know her dad. I set them up several months ago on a whim. I thought it was a good thing...

  Okay, so we both know how my Todd is like, very quiet and unassuming. Now get a little liquor in him and all of a sudden they are making strange noises at each other, noises that I can only comprehend as a grunting dog.

    It seems that he is only open when I'm around or so I'm told. Sure, fine, I'm cool with it. Help a brother out right? But it feels a little awkward to be the playground and what I mean by that is that they come here just to be together? Yo...I'm here...this is my house.

Btw, I saw him pick up a pretzel off the ground that was lying there for ten minutes and eat it. Either he was drunk or didn't think anyone was watching. Either way...no.