My father used to tell me growing up “Son, make all the friends you can now while your young. When you grow up those’ll be the ones you can count on. Real friends.”
Like most advice received in my younger days, it was out the left ear soon as touched the right. Over the years I can see what he means, to a point. The friendships made since high school have all, save for one, fallen apart. Never due to a falling out or anything of the sort. We just didn’t click on that indescribable level. And that’s ok, being a bit of an introvert, days or weeks can go bye where I do nothing but go to the store or back and forth from work. I have enough unfinished stories, books to read, and reptiles to care for that I’m rarely too bored
Seeing that I moved to a new state halfway across the country at 19 as well as the fact that I don’t get out much it’s not surprising that I’m not close with a lot of people in my new home, or my old one for that matter. I have learned the hard way sometimes you have to cut off relationships with people that you may have known since childhood when said people begin to let their choices lead them down a road I cannot and will not follow.
All the memories of growing up together, getting in trouble, and just generally having fun don’t mean anything if said individual or individuals have made and continue to make life decisions that either directly effect you or your loved ones in a negative fashion. Two of my three oldest friendships, 10 years+ were ended by myself. We were all involved with partying growin up to various degrees. One decided to steal from someone I’ve known for a long while and have a ton of respect for. One of the few real friends currently residing in my contact list. Cut him out of my life. The other so called friend of 10+ years steals from my mothers house a month after I leave state. Bam, cut out. And they will never get back in. Once that gate is shut, I lose the keys and weld that sucker closed.
Both have attempted to contact me in the last month which prompted me to write this. No matter how long you’ve known someone, if they are affecting your quality of life due to their poor decisions and lack of ethics or morals, tell them to hit the highway, and find someone else to use.
There are far too many good people out there that would love to be friends with other good folks for any of us to waste our time on the users, the takers, the liars, and the manipulators. Cut that poison out as soon as it rears it’s ugly head in order to make room for the people that deserve your friendship!
Technology is moving at an unprecedented speed. Microchips continue to shrink, gas mileage continues to improve. We are living in a period of such amazing change.
Yes, we need to work on how we treat the environment. Also wouldn’t hurt if we could eliminate world hunger, greed, and war just to name a few. That being said, we are so close to an even more amazing future as a species. All it’s going to take is a little elbow grease. Well, that and good people who care about what’s happening in the world.
I hope to be one of those people.
Well, it’s official. I do not enjoy having surgery.
Actually I should rephrase. I’m not a fan of the recovery process after a surgery.
Being conked out thanks to the hodgepodge of goodies cascading magnificently from atop a silver tower above me was by my calculations, a good thing. Course, my mind could change depending on the bill Mr. Anesthesiologist decides to give me. Wonder if he’s game to barter…Guess I can’t be too annoyed either way, I did wake up after the surgery. That’s worth a couple bucks. Or a picture signed by the Rock and a guitar I never learned how to play. If he’s cool with bartering that is.
Some people just aren’t built for drawn out recoveries. Anything over a week and I’m climbing up the walls for a change of scenery. Well, I would be if it were possible to move without excruciating pain in the right leg and hip area down through the big toe. It’s a good thing I picked up that old wooden cane before they sliced me up. Certainly worth the five dollars the thrift store was asking.
Eh, I’m just annoyed by the whole thing. Expensive and uncomfortable, but it had to be done. Otherwise I’d be looking at a lifetime hobbling around on the walkin’ stick. A year or two to make a full recovery with no permanent damage was the obvious choice. It would be nice to get more than three hours of sleep before the knives start stabbing and the fiery needles engross my lower right side though.
But, beggars can’t be choosers. I not only had the means in which to protect my health both short and long term, but I live in a place where such a surgery is performed by some of the most skilled practitioners in the world. I would’ve preferred never to have an issue. Don’t know anybody that likes having issues requiring medical attention. Despite that I’m very thankful I live where I do, have the friends and family that support me the way they do, and that the surgery was a success and is now a thing of the past.
Now it’s time to buckle down, stay positive, and recover like it’s 1999.
I’m finally writing a blog. The thought’s crossed my mind on several occasions over the past few years. But a combination of procrastination, self doubt, and if I’m being completely honest, laziness kept my greatness from being spread throughout the land!
All joking aside, this is new for me. I love to write, but it’s typically a short story or a boorish attempt at a full length work. Those I can tuck away in plastic tubs when I’m inevitably disappointed with weak characters or by plots with more holes than a seine net. From my understanding this blog stuff’s out there for all to see, for as long as the internet’s around anyways. Which by my estimations should be another 10-12 years. Minimum.
Although I have no idea what I’m doing, it is kind of fun. I know it’s more than a little nutty for a guy that dropped out of High School in tenth grade not once, but twice to have aspirations of being a writer. To think that the short stories I scribble out, or the half finished novels that I revise into oblivion might someday equate to seeing something from my imagination in a book store or on someone’s E-reader makes the hours of doubt over whether or not a sentence “feels” right seem justifiable.
So for now I’ll continue to write. I’ll read everything I can find. I know I have a long way to go before I can even hope to see my name in print somewhere. It’ll be even longer before I can support myself through this craft I enjoy so much. An inestimable amount of time will be sent researching the basics, I know that for certain. But I’m going to put the work in, and you better believe, it will happen.
The way I figure we only get one shot at this thing we call life. I’m not planning on blowing mine by letting the world discourage me with things like odds. I’ve got just as good a chance as the next guy. Actually, my chance is better because I want it more, and I’ll work at it until it happens.
Never give up on your dreams, no matter how difficult they may be to obtain. Now I’d like to know, if you’d care to share, what are your dreams for this adventure we call life?