Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Malus Memorium

We all have bad memories.

Decisions we made that we regret, or if not regret then wish we had chosen differently.

We all have had awful tastes in our mouths... felt dirty, unclean.

We've all said or done something that hurt someone... whether intended or not.

We've all had things said or done to us which rend us, make us weep.  Events which crushed our spirits, broke our hearts, traumatized us.  Sometimes, we weren't on the receiving end of these things... and that can be so much worse.

These all live in our memories.  They define us, along with the good.  So don't throw out the bad memories.  Keep them locked away for a time, until the pain has dulled somewhat.  Remember them, along side the happy times.  Do not dwell on them, but learn.  The ugly truths are what make life so much more beautiful.  Cherish the good times, because they are worth living for, alongside the bad.

Tempus Fugit.  Memento Mori.  Macto Vita.

Merry Christmas, Dear Reader.  And to all, a good night.
(cliche, but appropriate I think.)

Love always,
The Legendary Fool

Friday, November 2, 2012

Even in my dreams, I can't get the girl.

Weirdest dream to date.  Don't remember much, but I didn't get the girl.  Douchebag brain is at it again!  I'll show that subconscious fool what for, and prove him wrong yet.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Clarity

It being Halloween, and with politics pretty much dominating the media, I thought I'd post about another scary topic: Religion.  (Queue lightning, dramatic organ, etc.) **Everything I write here is my opinion, unless it's backed by fact, so suck it**

Those of you dear readers who know me personally have probably heard, overheard, or guessed that I'm a closet atheist, with or without knowing how I define being a closet atheist.  I felt this needed some clarity, and given some of the recent events in my life I also felt I needed to cut the bullshit, stop joking, and be serious for a few moments.  Explain myself, as it were.  So here it goes.

When I said I was a closet atheist, what I really meant was this... I wanted to believe in a benevolent God, but couldn't.  Whether or not there was a God wasn't the question, it was why does God deserve my worship, my faith.  I was more of a Deist... that is, I believed in a hands off, clockwork universe.  God created the universe, set it into motion, laid down the laws of physics, gave us the abilities we needed to thrive in our universe, and... left.  Or stayed, and watched.  Either way, He was an absentee landlord.  Miracles?  Statistics.  Divine knowledge?  Hallucination.

I am of the opinion that if you are able to prevent evil, but don't, then you are just as responsible for that evil.  Does God want to prevent evil, but can't?  Then he is not all powerful.  Is he able to, but doesn't want to?  Then he is not benevolent.  So willing and unable, good for Him.  Able but unwilling?  Why worship Him?  And really, that's as far as I took it.  That's as far as I COULD take it, back then.  I wanted to believe, I wanted to belong and be loved, and I wanted an afterlife.  I just couldn't make that connection.

It was only recently, over the last few months, that I realized how prideful I was being.  The last year has been one of great trials, and more importantly of great understanding.  So let's move on from what was, and notice what is.

I realized something.  Things... stopped mattering.  Things I lived for, things that made life worth living, made life meaningful... had no meaning themselves.  So I moved on.  I realized what DID matter.  I realized WHO mattered... and realized just how prideful I was being.  I DESERVED a good job because I was me, because I earned it just by living.  I DESERVED love, because I loved.  It was not an epiphany moment, but a slow realization.  It was very humbling, and not a little depressing.  To go for so long believing that you were right, that you were good... then realize how shitty you really are.  Then I heard something that made a click.

As it turns out, God doesn't need you to know he exists.  I knew that, I just didn't realize it.  In fact, what makes Him so wonderful is that I KNOW he can't exist, but still believe that He does.  It's an abstract concept, but bear with me.

I know that rainbows are just light radiated from the fusion reaction refracting through water molecules in the air to create an optical illusion... but that makes them no less beautiful, and no less romantic.  I know what rain is, and how it happens, but I'm no less awed by it.  In fact, this was the epiphany moment.  I found myself at peace, and when I did, I was able to see.  A single rain drop made my heart fill with unadulterated, stupid joy.  It was wonderful.  It was simple.  It was a little thing, that meant so much.

I am imperfect.  I've known that, I've just never accepted that.  God doesn't care, and again, I've known that, and I've accepted that.  I felt that I could do everything without God or anybody else.  I empowered myself, lived in the moment, and was left hollow for it.  I hit rock bottom in that mindset, and had nothing left but me.  It was a wonderful gift.  It gave me peace.

