So swine flu is here. AWESOME. And to make things even better, apparently the approved vaccinations don't work against this strain. So now we are taking every precaution to prevent it's spreading. People are ordering masks like crazy, vacations to Mexico are being postponed and canceled, and Northeastern kept their students from shaking hands at graduation...? Listen kids this is the Flu, not Ebola. If I go to introduce myself to someone and they don't shake my hand because I might get Flu cooties, there will be blood.
I understand that this is an illness for which there is no vaccine at the moment. I understand that it has the capability of killing, I understand that it's highly contagious, and I also understand that it is attacking healthy 18-40 year-olds immune systems and creating adverse effects. What I don't understand is why we can't at least pretend that we aren't doomed. I have done an excellent job of keeping my panic attacks to a minimum in public, although when I hear someone cough I do pee a little.
For all of those reading this with no understanding of sarcasm you can relax and stop judging me, I am kidding.
I just feel as though people are taking this way too seriously. There is, of course, some reason to be concerned. But this is the same for all new strains of a disease and hey guys guess what, people are still here. We have yet to become extinct despite years of religious intolerance, a hunger for war, a lack of available resources and an overall addiction to ignorance. So, I think we're going to make it through Miss Piggy coughing on someone. Just relax people. If you feel you're going to cry because of the intense pressure this is putting on you do the world a favor, dig a hole and stay there because you have a stress tolerance of negative 30 and are unfit for society.
Hope you enjoyed it. If not then stop reading and get over yourself
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
A loss is never forgotten, A love is never lost
Throughout our lives we all experience a loss of some kind. There are those of us who see very little of it, and the unlucky ones who experience more than they should ever have to. There are those who will tell us that there is an average number of deaths to be seen throughout ones life, but this could not be farther from the truth. No number of deaths, small or large, is ever going to be average.
The most difficult aspect of a loss is usually seen as letting the person go. However I feel that the true challenge is moving on once they have left. Of course I don't mean leaving them behind and living your life as if they were never a part of it; but rather finding a way to continue with your life even though a part of it is now missing. This is where we all reach that rope none of us can climb.
Something we all seem to overlook is the multitude of other people who are feeling our same pain.
When our friends leave us, they leave all of us. And it is through all of us that we can climb this metaphorical rope. When we become close to someone a part of their soul is intertwined with our own. And it is through this connection that we can feel so strongly about someone. When this person leaves us, their place in our soul is left behind and kept alive through us. Each of us holds a small part of this person, but not a whole. However when all of us whom they touched are together, the pieces of the puzzle are complete and it is as if they were never really gone.
To put this plainly, remembering alone only helps us remember a part of that person. Remembering together allows us to see them in their entirety. Together we will always be able to talk about the laughs shared, pains endured, lessons learned and trouble caused. As long as we are here to remember them, a person can never truly die. To all of you who have lost a loved one, a friend, or even someone you shared no more than one memory with. Remember that they will never truly die so long as you keep them alive in your heart.
The most difficult aspect of a loss is usually seen as letting the person go. However I feel that the true challenge is moving on once they have left. Of course I don't mean leaving them behind and living your life as if they were never a part of it; but rather finding a way to continue with your life even though a part of it is now missing. This is where we all reach that rope none of us can climb.
Something we all seem to overlook is the multitude of other people who are feeling our same pain.
When our friends leave us, they leave all of us. And it is through all of us that we can climb this metaphorical rope. When we become close to someone a part of their soul is intertwined with our own. And it is through this connection that we can feel so strongly about someone. When this person leaves us, their place in our soul is left behind and kept alive through us. Each of us holds a small part of this person, but not a whole. However when all of us whom they touched are together, the pieces of the puzzle are complete and it is as if they were never really gone.
To put this plainly, remembering alone only helps us remember a part of that person. Remembering together allows us to see them in their entirety. Together we will always be able to talk about the laughs shared, pains endured, lessons learned and trouble caused. As long as we are here to remember them, a person can never truly die. To all of you who have lost a loved one, a friend, or even someone you shared no more than one memory with. Remember that they will never truly die so long as you keep them alive in your heart.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
There are a lot of regrets that people carry with them for, in some cases, the entirety of their lives. I am not saying that everything should be shared with the world; however living with the knowledge that you are responsible for something and not doing anything to fix it can be fatal. In some cases you may even be wrong. How great would that be? Then there are the people who are very much responsible for their regrets, guilt etc. Screw you guys, you dug your hole. Now grab a latter, climb out and join the rest of us in pretending there's nothing wrong. Then there are those of us who are not responsible for the burden we carry, are aware of this, and still carry it. For us, we have two options. Suck it up and smile, or make the world feel bad for us and thrive off of the pity thrown at our feet. Personally, I feel the former is a much safer approach. Then you don't have to deal with the whole 'self-pity isn't healthy' thing. No, heroine is not healthy. Self-pity is a result of too much attention and the need for more, or the complete and total non-existence of said attention.
