Get Off Me

Some people seem to do what they want at a young age, then fall in line with the rest of the mindless idiots who like to blend in as they get older. Me? Not so much. I was much more comfortable blending in when I was younger, and now I'm really seeing the importance in being myself as I get older. If that happens to piss someone off from time to time, so be it. If my looks sometimes shock people, they can look away. Point is, I need to be happy before I can spread positive energy to the rest of the world

It's not like I set out each day trying to do or say something that will raise an eyebrow. I'm simply doing my own thing. Sometimes I don't dress the way people expect me to dress, and lord knows I have more tattoos than are accepted in most social circles, but last I checked I'm on this journey solo. I came into the world alone and I'll check out alone, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be told what to say or how to look. Trust me, you'll find a much happier Me if you let me be myself. There's just not enough time in this temporary existence to live for others. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly not advocating a "screw everyone else" attitude, but I have to think about myself first. I'm finding that when I have inner peace and let go of bitterness, this philosophy always leads to me being better to others as well.

I speak with some disgust about those that just like to blend in, but the truth is that I can see where some of them are coming from. It's a pain in the ass to do your own thing all the time and not feel like you're fighting a war against the world. It really is. Just being boring and doing what's expected is a hell of a lot easier than having to explain yourself to people, deal with funny looks, etc. But there's no fun in the expected, you see, and I don't want to live in a world where the fun has stopped (RIP HST). Screw that. I want to look and act exactly as I see myself looking and acting in my dream space. How in the hell am I going to manifest my dream space if I don't start acting like I'm already in it?

HST

You know what I love? Mr. Hunter Stockton Thompson and his body of work. Freaking great writer that guy was, and a hell of an American rebel to boot. You know what I love even more right now? My new tattoo of Hunter S. Thompson/Raoul Duke (originally created by his career long illustrator, the great Ralph Steadman). God damn I love tattoos. Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em. When I think of my favorite things I think of family, food, the beach and lot's and lot's of tattoos. Not only do I love the tattoos themselves, but I love when I catch someone looking me up and down with a look of disgust on their face. Well, when I say "love" in this case I really mean hate, but you get my drift. What in the effing hell is so wrong about a tattoo?? I JUST DON'T GET THE JUDGEMENT. If someone was carrying a piece of art with them would you look at it, and if it wasn't up your alley, as it were, just make an "I-think-more-of-horseshit-than-I-do-of-you" look? Of course you wouldn't. So why do some ignorant folks do that when they see a tattoo? I mean, without tooting my own horn, I happen to be a well educated individual that can discuss politics, history, world affairs and on and on, yet because I have tattoos some people immediately pre-judge me as a freak. Well guess what, idiots of the world that can't handle anyone that has the balls to not fall in line with what's expected.....SCREW YOU. I am going to continue with my passion, keep getting more and more successful, and eventually have enough money and power to literally put my middle finger in your face. Well then, have a nice day.


TWF

The Thing About LIfe Is...

...well, we all know it's a bitch, but I say it's a great experience. You know why? I'm not quite sure, because to be perfectly frank, I tend to tell myself life is great when things get a bit stressful, but that doesn't mean it's true. I mean, just because someone tells you it's raining doesn't mean they're not pissing on your foot now does it?? Generally I believe that life IS good even when I'm standing in a figurative pile 'o crap (cheers to the Irish), but how life is is awfully relative isn't it? For instance, I may be walking down the street in a state of total enjoyment of the sunny day that the universe has created, while another person is walking down the same street, maybe even crossing my path, cursing God and the heavens because he's been living on the streets for years and his skin is burnt to a crisp. All he wants is some damn shade. "Will this god damn sun ever stop torturing me", is screaming from his very core as he searches for shelter. I smile, he burns. Who is "right" in the way they feel? Nobody and everyone, that's who. See? Feelings and experiences are completely relative by nature. As they say, one man's trash is another man's gold. Ain't nuffin but the troof, yo....idiots. Ain't nothing but the truth.

Life is one big mess of people, all looking for personal happiness. Unfortunately, we each go about our quest for happiness in different ways, and rarely care about others along the way as much as we should. "Screw him/her" is an all too commonly uttered phrase I hear these days. It's like we all think there is a limited amount of happiness and positive energy to go around and when someone else has too much of it we become bitter. And yes, I have felt that way myself, far too often, but that doesn't make it right. Dammit people, can't we all just get along (queue fake tears)? Where is the love? Hmm, any other motown phrases you can suggest are welcome. On a more serious note, I have nothing more serious to say. Peace out to all my brethren across the world. May I be lucky enough to see you soon. Vaya con dios mis amigos.

Ps. I almost forgot to post a laugh-inducing clip for y'all. Nothing like Jean Claude Van Dam (he's gay) getting a woody on national TV. Here you go:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_0kKACp11Y&NR=1


Beun noche,
TWF