This has been an interesting week. I have some realisations. I don't think they were the best ones, as in, those that make me happy. Probably tipping toward the negative. But that's alright, because life will go on. Set your eyes on the horizon and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
I am not sure about one thing though. There is this guy, in one of the online games I play. No, Its not WoW. Seriously.. But to the point. It seems, though he is far from the circle of close friends, he seems to ask the questions I feel my close to home friends should ask. No big deal though, perhaps in the real world, as in, not online, I am not the type of person you approach for things like that. I think a lot of people put out that extremely common phrase, "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here". But are they?
Being the person I am, I will always have a place for a friend to sleep. Perhaps I cant always give someone forty bucks, or even pay back a fifty I borrowed more than a year ago. However, I do my best to keep my place and availability open to those that need help. I would probably be a lot better off if I kept myself "broke" all the time. I would like to say that I am always improving who I am. But I know that's nearly a bold faced lie. More or less, I try to talk better my mind and morals than anything. I just cant show that to anyone, because its really hard to prove that a moral has been made stronger. So, I have been toying with the idea of finding a boxing teacher. A little self discipline and a hearty workout would probably do me a good amount of.. well Good.
You know, I wanna touch on something real quick. I think its funny, and even I am guilty of it on occasion. It happens mostly online, But I hear it more and more in real life. Its so fucking common, to call someone a faggot, or a nigger. Do we have a love for the letter g or something? Or, do we just use the two things that we can make fun of the easiest because we lack some creativity. A faggot is not a cigarette. "Oh but it is in. . . " Blah blah blah. I don't fuckin CARE what a faggot is in another country, or if back in the day it was a synonym for a cigarette. You wanna call someone a faggot, or gay.. Do it elsewhere. For fucks sake, I don't actively seek to surround myself by self afflicted idiots. You wanna use the word Nigger, Go to Alabama and walk into a bar full of black people. Show me you got balls to do it, and Ill let you use it. Not that I will seriously stop you, but really.. come on. I think Racism is funny. The jokes make me laugh, because racial stereotypes are funny. Do I think actual racist behavior and actual racist violence is funny, no. Its pointless, narrow minded and ignorant. So do me the tiniest favor if you read this blog, realise those words make me uncomfortable, and don't use them. Also.. "That's so gay." Really, High school was years ago bro, let it go.
Now that I have done my one humanitarian deed for the week, what else do I talk about. Not a lot on my mind. Just had to fulfill my weekly blog. Sittin here at near 5 in the morning. Drinking a glass of water and thinking about brushing my teeth. Perhaps Ill go for a walk.
I really hope that by the time I'm 27, which is about 12 months away.. I have actually learned a thing or two in the ring, and have actually adhered to a workout routine that gets me to where I wanna be. Sick and tired of being a procrastinator. Just going to break the habit. Tired of being a fat American. Ha. That was for the 0GC Boys.
-Trounce
Showing posts with label Men and Women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Men and Women. Show all posts
Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Metaphorical History, According to Trounce
Who or what I am is a complex question. One may think I am an asshole. True, of course. Just as anyone can be. We can all be a lot of things. Foolish, selfish, selfless, idiotic. . The list could go on for every descriptive word we have in the English language. And even then, we can think of more. Who we are though, is another topic all together. Who are you, for example? What is it with some people who you think you know, Its amazing the things that spring from their minds when we least expect it.
Could you look at people who burst out singing Karaoke, and consider for a moment that you had no idea they could sing by looks alone. But you know my blog isn't about singing, or dancing. Its about rash decisions and ill thought plans. I don't believe I am one to do brash things. Though I have, And I cant lie. There are things I wish I was doing now, instead of sitting here typing out my mind. Sadly, I remember the days when I used to be more of a party goer, a rock star and 'That guy!' at parties. Now, I sit here with a slight pudge in the gut wondering what happened. I don't even know who I am all the time. Everyone has an idea, I think, of who I am and who they are. Do people, even confident people, know that people judge them on a daily basis? I can think of a few people right now, that seems to be resilient to critique.
