As a guy I have an utter and complete loss of words for how difficult you ladies can be. But on the other hand I am sure you all think that exact same thing. But being a guy I can only give you some bits and pieces of CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.
If you ask a girl on the street what she looks for in a guy she will give you one of these answers, if not all of them: good sense of humor; intelligent; caring; chivalrous; trustworthy and romantic. So riddle me this, why is it you are all out with Captain Hollywood Douche? Some of the smartest, funniest and romantic guys that I know are single and continuously shit on. And I am not talking about myself here, which would be conceited... though I am single. I am talking about great friends of mine who are friggin due for somebody who will love them as much as they love others.
In addition, I have a couple of ideas about the whole of dating. If you go out on a first date and you feel NOTHING, do everyone a favor and tell the other person. Why belabor the break up and pain of dating? It is horrid enough as it is without all the lies. On the other end of the gambit, if someone makes you smile when you are around them; if they give you a charge that you cannot explain in your body...hold on to that. Having a connection or a genuine spark is rare, so don't throw that away. That also means don't stay with a guy who treats you poorly and makes you frown or smile every ONCE in a while.
In short... don't let the jerks and Douchers of the world win...let the little guy who REALLY cares about you and would never, A) hit you or B) cheat on you, get the girl. Otherwise, the terrorists win.
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/274444873
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Anger Managemet.
This made my day...
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."
I politely said, "This is Molinak. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f-ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an a.sshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an a.sshole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'a.sshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an a.sshole!" and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale " sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW a.sshole, too.
I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
He said, "Yes, it is." I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax . It's a yellow rambler, and the car's parked right out in front."
I asked, "What's your name?"
He said, "My name is Don Hansen,"
I asked, "When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
He said, "I'm home every evening after five."
I said, "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
He said, "Yes?"
I said, "Don, you're an a.sshole!"
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two a.ssholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called a.sshole #1.
He said, "Hello."
I said, "You're an a.sshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
He asked, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah,"
He screamed, "Stop calling me,"
I said, "Make me,"
He asked, "Who are you?"
I said, "My name is Don Hansen."
He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?" I said, "A.sshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in castle rock , in a yellow rambler mobile home , I have a black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, a.sshole," and hung up.
Then I called A.sshole #2.
He said, "Hello?"
I said, "Hello, a.sshole,"
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
I said, "You'll what?"
He exclaimed, "I'll kick your a.ss,"
I answered, "Well, a.sshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in castle rock , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in castle rock . I quickly got into my car and headed over to Oaktree . I got there just in time to watch two a.ssholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really does work.
Edit: Just a story, I didn't do this. =)
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/274288773
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."
I politely said, "This is Molinak. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f-ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an a.sshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an a.sshole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'a.sshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an a.sshole!" and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale " sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW a.sshole, too.
I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
He said, "Yes, it is." I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax . It's a yellow rambler, and the car's parked right out in front."
I asked, "What's your name?"
He said, "My name is Don Hansen,"
I asked, "When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
He said, "I'm home every evening after five."
I said, "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
He said, "Yes?"
I said, "Don, you're an a.sshole!"
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two a.ssholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called a.sshole #1.
He said, "Hello."
I said, "You're an a.sshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
He asked, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah,"
He screamed, "Stop calling me,"
I said, "Make me,"
He asked, "Who are you?"
I said, "My name is Don Hansen."
He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?" I said, "A.sshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in castle rock , in a yellow rambler mobile home , I have a black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, a.sshole," and hung up.
Then I called A.sshole #2.
He said, "Hello?"
I said, "Hello, a.sshole,"
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
I said, "You'll what?"
He exclaimed, "I'll kick your a.ss,"
I answered, "Well, a.sshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in castle rock , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in castle rock . I quickly got into my car and headed over to Oaktree . I got there just in time to watch two a.ssholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really does work.
Edit: Just a story, I didn't do this. =)
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/274288773
I think I've figured out my problem...
