Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Today i worked,
I worked, and i worked hard. Things were different at work.
I mean, it's the same machine, but ever since we took a break two weeks ago, I only come back to find a different way to look at it.

Actually, I lied, I look at it the same and it will always be the machine noted in my mind as the machine does not produce satisfactory copper for me, and that I'll never be able to get it right.

But no more complaining, at least I have somewhat of a job.

So, back to something meaningful:

As I sped home on the freeway today uttering the ever so familiar tunes "there's no place like home",
I couldn't help but to notice a speeding white off road type truck.
As I was driving, this white truck full of rowdy white guys.
Now what was wierd about this is:
As I was driving, the dude in the back seat, began to flip me off.
Now,I'm not the one to get mad about it or anyhting, but I was concerned, so I smiled, and gave them the peace sign.

But regardless of this I thought:
This brings up something that is so often viewed with the human nature:

As soon as something is done to us, and we feel as if we don't deserve it;
we automatically assessed all that we've done.

Ha, I was pulling into my driveway thinking about it, and I thought myself:
"what the hell did I do to deserve this?"

So, maybe the finger given to me was a good thing,
maybe i need to assess what i've done and what i've said.
I think everyone needs to do that.
So, maybe we all need some sort of the finger every once and a while.


This post sucked shit.

Cheers

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

comfort

where do i begin?
this is the first time i've done this,
taking my laptop outside with me while i migrate to my spot outside for my nightly smoke.

i may be crossing some of my own lines, but what the heck.
i've never done this before so, i guess it's passable.

i've been thinking a lot about traffic lately.
like actual traffic.
and it seems to me and my thinking that what traffic really is is this:
a mass amount of people trying to get home all at the same time.
now,
think of it.
you had a long day at work, your car smells because your mug of coffee has ran dry, leaving that certain stench that get's old after you made it in the early mornings, and quite frankly, the smell is only good if the coffee soothes your early morning wake up.
but aside from the coffee, you really just want to get home, sit down, maybe have a drink and relax.

now, after the countless times people cut you off o get the the same destination you desire, it really start to get on your nerves.
or at least it gets on mine.

so, you decide to hog the road, not letting people over, speeding up, and so on and so forth.

now, watt causes me to think my conclusion, could in fact, sound really stupid:
my whole out look on traffic is this:
it's cause by one's selfish desire.
cause quite frankly, you could be doing something else than fulfilling that mental slumber.
but, that's not my conclusion yet,

maybe if we all shared, it could ease everybody's hatred and bitterness against other drivers, or in fact people.

cause quite frankly, i am a driver, you are a driver, obama is a driver..drivers are people, like you and me.

so, nest time you are driving and hit traffic, think of the person that wants the same thing you do.

maybe selfishness is the root to traffic, or maybe it's not.
myabe selfishness is the root to most other peoples problems.

but what i believe, is that we are all, in some way, just the same as everybody else.

i don't know.
maybe,

give me a hoot and holler if you agree.

cheers

Monday, April 27, 2009

the only thing that i can really think about right now is this:

i have damn writers block.
but uh, here goes nothing:

dear david,
i hope to see you soon one day
i know you've traveled down paths
that i have heard of, much to my dismay
i saw you struggling on the couch
after enjoying the mundane things
i'm so sad to see you finally realize what a clean life brings

please come back to us
i haven't yes caught your whole story
i promise i'll listen
even if things get a little gory

all i'm asking god for is a little bit more time to spend with you
one year down, al you have left is two
so please stop by and tell me what you remember
even if it hurts
i'm listening, i'm here

so, if you care to come please sit by me
tell me all of the things in which you hope i'll never see

and if you pass,
well, i'll quite frankly remember you forever,
as the man who was so distant

cheers, i hope to see you soon.
i'd love to see you at a family party sometime