We as humans have this standard believe, a personal set of ideals of who we are. These ideals change almost daily and can be influenced by many things: social, economic, religious and yes even sexual. (I'll give you a second to absorb that.) However, there is a few set of things we all possess that is set, the basis of our own identity. While some are simple in nature and concept, there other that are complex and vast. I never told anyone about my own personal thoughts and beliefs. Don't be too shocked at it.
1. Happy endings are for the foolishly over-romantic.
I always go for the ending where the hero rides off into the sunset with the woman or gets that one kiss under the gazebo in the rain. I never believed that it is suppose to happen all the time. There going to be some tragedy. Besides if there is a happy ending for one, there usually an endless line of sad ones for others.
2. I always cheer for the bad guy in movies.
Call me the underdog, the cheer of the villain (cause I am one) and all but, even the bag guys needs something to look forward to. I mean the hero always gets the girl, saves the world. But what do we get? Well besides the awesome lines. Hannibal Lecter, Darth Vader, Tony Montana, Stewie Griffin...they all got the best, memorable lines. Even if they didn't save the day. Well except for Vader, but he a special case. I cheer when they blow up shit. Call me evil; you welcome.
3. I'm a realist by birth, cynic by nature.
I don't see the glass as half full or half empty. I look at it as someone been drinking out my damn glass and pass me the bottle of Jager. I never been one who is optimistic or pessimistic. There are qualities in each, but I'm a person who just sees it as real. I'm one who believes sometimes hope is the road that leads to disappointment. But, sometimes hope is all we have to make it by. Sometimes it's a study in contradiction, but never said that cynics are the most logical.
Well there shall be more about me later. Now...I need to do some other stuff. What...I don't know. Til then....
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
what is in a name...
When I decided to make this blog, I had to think about what I wanted to call it. Throughout the years of blog making, and it has been a few blogs I have written and created, I had each one describe an aspect or subject matter that is close to me. However, this one is more personal then the rest. Only because I learned that sometimes to stand against the waves of the world alone is always better to ride the tides of conformity.
My views and opinions, not matter how mundane they are usually sparks more anger than sometimes necessary; however, it is because many are so sensitive to world views, or blinded to the most simple of truths and have what I call the ostrich syndrome. Live your days with your head in the ground and so oblivious to everything. Which is in itself sad to say the least.
I figured that creating this "Stand against the waves" that I have a place where I can draw the line in the sand. I always been a person who was never the leader, nor was one who just followed others blindly. I was always the loner. Never leading anyone to the fates I was going to or the glories others didn't need to go. Call it selfish maybe - but it's more of a public service than anything. None needs to go where I walk. You may dirty your shoes which is an understatement. But, moreso, just don't think anyone is capable to relate or understand my mindset. So it's best that I do stand against all. Besides, one in a world of billions, your worlds will not be remembered and you in the end will not be missed. Just a thought.
SAW
My views and opinions, not matter how mundane they are usually sparks more anger than sometimes necessary; however, it is because many are so sensitive to world views, or blinded to the most simple of truths and have what I call the ostrich syndrome. Live your days with your head in the ground and so oblivious to everything. Which is in itself sad to say the least.
I figured that creating this "Stand against the waves" that I have a place where I can draw the line in the sand. I always been a person who was never the leader, nor was one who just followed others blindly. I was always the loner. Never leading anyone to the fates I was going to or the glories others didn't need to go. Call it selfish maybe - but it's more of a public service than anything. None needs to go where I walk. You may dirty your shoes which is an understatement. But, moreso, just don't think anyone is capable to relate or understand my mindset. So it's best that I do stand against all. Besides, one in a world of billions, your worlds will not be remembered and you in the end will not be missed. Just a thought.
SAW
Saturday, October 16, 2010
How funny some people can be...