Perhaps I'm selfless to the point of no return. At least that's what I somewhat realized on my own last night. It hurt too. I actually almost cried myself to sleep. And really, I have no one to blame but myself. People just come to me to hash out problems and that's fine. I don't mind lending an ear, supplying some advice, and or being a shoulder. It's just that when my friends come to confide in me, they expect some sort of reciprocation, and really, who's to blame them? After all these years of pushing them away and handling my problems on my own they must certainly think I've got my shit together, which is not the case.
It's not that I don't have friends I can go to because hell, I get shit for not confiding. It's not that I don't trust them because I do, with my life actually. The problem resides within me and not them. I think the only easy way of explaining this is comparing it to a therapist and patient relationship. It's almost isomorphic. There is no reciprocation going on. It's all one way and it's been that way for as long as I can remember. I'm flattered that people come to me and trust me. But you see, that trust seems to deteriorate when a patient finds out that their therapist needs a therapist of their own. Perhaps I'm afraid of losing that trust, which I shouldn't be because I don't do anything otherwise that would discredit it.
I'm the middleman therapist that's bombarded with other people's problems perhaps to the point that I don't allow myself to have any. That, and I just feel that my problems seem petty compared to others. That I shouldn't be whining and complaining about things because other people have it worse. I know that my friends care for me and would listen to anything I had to say, no matter how small it might be, it's just that I'm having trouble getting past the feeling of me, who's not supposed to complain about things. Which is why I pour everything that I'm feeling into here because it's the only place that I feel like I can call mine, for it's compiled of my thoughts and feelings. None of my friends know that I post here, well most of them don't. I don't want to share my thoughts and feelings because I would feel that they wouldn't be mine anymore and at this point it's all that I feel that I have. Now how messed up is that?
Fuck, I've got issues. It was never about me but maybe it should be from now on...
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/218364519
It's not that I don't have friends I can go to because hell, I get shit for not confiding. It's not that I don't trust them because I do, with my life actually. The problem resides within me and not them. I think the only easy way of explaining this is comparing it to a therapist and patient relationship. It's almost isomorphic. There is no reciprocation going on. It's all one way and it's been that way for as long as I can remember. I'm flattered that people come to me and trust me. But you see, that trust seems to deteriorate when a patient finds out that their therapist needs a therapist of their own. Perhaps I'm afraid of losing that trust, which I shouldn't be because I don't do anything otherwise that would discredit it.
I'm the middleman therapist that's bombarded with other people's problems perhaps to the point that I don't allow myself to have any. That, and I just feel that my problems seem petty compared to others. That I shouldn't be whining and complaining about things because other people have it worse. I know that my friends care for me and would listen to anything I had to say, no matter how small it might be, it's just that I'm having trouble getting past the feeling of me, who's not supposed to complain about things. Which is why I pour everything that I'm feeling into here because it's the only place that I feel like I can call mine, for it's compiled of my thoughts and feelings. None of my friends know that I post here, well most of them don't. I don't want to share my thoughts and feelings because I would feel that they wouldn't be mine anymore and at this point it's all that I feel that I have. Now how messed up is that?
Fuck, I've got issues. It was never about me but maybe it should be from now on...
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/218364519
Philosophical Thoughts...
"Desires are the cause of our miseries. Eliminate desires and you will eliminate misery..." --- Buddhist Philosophy
I think this is plausible on several levels. Most of the cases that I have thought about seems to be able to fit with this explanation. But something seems strange about eliminating a desire for knowledge. I know one can be in misery if they desire knowledge, for knowledge is something that is infinite and thus not attainable, and so we are left in a state of misery for we can never be able to grasp it. Perhaps these "desires" pertain to sensations rather than that of the mind. Perhaps, I'm not making sense here because it's hot....
With that said, I'm going to go drink my iced bottle water...
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/214867507
I think this is plausible on several levels. Most of the cases that I have thought about seems to be able to fit with this explanation. But something seems strange about eliminating a desire for knowledge. I know one can be in misery if they desire knowledge, for knowledge is something that is infinite and thus not attainable, and so we are left in a state of misery for we can never be able to grasp it. Perhaps these "desires" pertain to sensations rather than that of the mind. Perhaps, I'm not making sense here because it's hot....
With that said, I'm going to go drink my iced bottle water...