I know that being who I am, I take a lot of crap, insults and teasing. Why do I though? Why do we get flu shots? Why do we exercise, eat certain foods or train ourselves in self defense? Trounce, 'That guy!' has an anger problem, and I know it. Taking crap from my friends and people I don't really care for, is just another form of training. There are very few things that get to me, very few. And that's a good thing I believe. Does that sound cocky? Because I am no bad ass, and that's something any of my friends would tell you. Nor do I desire to be one. However, without me where would you be now? Do I have an effect on your life? You are reading something right now, because of me. The answer then is.. yes. I do. Will you heed my words, of there is any meaning in what I write, perhaps not. Chances are you will not. This is a source of amusement for you. And I appreciate that. I do not wish to go down in history un remembered. I will not pass away a dust mite in the pages of history, and thus I do plan on going out with a bang. Or at least that's how a lot of people want to go.
I have two children. A son and a daughter. My daughter lives in another state. I see pictures of her often. Though, I do wish to see her more often. My son I see daily, usually. They are probably the cutest kids I have helped create so far. I say help, because lets face it, A man cant make a baby alone. Speaking of which, ever wondered about the brain of the opposite sex? Lets take a look.. .. ..
A mans brain. Well girls, You know how it works right? Food, Sex, Beer, Sex, Blow jobs, Sex, Tits N' Ass, Sex and Man stuff! We are pretty easy to figure out right? You may have laughed at all that, which is normal. Its the way society has portrayed men for years upon years. And if that's the case, than your perfect man does not exist. Give up and put yourselves to work on the corner, You will probably find a good guy that way. Because hey, its all we want right? Men are complicated Machines. I say machines because that's what we are. I will correct myself later, but refer to this.. .. Men work. We eat food, we fuel up, we work, we come home for maintenance, some T&A and we are good to go for the next day. Its what we have done for thousands of years. Man created so much, and the world is changed because of man. I don't mean man as a universal word for men and women. I say man because lets face it. History was shaped by men. Wars were generally fought by Men. Not women. Wars change the world on an epic proportion. Only recently have men developed these things.. what are they.. feelings? Hardly though. Men have had feelings the same amount of time women have. So we may be cold and distant. But its how we are engineered. Because we are machines. If men are so simple as Fuel, Work and Rest. What are women then?
Women are amazing creatures, is what I said in my previous writing. But we all know, that they aren't always so. Women have helped shape the world as it is today. If men created everything, and it was left as such. It would be.. sharp, and jagged. Rough and made to serve purpose not please the eyes. Women have rounded out the whole world. I am not saying their haven't been females in history who have really turned a page in history. Because there are. Women are complicated, just as men are though. Lets face it, without women, the world would be barren. The race of man would die off. I like women, But I think everyone knows that about me. Hell, I wish for a good woman every day. Hard to find a good one, They always want to change who you are, smooth you out and make you pretty and perfect. Because all we want is sex, beer and food.
Ive been angry lately, with these women. If men are so cold hearted and devoid of feeling, How is it so.. we feel the pain when our hearts get stomped on. Is it because we don't show it that you keep on attacking? Women's emotions, in my opinion, need to be held in check. Its all fine and dandy that you want to express yourself. I think women get so caught up in expression of their own, that they neglect the feelings of their company. Even long after the conversation has ended, and miles have been put between two people, feelings linger much longer than anticipated. It also amazes me how getting hit in the face, and I'm talking full on fist across the jaw, liable to stagger even a bigger man; stings so much less than the bite of a sentence spoken with scorn. The worst part about something spoken as such, and I'm speaking from experience, is that it wasn't even meant like that. It was not even spoken with anger, or jealousy, or meant to hurt. It was more of an announcement of coming events.