I just had to share this little semi-adventure with my people. If most follow my facebook (and if you don't shame on you!) I left something about some teenagers who were just in a nice car (probably one's parent) playing some Lil Jon (good taste for them anyway) those folks probably probably juniors or seniors in some prep school yelling out "Where your hood at, where you hood at?" I had to snicker and laugh as I passed by. And one had to go out and ask me where my hood at? I just stopped and I asked where theirs at and they replied and I just snickered and kept walking. Listen to all you preppies trying to find your hoodness and street cred: rule #1 If you live in a gated community and an on-site golf course, you are not hood and never will be! rule #2 If the police can be at your area in less than 5 minutes to get a cat out the tree, you are not hood.
I had to go and think for a second, what would happen if those fools really went to a real hood and get some real hoodness. Let's take them to some of the tough places:
Orange Mound in Memphis - they wouldn't last 5 minutes; car gets jacked money get stole girlfriends get hoed out.
7th Ward New Orleans - Not even going to say it. They get the hell beat out of them and throw in some swamp never to be seen again and them they go get some gumbo with the money they snatched from the poor saps.
Highland Hills (Dallas Texas) - My homie Jason can attest to this. If you got a hood so rough that the public bus system will stop 2 streets and turn around and say if you going down this area you walking, what you think 3 prep boys driving a Benz will get as a reception. A few chop-shops will be getting new parts. And a 4th grader there will snatch the Benz emblem and make a neck piece out of it.
Pick a place in Houston. 3rd Ward (shout out to my Cartel fam at TSU I miss ya fools) 5th Ward, A-leaf, South Park - really do they wanna go there and shout out what's your hood? When you see kids on big wheels with spinners you in the hood. You getting jumped near Yates High School by a few toddlers and they going to French's Chicken for a free meal - courtesy of you.
and let's not talk bout chicken. Let them come to Morton. yes even here they will get bumrushed. Don't let the chicken plan fool you those chickens go hard. When you go a school with razor wire. This is hood! Welcome to Kingland baby this is how it's done. Da Bottom folks will just rob you in broad daylight and laugh. Really now golf course folks gets throw into the chicken trucks...
Now really what's my hood? I am my hood...now gimme your allowance and car. I'm heading down I-45 to H-town for some French's Chicken. I can drop those folks at Pleasant Grove and let them yell out I'm hood in Da Grove...that be funny.
SAW
I had to go and think for a second, what would happen if those fools really went to a real hood and get some real hoodness. Let's take them to some of the tough places:
Orange Mound in Memphis - they wouldn't last 5 minutes; car gets jacked money get stole girlfriends get hoed out.
7th Ward New Orleans - Not even going to say it. They get the hell beat out of them and throw in some swamp never to be seen again and them they go get some gumbo with the money they snatched from the poor saps.
Highland Hills (Dallas Texas) - My homie Jason can attest to this. If you got a hood so rough that the public bus system will stop 2 streets and turn around and say if you going down this area you walking, what you think 3 prep boys driving a Benz will get as a reception. A few chop-shops will be getting new parts. And a 4th grader there will snatch the Benz emblem and make a neck piece out of it.
Pick a place in Houston. 3rd Ward (shout out to my Cartel fam at TSU I miss ya fools) 5th Ward, A-leaf, South Park - really do they wanna go there and shout out what's your hood? When you see kids on big wheels with spinners you in the hood. You getting jumped near Yates High School by a few toddlers and they going to French's Chicken for a free meal - courtesy of you.
and let's not talk bout chicken. Let them come to Morton. yes even here they will get bumrushed. Don't let the chicken plan fool you those chickens go hard. When you go a school with razor wire. This is hood! Welcome to Kingland baby this is how it's done. Da Bottom folks will just rob you in broad daylight and laugh. Really now golf course folks gets throw into the chicken trucks...
Now really what's my hood? I am my hood...now gimme your allowance and car. I'm heading down I-45 to H-town for some French's Chicken. I can drop those folks at Pleasant Grove and let them yell out I'm hood in Da Grove...that be funny.