A lot of people talk about giving things up to God.  It's good advice, but I think it needs a little more... clarity.  God helps those who help themselves... so do everything you can to help yourself.  When you are done, give what is left to Him.  Don't spend your energy worrying.

A friend told me a few years ago a wonderful tale, probably originating from the Cherokee, but I could be wrong as there are many similar stories.  It went something like this...
An old man is teaching his grandson about life.  "A fight is going on inside me, a terrible fight between two wolves.  One is evil, he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greet, self pity, guilt, resentment, pride, and ego.  The other is good, he is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, benevolence, empathy, compassion, and faith.  The same fight is going on inside you, and every other person."
The grandson thought for a few moments and finally asked, "Grandfather, which wolf will win?"
Grandfather replied, "The one you feed."

It took me a long time to realize which wolf I should be feeding, because the tale fails to mention that both wolves look identical, and both promise you the same thing.  I still struggle with pride, among other things.  I still don't let many people in.  But I've found a new peace.  Loving, and expecting nothing in return.  Living, and doing good work, regardless of payoff.  Having faith... even when I don't believe.  I noticed something else the other day.  I don't run my mouth nearly as much as I used to.  I like this me a lot more.

Thanks for listening to the end.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Another trip, just as strange

Dear reader.  I have failed you.

Between work, work, and work, I've not made the time to update.  For that, I am not sorry.  I am regretful it could not have been better, circumstances had been more fortunate, but alas, they were not.

Speaking of work.  Six jobs in six months.  GO ME!  Landed a sweet job, got laid off.  Worked at a bank, got laid off.  So now I sell guns.  For minimum wage.  FML.

Still, there are far worse jobs.  I'm a glorified sales position.  I face death every time the door opens.  Speaking of which, just the other day, a lady walked up to the counter with some holsters.  Next thing I know, she's pulling her fully loaded, no safety firearm out of her concealed holster.  No warnings.  No "i'm going to take out my gun and try these" (which, by the way, we don't allow).  She was about one twitch away from three 45 caliber holes in her fucking face.

I've never killed anyone before.  Hell, I've never even been in a fight that didn't end almost immediately.  It's sobering to know that I'm not afraid to pull my gun and shoot someone if I have to, but holy shit.  I almost killed a person.  Fuck, only reason she's alive is I was faster than her.  By the time she was out of her holster I had my gun out and safety off.  Of the thirty thousand things going on in my mind, the one thing that stopped me was "if that points at me or anyone but the floor, she's dead.  If that MOVES TOWARD me or anyone, she's dead".  So she drops the mag, ejects the LIVE FUCKING ROUND onto the floor, and I put mine away.  She then has the gall to go "so will these fit my gun?" To which I reply "mam, you just pulled a loaded fire arm in my lobby.  I almost shot you.  Your firearm needs to remain holstered unless you are in the range or need arises.  If a cop had seen that, you would have your permit revoked."  Know what she said?

"Oh... okay.  So will these fit then?"  Like I just told her her jeans were too tight.

Fuck you lady.  Fuck you to death.

Minimum wage?  I think I'm underpaid.





So, for my next post... RELIGION!  :D

Monday, April 16, 2012

Oh, and about the story...

It'll have to wait.  SUSPENSE!  Actually it probably won't happen.  CLIFF HANGER!

Fate. Feh.

It's one of the days where I just straight up feel useless.  No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I struggle, today is a day that makes me feel pointless.

Screw em all.  I am me.

Tomorrow will be a grand day.

On a slightly lighter note, I am enjoying my new job... for the most part.  Today was one of the days that just straight up sucked.  Still, I'm learning, and picking it up pretty quick (for having never done anything like this, which I think my boss keeps forgetting...)  Soon I'll be able to move out, start going back to school, and who knows.  Maybe I'll meet someone along the way.

Fate?  Feh.  I am me because I choose to be.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

A lot has changed

A good long while ago, one of my good friends started a little fiction experiment.  It was a neat read, and kinda fun to brainstorm and toss around ideas, but as with most things, fell to the wayside in lieu of those "important" things like "work" or "girls" or "friends"... whatever the hell those are.

Anyway, point is, I fully intend to steal the shit out of his idea and start my own little fiction experiment.  Nerd warning:  this is a World of Warcraft setting.  It will have pictures.  There will be comedy.  It might be totally lame.  OR COMPLETELY AWESOME!  But probably totally lame.

So we'll see where it goes.  IF it goes.

It all begins about seven years ago with an up and coming Night Elf who one day would just... fade away... (meta joke there.  Did you get it?)