Thoughts
I own too many websites, yet I need most of them.
My NaNoWriMo novel is suffering this week - I need to step up my word count game.
I’m not a fan of (the holiday season). I have nothing against family gathering and holiday cheer; it just doesn’t carry the significance it once had in my life. In fact, it’s a blatant reminder of how much things have changed and my natural inclination is to isolate myself…further.
I’m convinced that 80% of the people in my life are more fixated on the idea of who I’m supposed to be rather than who I really am.
There is no itis like the kind I get from eating Mexican food.
“Everybody has problems. Everybody hurts,” is not comforting. The inclusive rationalization of my pain does nothing for my mind or my spirit. My life is no more important than someone else’s but I recognize that I am an extraordinary human being; therefore my personal tragedies reflect that reality. I don’t care what everybody else feels when it comes to the pain I’m experiencing.
Throw something in my face and I promise to smack it to the ground Charlie Murphy/Rick James style and be sure it lands on your shoes to stain them forever.
Passive aggressiveness is my new pet peeve. My disgust for the mindset is based on the realization that passive aggressive behavior is beer-batter fried in fear. I’m so over fear and I’m so over so-called friends who project their fears onto me as a way to manipulate my responses and my actions.
Why is it so hard to grasp the concept that “Fave” is just that…a concept? There’s more to me than podcasts, music and comic strips.
I started A Pug Named Fender to cope with the loss of my dog. I started Fave Doodles to help process the thoughts bombarding my mind. Your entertainment = my therapy.
I’ve never really felt encouraged or supported in my creative endeavors. It was always “go to college. Get a job (working for someone else).” I did that, rinsed and repeated. I am not a Baby Boomer. Doing that doesn’t guarantee you this wonderful life with a paid mortgage and pension in 30 years. What does guarantee me a wonderful life is doing what makes me happy because that state of mind transcends circumstances.
I’m in the midst of processing the worst personal tragedy of my life. I work 50+ hours a week in Corporate America. I pray a minimum of three times a day for my children, friends and strangers. I’m writing a book. I’m blogging for the GRAMMYS. I’m producing an anthology of my webcomic series. I’m composing seven new songs. I'm busy. If it doesn’t fit within your timeline, I encourage you to be patient or find someone willing to say “how high” when you yell “jump.”
I’m not a fan of instant messenger (IM) like I used to be. Maybe is the overwhelming feeling to be introverted as these dreaded holidays get closer.
God forgave me for things I’m still trippin’ about.
I’m ‘bout dat life.