Recently I had become aware of a situation where I was nothing more than an observer. By this I mean that I was not involved in what was happening and any issues I had were secondary at most. The situation continued and I became increasingly aware that even though I was not directly effected, someone very close to me was. So I decided to rethink my involvement. This was the moment in my life where i stood up and realized that I was doing something terrible, with the best intentions. Intentions that at the moment, I felt were justifiable and there would be no argument from the other end.
Isn't it funny how even though sometimes you can be one hundred and ten percent sure about something and still get dirt kicked in your face. Just like having a pair of aces on the table and just as you begin to float away, a second pair of twos are set down and your luxury flight becomes that unlucky duck hit by the very lucky hunter. Isn't life just one big great slap in the face.
Ehem, so before I so rudely interrupted myself with a tangent none of us really needed to hear. I was saying that the intentions I had laid before myself were being pillaged and raped by the reactions of the person I had set out to liberate from their unknown situation of badness. In the end, my decision led me to crash and burn and ultimately lose a good friend. Although for the moment it is just one, I fear that after some time has lapsed, there will be more.
So I write this in warning for all you impulsive people. Doing the right thing is always bad. When you get the urge to do good. Slap yourself, and smoke weed.
Recently I had become aware of a situation where I was nothing more than an observer. By this I mean that I was not involved in what was happening and any issues I had were secondary at most. The situation continued and I became increasingly aware that even though I was not directly effected, someone very close to me was. So I decided to rethink my involvement. This was the moment in my life where i stood up and realized that I was doing something terrible, with the best intentions. Intentions that at the moment, I felt were justifiable and there would be no argument from the other end.
Isn't it funny how even though sometimes you can be one hundred and ten percent sure about something and still get dirt kicked in your face. Just like having a pair of aces on the table and just as you begin to float away, a second pair of twos are set down and your luxury flight becomes that unlucky duck hit by the very lucky hunter. Isn't life just one big great slap in the face.
Ehem, so before I so rudely interrupted myself with a tangent none of us really needed to hear. I was saying that the intentions I had laid before myself were being pillaged and raped by the reactions of the person I had set out to liberate from their unknown situation of badness. In the end, my decision led me to crash and burn and ultimately lose a good friend. Although for the moment it is just one, I fear that after some time has lapsed, there will be more.
So I write this in warning for all you impulsive people. Doing the right thing is always bad. When you get the urge to do good. Slap yourself, and smoke weed.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Whether they understand it or not each person has a set list of things they would like to accomplish in their life. This list is edited as time goes on, and eventually you are left with a document littered with check-marks and scribbles, or for those of us with class; white-out. However despite the editing the basic flow never really changes. There are the pipe-dreams, the obvious, the hopes, and of course the 'avoid at all costs'. Being as young as I am the final print of my list has yet to even be drafted. However I have a few things looming around my hope column. One, as I am sure you could have discovered on your own by now, would be to get published one day. I am not exactly trying with all my heart to accomplish that goal seeing as how very little of my writing is finished, even these posts that I leave for you are incomplete. I just write until i start pulling at my hair and gnawing on my arms and legs, and once I draw blood I publish the post. So at this point my writing is not so much to further myself but more to keep myself from becoming deformed, any more than already.
But I always find it interesting to ask people about their dreams and such. The answers are occasionally interesting, although mostly they are just repetitive. An answer that I frequently encounter and one I have grown to hate considerably is; "I don't know, I don't think about these things." ....... This is normally the part where I turn several shades of red and proceed to beat the person in question unmercifully with a phone book, in my head of course.
I suppose it's just me, but I truly believe that a person should have some idea of what they want to establish in their life time. I mean yeah, there are those hidden talents that we don't discover until later on in life, but it's not like everything we do as children and teenagers just leaves us once we enter the real world. Right?
What if, for arguments sake we said that the previous statement was true. How could anyone be productive or successful. We don't just leave college and say, alright time to acquire some skills. What we do is a result of who we are, these things don't just appear. These things are given to us, for the most part, at birth. So stop being nearsighted assholes. Look somewhat to the future, because there's nothing to see in the present that can't be seen in the past.