SAW
Friday, October 8, 2010
Words of comfort can sometimes be too hurtful
We as humans know the power of words. They can inspire, condemn, give us strength or sometimes give us grief. But, there just some words and should I say parables and tidbits of wisdom that do the opposite of its intent; in short it just annoys many or it can be just me. Maybe, it is just my cynical nature to be as such. Which does make it the proper course of action; when I usually hear these anti-soothing words, I usually get into sarcastic mode or just really cold factor 666 and speak such a retort that well not many would want to say anything consoling. And here, my people, are pretty much the trash de la trash that just makes me want to strangle the person who not only said it to me but the moron who conjured up the words of vile false comfort. Prepare for vileness of remarks that will cause most eyes to bleed in fear…
(3) If you love someone, set them free. If they come back it is meant to be.
Really, you kidding me with this one right? No I will keep them incarcerated in my love prison. If I put this much time and effort in just to let them go. And furthermore, if they don’t come back then what? It was a total depletion of time, money and mental necessity that I could be spending on strippers and beer. It’s not meant to be so thank you for killing x amount of months trying to see if this was something that will last. Thank you for playing, we have some lovely parting gifts and an invitation to the ex and the new love interest’s wedding. We are registered at Bridezilla-Groom. And what happens by some grace of divine intervention (and constant begging maybe) they do come back. Yeah it’s meant to be but you will have that lingering amount of doubt. What happens if they get a wild hair and need to leave again? I say let their ass go and keep them gone. Cause if they have to leave in the first place it’s pretty much a done deal and grab the remote and watch your shows you wish to watch. If they love you they will stay if not then they never cared to begin with. To hell with them and don’t let the door hit you where the rat should have bit you.
(2) Don’t worry it’s their loss.
You know how many times, I wish I can take those words and hang myself with them. I want to ask those folks, really I lost. So why do I feel like the loser. And the winner which is them, feel they made out like a bandit doing whatever and not worry about it. Yeah their loss, while your ex-boyfriend or husband is balls deep in some woman or your ex-girlfriend or wife is getting balled deep by some stud that is pretty much better than you. Let’s face it if they wasn’t you would sure as hell not be in the situation you at; probably mad, asking a billion questions playing the eternal “what if” game; while they are flaunting their newfound freedom with a new love or sex toy underneath their arm. So who is the loser here in this contest of amore? And the grand prize…the loss of your own dignity and self-worth because it’s been walk over by someone who feel you are free tennis racket prize that Bob Barker gave you and you wanting the new car – noone gives a damn. Their loss…HA! No it’s not their loss it ours for believing such hogwash words like this. Excuse me while I go vomit up least years Thanksgiving dinner.
So I wonder how many of you at home players can see the pattern that is being created by this blog entry. Yes, there is a method to my madness and sadly, few can even comprehend it. Even fewer can relate. But, for those who can understand this and have any grasp of how I can probably feel, then my hats out to you. Welcome to the true cynical world of me. Have a drink and read the finally piece of de-comforting sentiment:
(1) It is better to have love and loss than not to have loved at all.
Those 15 words have about as much meaning and sense as a fire engine with gasoline instead of water. Where does it say in the handbook of love that it is good to have something in your hand and snatched away? So it’s good to enjoy it for a while and poof not there. It’s about as logical as having a free meal from a five-star restaurant with the best in wines only to be taken away after one sip and one bite. Oh yeah it’s nice to savor it but you don’t need to enjoy it for something long lasting. What a load of bovine fecal matter…oh wait let me call it like it is…BULLSHIT!!!! I don’t buy that. It’s about good to never have it because then you don’t know what you miss or loss on. The emotions and feelings will not be as potent or as painful. Yeah many can say it will be just practice for the next one to come along. However, for some this could be it for them, what of them? And those who are too bitter and angry to even take a chance? I swear. I would gorilla punch someone who told me after a breakup that was not my fault. I think the phrase should go as thus: “It is not good to have love and lose it and better to not have it snatched after obtained.” You don’t want to have a million dollars only to be taken away before you can even spend it on cheap liquor, hookers and blow right?