Imagine if you will, you have been walking for some time. You are alone, and there are no sounds. Its cold, and the wind bites at your every step. Soon you are standing on a ledge. You know, very well, that falling from this precarious foothold, you will die. No if, ands or buts about it. Death will happen. Arriving at the edge, you creep to the lip. Trembling a little, wishing you were somewhere else, you feel a small bit of heat rising up from the edge. It flows softly, and it seems forever until you can feel your fingers again. Just as you relax, the wind blows softly. Its amazing, your clothes ruffle in the wind slightly, and then the wind dies. Gone, until a powerful gust hits you from behind, forcing you up on to your toes. And as quickly as it hit you, it was gone. Your balance regained, your heart is hammering. The veins in your whole body are like copper wire under the skin. You feel fit to burst, but what do you do? You were so happy a moment ago. Living life on the edge has its perks, But their is always that long fall if you fail. And where does that fall take you, to death? No, unfortunately. You will most likely find yourself walking alone, cold and unwelcome. So this metaphor, What is about. Do I tell, perhaps a glimpse.
Is a man like the one walking? The temperature the female? If so, than what is the wind. . the cliff? The fall? Could we switch it around, I think so. Where does Trounce stand at the moment? Personally, I wish I was walking alone, without the sounds or sights. I can stand the cold. Yet is that were I am. No, I am most certainly on that ledge, he heat has long since stopped rising from the cliff I sit on. I have this crazy idea that If I sit here long enough it will return. Such a fool.
Luckily though, Life goes on. I am not destined to sit here forever, typing away a blog or waiting for some metaphorical heat to return my life to its original grandeur. I will, just as we all should, rise again. There is more beer to be drank, and more sites to see. Friends need me, you need me, and people need to laugh. Depression should be cured as such. Find what makes someone tick, not what magical mental handicap they have. Problem solved.
-Trounce
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Could you look at people who burst out singing Karaoke, and consider for a moment that you had no idea they could sing by looks alone. But you know my blog isn't about singing, or dancing. Its about rash decisions and ill thought plans. I don't believe I am one to do brash things. Though I have, And I cant lie. There are things I wish I was doing now, instead of sitting here typing out my mind. Sadly, I remember the days when I used to be more of a party goer, a rock star and 'That guy!' at parties. Now, I sit here with a slight pudge in the gut wondering what happened. I don't even know who I am all the time. Everyone has an idea, I think, of who I am and who they are. Do people, even confident people, know that people judge them on a daily basis? I can think of a few people right now, that seems to be resilient to critique.
I know that being who I am, I take a lot of crap, insults and teasing. Why do I though? Why do we get flu shots? Why do we exercise, eat certain foods or train ourselves in self defense? Trounce, 'That guy!' has an anger problem, and I know it. Taking crap from my friends and people I don't really care for, is just another form of training. There are very few things that get to me, very few. And that's a good thing I believe. Does that sound cocky? Because I am no bad ass, and that's something any of my friends would tell you. Nor do I desire to be one. However, without me where would you be now? Do I have an effect on your life? You are reading something right now, because of me. The answer then is.. yes. I do. Will you heed my words, of there is any meaning in what I write, perhaps not. Chances are you will not. This is a source of amusement for you. And I appreciate that. I do not wish to go down in history un remembered. I will not pass away a dust mite in the pages of history, and thus I do plan on going out with a bang. Or at least that's how a lot of people want to go.
I have two children. A son and a daughter. My daughter lives in another state. I see pictures of her often. Though, I do wish to see her more often. My son I see daily, usually. They are probably the cutest kids I have helped create so far. I say help, because lets face it, A man cant make a baby alone. Speaking of which, ever wondered about the brain of the opposite sex? Lets take a look.. .. ..