So for all of you who believe I may some day ask you this question. Think about it. Because the next time I receive an "I don't know" I may very well be carrying a phone book.
But I always find it interesting to ask people about their dreams and such. The answers are occasionally interesting, although mostly they are just repetitive. An answer that I frequently encounter and one I have grown to hate considerably is; "I don't know, I don't think about these things." ....... This is normally the part where I turn several shades of red and proceed to beat the person in question unmercifully with a phone book, in my head of course.
I suppose it's just me, but I truly believe that a person should have some idea of what they want to establish in their life time. I mean yeah, there are those hidden talents that we don't discover until later on in life, but it's not like everything we do as children and teenagers just leaves us once we enter the real world. Right?
What if, for arguments sake we said that the previous statement was true. How could anyone be productive or successful. We don't just leave college and say, alright time to acquire some skills. What we do is a result of who we are, these things don't just appear. These things are given to us, for the most part, at birth. So stop being nearsighted assholes. Look somewhat to the future, because there's nothing to see in the present that can't be seen in the past.
So for all of you who believe I may some day ask you this question. Think about it. Because the next time I receive an "I don't know" I may very well be carrying a phone book.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Inner strength has always been a tell tale sign of a true hero. Of course there are those who think that a hero is someone with a gun, gigantic muscles and the desire to shoot and punch anything within range. And although some of these things might be helpful in a heroic situation, i am speaking on a more profound level. And the previous description doesn't really make it much farther than the surface.
I would define a hero as someone who restores hope to a people. I would say someone children want to grow up to be, but in most cases that is usually a princess or a super spy. So no. Although princess's are really hot. And super spy's, well they're cool. but since neither are real in the way we and Hollywood portray them, they don't really help express my point.
So I would say that a true hero is someone more towards the Martin Luther King Jr. area. Or Gandhi. Not the one that lives in North Andover and hangs out with me, the skinny, peaceful one with glasses.
These people are able to stand in the face of hatred and fear and say no. They provided a voice to the silenced. They truly believed that no matter what was done to them or their people, no matter what happened, they were still victorious in their efforts. And that is what made them heroes.
Now Play some of that inspirational yet climactic montage music and read that part again. it really portrays it nicely.
This post really doesn't have a point, but it was saved in my drafts and I and against the deleting of ideas. So enjoy my trash. And as always, if you don't like it, don't read it. If I was doing this for you every post would just be a giant picture of you wearing a helmet and licking windows.
I would define a hero as someone who restores hope to a people. I would say someone children want to grow up to be, but in most cases that is usually a princess or a super spy. So no. Although princess's are really hot. And super spy's, well they're cool. but since neither are real in the way we and Hollywood portray them, they don't really help express my point.
So I would say that a true hero is someone more towards the Martin Luther King Jr. area. Or Gandhi. Not the one that lives in North Andover and hangs out with me, the skinny, peaceful one with glasses.
These people are able to stand in the face of hatred and fear and say no. They provided a voice to the silenced. They truly believed that no matter what was done to them or their people, no matter what happened, they were still victorious in their efforts. And that is what made them heroes.
Now Play some of that inspirational yet climactic montage music and read that part again. it really portrays it nicely.
This post really doesn't have a point, but it was saved in my drafts and I and against the deleting of ideas. So enjoy my trash. And as always, if you don't like it, don't read it. If I was doing this for you every post would just be a giant picture of you wearing a helmet and licking windows.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I have decided to continue writing the angry letters due to the various forms of enjoyment expressed to me from my readers. However today I am going to mix it up a bit. On the drive home from work today I was thinking about a different form of letter I have been thinking about writing. It is completely serious and I promise not to make any cynical or sarcastic comments throughout the letter. This is something i take very seriously. If you will, use your imagination and read the letter as if it were being read by a young girl. For the effect to make sense. I hope you enjoy it.
Dear Santa,
I know it isn't Christmas time yet but since I have been good all year I was thinking it would be OK for me to write to you now. I know I ask for presents every year and I know you try really hard to make them for me and all the other children with the elves. But this year I want something else. And I want you to read this letter first before everyone else's because it's a tuffy. I am really scared Santa and I know that if anyone can help me it's you.
Mommy and Daddy fight all the time and I think you should fix that first. Mommy says that if Mr. Obamma becomes president that we wont be able to live in our house anymore cuz he wants too much money from us. But daddy says that if Mr. Mccain becomes the president that he will lose his job to the 'Wet Backs'. I don't know who they are but I don't like it when daddy talks about them. Today mommy told me that daddy was going to live with Uncle Mike for a while because him and mommy had a fight and Uncle Mike was gunna make things better. I know that she wasn't telling the truth cuz she was crying, and mommy fibs when she cries.