So now my people, the lesson for today is to watch your words in what you say as comfort. Hell don’t even say any words a hug a baseball bat and an alibi works wonders. Just remember watch what you say next time and maybe you won’t have a pot of hot grits coming in your direction.
SAW
(3) If you love someone, set them free. If they come back it is meant to be.
Really, you kidding me with this one right? No I will keep them incarcerated in my love prison. If I put this much time and effort in just to let them go. And furthermore, if they don’t come back then what? It was a total depletion of time, money and mental necessity that I could be spending on strippers and beer. It’s not meant to be so thank you for killing x amount of months trying to see if this was something that will last. Thank you for playing, we have some lovely parting gifts and an invitation to the ex and the new love interest’s wedding. We are registered at Bridezilla-Groom. And what happens by some grace of divine intervention (and constant begging maybe) they do come back. Yeah it’s meant to be but you will have that lingering amount of doubt. What happens if they get a wild hair and need to leave again? I say let their ass go and keep them gone. Cause if they have to leave in the first place it’s pretty much a done deal and grab the remote and watch your shows you wish to watch. If they love you they will stay if not then they never cared to begin with. To hell with them and don’t let the door hit you where the rat should have bit you.
(2) Don’t worry it’s their loss.
You know how many times, I wish I can take those words and hang myself with them. I want to ask those folks, really I lost. So why do I feel like the loser. And the winner which is them, feel they made out like a bandit doing whatever and not worry about it. Yeah their loss, while your ex-boyfriend or husband is balls deep in some woman or your ex-girlfriend or wife is getting balled deep by some stud that is pretty much better than you. Let’s face it if they wasn’t you would sure as hell not be in the situation you at; probably mad, asking a billion questions playing the eternal “what if” game; while they are flaunting their newfound freedom with a new love or sex toy underneath their arm. So who is the loser here in this contest of amore? And the grand prize…the loss of your own dignity and self-worth because it’s been walk over by someone who feel you are free tennis racket prize that Bob Barker gave you and you wanting the new car – noone gives a damn. Their loss…HA! No it’s not their loss it ours for believing such hogwash words like this. Excuse me while I go vomit up least years Thanksgiving dinner.
So I wonder how many of you at home players can see the pattern that is being created by this blog entry. Yes, there is a method to my madness and sadly, few can even comprehend it. Even fewer can relate. But, for those who can understand this and have any grasp of how I can probably feel, then my hats out to you. Welcome to the true cynical world of me. Have a drink and read the finally piece of de-comforting sentiment:
(1) It is better to have love and loss than not to have loved at all.
Those 15 words have about as much meaning and sense as a fire engine with gasoline instead of water. Where does it say in the handbook of love that it is good to have something in your hand and snatched away? So it’s good to enjoy it for a while and poof not there. It’s about as logical as having a free meal from a five-star restaurant with the best in wines only to be taken away after one sip and one bite. Oh yeah it’s nice to savor it but you don’t need to enjoy it for something long lasting. What a load of bovine fecal matter…oh wait let me call it like it is…BULLSHIT!!!! I don’t buy that. It’s about good to never have it because then you don’t know what you miss or loss on. The emotions and feelings will not be as potent or as painful. Yeah many can say it will be just practice for the next one to come along. However, for some this could be it for them, what of them? And those who are too bitter and angry to even take a chance? I swear. I would gorilla punch someone who told me after a breakup that was not my fault. I think the phrase should go as thus: “It is not good to have love and lose it and better to not have it snatched after obtained.” You don’t want to have a million dollars only to be taken away before you can even spend it on cheap liquor, hookers and blow right?
So now my people, the lesson for today is to watch your words in what you say as comfort. Hell don’t even say any words a hug a baseball bat and an alibi works wonders. Just remember watch what you say next time and maybe you won’t have a pot of hot grits coming in your direction.
SAW
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