A mans brain. Well girls, You know how it works right? Food, Sex, Beer, Sex, Blow jobs, Sex, Tits N' Ass, Sex and Man stuff! We are pretty easy to figure out right? You may have laughed at all that, which is normal. Its the way society has portrayed men for years upon years. And if that's the case, than your perfect man does not exist. Give up and put yourselves to work on the corner, You will probably find a good guy that way. Because hey, its all we want right? Men are complicated Machines. I say machines because that's what we are. I will correct myself later, but refer to this.. .. Men work. We eat food, we fuel up, we work, we come home for maintenance, some T&A and we are good to go for the next day. Its what we have done for thousands of years. Man created so much, and the world is changed because of man. I don't mean man as a universal word for men and women. I say man because lets face it. History was shaped by men. Wars were generally fought by Men. Not women. Wars change the world on an epic proportion. Only recently have men developed these things.. what are they.. feelings? Hardly though. Men have had feelings the same amount of time women have. So we may be cold and distant. But its how we are engineered. Because we are machines. If men are so simple as Fuel, Work and Rest. What are women then?
Women are amazing creatures, is what I said in my previous writing. But we all know, that they aren't always so. Women have helped shape the world as it is today. If men created everything, and it was left as such. It would be.. sharp, and jagged. Rough and made to serve purpose not please the eyes. Women have rounded out the whole world. I am not saying their haven't been females in history who have really turned a page in history. Because there are. Women are complicated, just as men are though. Lets face it, without women, the world would be barren. The race of man would die off. I like women, But I think everyone knows that about me. Hell, I wish for a good woman every day. Hard to find a good one, They always want to change who you are, smooth you out and make you pretty and perfect. Because all we want is sex, beer and food.
Ive been angry lately, with these women. If men are so cold hearted and devoid of feeling, How is it so.. we feel the pain when our hearts get stomped on. Is it because we don't show it that you keep on attacking? Women's emotions, in my opinion, need to be held in check. Its all fine and dandy that you want to express yourself. I think women get so caught up in expression of their own, that they neglect the feelings of their company. Even long after the conversation has ended, and miles have been put between two people, feelings linger much longer than anticipated. It also amazes me how getting hit in the face, and I'm talking full on fist across the jaw, liable to stagger even a bigger man; stings so much less than the bite of a sentence spoken with scorn. The worst part about something spoken as such, and I'm speaking from experience, is that it wasn't even meant like that. It was not even spoken with anger, or jealousy, or meant to hurt. It was more of an announcement of coming events.
Imagine if you will, you have been walking for some time. You are alone, and there are no sounds. Its cold, and the wind bites at your every step. Soon you are standing on a ledge. You know, very well, that falling from this precarious foothold, you will die. No if, ands or buts about it. Death will happen. Arriving at the edge, you creep to the lip. Trembling a little, wishing you were somewhere else, you feel a small bit of heat rising up from the edge. It flows softly, and it seems forever until you can feel your fingers again. Just as you relax, the wind blows softly. Its amazing, your clothes ruffle in the wind slightly, and then the wind dies. Gone, until a powerful gust hits you from behind, forcing you up on to your toes. And as quickly as it hit you, it was gone. Your balance regained, your heart is hammering. The veins in your whole body are like copper wire under the skin. You feel fit to burst, but what do you do? You were so happy a moment ago. Living life on the edge has its perks, But their is always that long fall if you fail. And where does that fall take you, to death? No, unfortunately. You will most likely find yourself walking alone, cold and unwelcome. So this metaphor, What is about. Do I tell, perhaps a glimpse.
Is a man like the one walking? The temperature the female? If so, than what is the wind. . the cliff? The fall? Could we switch it around, I think so. Where does Trounce stand at the moment? Personally, I wish I was walking alone, without the sounds or sights. I can stand the cold. Yet is that were I am. No, I am most certainly on that ledge, he heat has long since stopped rising from the cliff I sit on. I have this crazy idea that If I sit here long enough it will return. Such a fool.
Luckily though, Life goes on. I am not destined to sit here forever, typing away a blog or waiting for some metaphorical heat to return my life to its original grandeur. I will, just as we all should, rise again. There is more beer to be drank, and more sites to see. Friends need me, you need me, and people need to laugh. Depression should be cured as such. Find what makes someone tick, not what magical mental handicap they have. Problem solved.
-Trounce
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