I don't know what to do Santa. Mommy says we can't go to the park a lot cuz it's too expensive to drive. And daddy wont play with me at Uncle Mikes cuz he has to do work at home now too. He said his boss didn't have enough money for all of Daddy's work friends, so daddy is doing their work for them to save his boss some money. Santa mommy and daddy haven't been very nice to each other. they keep telling me everything will be OK, but I can hear mommy crying at night. And daddy drinks his smelly juice more than he used to. He yells at mommy over the phone a lot, and yesterday he yelled at me too. Santa I didn't want to cry when daddy yelled but i had to. So Santa what I really want for Christmas this year is this. I want you to make mommy and daddy happy again. So first you have to make daddy's job easier and give his friends their jobs back. then you have to tell Mr. Obamma that mommy and daddy cant afford to pay for his taxes. And then you need to tell Mr. Mccain that those people with wet backs that daddy doesn't like, can't have his job and Mr. Mccain needs to make them go back to their homes. And finally you have to make mommy's car not spend so much gas when we drive, or you could make the gas people ask for less money.
Santa all these people are making mommy and daddy not happy and I don't like it. So will you please help me Santa. I don't want mommy and daddy to fight anymore. Can you make all these bad things go away so my parents will love me again?
Love, Hope
Dear Santa,
I know it isn't Christmas time yet but since I have been good all year I was thinking it would be OK for me to write to you now. I know I ask for presents every year and I know you try really hard to make them for me and all the other children with the elves. But this year I want something else. And I want you to read this letter first before everyone else's because it's a tuffy. I am really scared Santa and I know that if anyone can help me it's you.
Mommy and Daddy fight all the time and I think you should fix that first. Mommy says that if Mr. Obamma becomes president that we wont be able to live in our house anymore cuz he wants too much money from us. But daddy says that if Mr. Mccain becomes the president that he will lose his job to the 'Wet Backs'. I don't know who they are but I don't like it when daddy talks about them. Today mommy told me that daddy was going to live with Uncle Mike for a while because him and mommy had a fight and Uncle Mike was gunna make things better. I know that she wasn't telling the truth cuz she was crying, and mommy fibs when she cries.
I don't know what to do Santa. Mommy says we can't go to the park a lot cuz it's too expensive to drive. And daddy wont play with me at Uncle Mikes cuz he has to do work at home now too. He said his boss didn't have enough money for all of Daddy's work friends, so daddy is doing their work for them to save his boss some money. Santa mommy and daddy haven't been very nice to each other. they keep telling me everything will be OK, but I can hear mommy crying at night. And daddy drinks his smelly juice more than he used to. He yells at mommy over the phone a lot, and yesterday he yelled at me too. Santa I didn't want to cry when daddy yelled but i had to. So Santa what I really want for Christmas this year is this. I want you to make mommy and daddy happy again. So first you have to make daddy's job easier and give his friends their jobs back. then you have to tell Mr. Obamma that mommy and daddy cant afford to pay for his taxes. And then you need to tell Mr. Mccain that those people with wet backs that daddy doesn't like, can't have his job and Mr. Mccain needs to make them go back to their homes. And finally you have to make mommy's car not spend so much gas when we drive, or you could make the gas people ask for less money.
Santa all these people are making mommy and daddy not happy and I don't like it. So will you please help me Santa. I don't want mommy and daddy to fight anymore. Can you make all these bad things go away so my parents will love me again?
Love, Hope
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Shameful
For all of you out there sitting at home ready and willing to just drop Tom Brady and move on to Matt Cassell like the sheep you are, I have something to say to you. May death come swiftly. For you are turning your backs on the next messiah. You are leaving behind your faith, your hope and your love for all that is good in this world. And trust me, when this world goes to shit and goes descends from heaven to tell us that only those faithful to the all powerful TB will be accepted, you wont be so eager to turn your backs then, will you sheep? But know this my conformist friends, Every morning our great leader wakes up to the sounds of angels singing, drinks the blood of his enemies and eats pure awesome. But that is not all, his morning constitution is composed of the chemical equivalent of...... what other teams are made of. You may now see him as that guy who used to be the greatest quarter back that ever lived. But you my friends, are wrong. And remember, no matter what happens, no matter what you think and no matter what you see. When the time comes for us to be delivered to our maker, Those of us loyal to the divine Tom Brady will be rewarded, and you... sheep will be lost to the void. Do not forget these words. Sheep.
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