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/214867507
Thoughts on Relationships (Time and Distance)...
I know there are serveral ways of slicing and dicing up this topic, but I'm going to separate it into two meditations: gaps and nongaps (based on my own experiences).
The Gap
And no, I'm not talking about the clothing store.
I've surely have felt it among my friends, no matter how close I consider them to be. The time interval might be just for a week or even ten years or more. Nevertheless, there is that undescribable feeling that surges through your whole self as you see this person for the first time, in, whether it be a week or a decade. If you are like me, this feeling is rather uncomfortable. It's almost awkward to even be seeing each other again.
I always complain to a number of my friends, that I don't want to go this place or that place, because I'm bound to run into some annoying individual from the past. While I might have been able to tolerate them in my youthful days, it isn't so much the case now. There is that common courtesy of saying "Hi, how are you doing?" that is so masked by fakeness, when I do run into people. I always would think deep down to myself, "If I wanted you to know, wouldn't I have called you?... or vice versa..." Sure, they could have been busy because life moves at such a breakneck pace these days, but that's just me, a skeptic and cynic at heart, well, most of the times. And as I part ways by a hug or a handshake, out of formality, I am left wondering, "Well, that was pointless... chances are, I'm not going to see this person again nor is he/she going to call..." Sure, there's that curiousity factor. When one of my friends tells me that they saw so and so, I am bound to ask how they are doing, but it's only human to be curious.
Then there are those individuals that you wouldn't mind running into, as you wonder how they are; a former good friend, an old crush, or that special someone that made you laugh when you were down. For whatever reason (time, school, work), you aren't able to keep in contact and that relationship dissipates. But deep down in retrospect, you know that that relationship had that zest that made it standout among other relationships, maybe even to this day. It makes me wonder, what went wrong? Oh well...
Gaps can be good, especially when you want to get away from certain individual(s). Conversely, it can be kryptonite for those special relationships that you once had.
The Nongap
I'm lucky to have those few individuals in my life where this is evident, no matter what the circumstances may be, well so far that is. It just seems like whatever that may come between us, whether it be school, significant others, family, etc., a surprise visit or phone call seems to immediately gap that temporary distance. I have been thinking for longest on what it is about these relationships, where time and distance is not an issue, and well, all I have come up with is: chemistry
There are just some people you get along with. There is that mutual understanding, respect, and concern for one another, which I think, flourishes under chemistry. That's not to say that you only need chemistry, there are of course, other factors that I can't quite put my finger on. Although, in reflection, of all my current relationships, those that have sustained all have that chemistry factor in common.
Nongaps are great. I'm lucky to have a couple people in my life, where I feel no distance can be added, at least as corny as it sounds, spiritually. You know, when you can crack a lame joke and not feel stupid, yet that person will laugh at your stupidity, and you don't really care. So...
What do you call a cow with no legs?...
Ground beef!
Ha!... now that's what I'm talking about. Oh, come on, that was pretty funny. I know I know, I should stay in school. Oh well, just a thought...
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/213679260
The Gap
And no, I'm not talking about the clothing store.
I've surely have felt it among my friends, no matter how close I consider them to be. The time interval might be just for a week or even ten years or more. Nevertheless, there is that undescribable feeling that surges through your whole self as you see this person for the first time, in, whether it be a week or a decade. If you are like me, this feeling is rather uncomfortable. It's almost awkward to even be seeing each other again.
I always complain to a number of my friends, that I don't want to go this place or that place, because I'm bound to run into some annoying individual from the past. While I might have been able to tolerate them in my youthful days, it isn't so much the case now. There is that common courtesy of saying "Hi, how are you doing?" that is so masked by fakeness, when I do run into people. I always would think deep down to myself, "If I wanted you to know, wouldn't I have called you?... or vice versa..." Sure, they could have been busy because life moves at such a breakneck pace these days, but that's just me, a skeptic and cynic at heart, well, most of the times. And as I part ways by a hug or a handshake, out of formality, I am left wondering, "Well, that was pointless... chances are, I'm not going to see this person again nor is he/she going to call..." Sure, there's that curiousity factor. When one of my friends tells me that they saw so and so, I am bound to ask how they are doing, but it's only human to be curious.
Then there are those individuals that you wouldn't mind running into, as you wonder how they are; a former good friend, an old crush, or that special someone that made you laugh when you were down. For whatever reason (time, school, work), you aren't able to keep in contact and that relationship dissipates. But deep down in retrospect, you know that that relationship had that zest that made it standout among other relationships, maybe even to this day. It makes me wonder, what went wrong? Oh well...
Gaps can be good, especially when you want to get away from certain individual(s). Conversely, it can be kryptonite for those special relationships that you once had.
The Nongap
I'm lucky to have those few individuals in my life where this is evident, no matter what the circumstances may be, well so far that is. It just seems like whatever that may come between us, whether it be school, significant others, family, etc., a surprise visit or phone call seems to immediately gap that temporary distance. I have been thinking for longest on what it is about these relationships, where time and distance is not an issue, and well, all I have come up with is: chemistry
There are just some people you get along with. There is that mutual understanding, respect, and concern for one another, which I think, flourishes under chemistry. That's not to say that you only need chemistry, there are of course, other factors that I can't quite put my finger on. Although, in reflection, of all my current relationships, those that have sustained all have that chemistry factor in common.
Nongaps are great. I'm lucky to have a couple people in my life, where I feel no distance can be added, at least as corny as it sounds, spiritually. You know, when you can crack a lame joke and not feel stupid, yet that person will laugh at your stupidity, and you don't really care. So...
What do you call a cow with no legs?...
Ground beef!
Ha!... now that's what I'm talking about. Oh, come on, that was pretty funny. I know I know, I should stay in school. Oh well, just a thought...
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/213679260
Unique
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/206335581Unique
I have been called unique many times. I don't try to be. I'm beginning to think that it's really just a nicer way of saying that I'm weird. At least it sounds nicer. Anyhow, it's nice to be known as unique. I like the idea of being distinct from the crowd rather than being some carbon copy or sheep if you will.
But at the same time, being unique sets you apart from the crowd, literally, and it's a lonely place to be. There's no one that will quite be able to fully understand you, and by extension, there will be no one that will quite be able to fully be there for you. To share your thoughts and feelings among others would subject yourself to conceptualizing your thoughts and feelings onto a common wavelength for others to understand. I know this sounds arrogant and it probably is, but it's true. Somewhere in the conceptualizing process, the distinct features of your thoughts and feelings get lost because there just isn't words that can capture them and you are left feeling alone, at least I do.
A wise (now old) man once told me that the only person in this world that you should ever depend on is yourself. I know this. What this is all about is maybe I'm just tired of that, tired of being the only one there for me. I am really appreciative of the few that try and continue to try, I really am, and without them I would probably be worse off.
This is all spawning from my friend calling to my attention the reason why I may not be sleeping well. I told her I haven't been sleeping well for the last month or so. She loves her sleep and believes that there's nothing in this world that one should lose sleep over. She's tried to pry her way (which I'm thankful for) into why I haven't been sleeping well and the only reply I could give her is that there are a lot of things on my mind as of late. She's even tried alcohol to see if I would open up and tell her the real reasons. It's true though, there are so many things running in my mind right now, which makes it hard at the end of the day, to clear my head and lay down and have a good night's sleep.
On another note, Tapioca Express makes hella good ass Jasmine Teas with Pearls aka Bobas.
I have been called unique many times. I don't try to be. I'm beginning to think that it's really just a nicer way of saying that I'm weird. At least it sounds nicer. Anyhow, it's nice to be known as unique. I like the idea of being distinct from the crowd rather than being some carbon copy or sheep if you will.
But at the same time, being unique sets you apart from the crowd, literally, and it's a lonely place to be. There's no one that will quite be able to fully understand you, and by extension, there will be no one that will quite be able to fully be there for you. To share your thoughts and feelings among others would subject yourself to conceptualizing your thoughts and feelings onto a common wavelength for others to understand. I know this sounds arrogant and it probably is, but it's true. Somewhere in the conceptualizing process, the distinct features of your thoughts and feelings get lost because there just isn't words that can capture them and you are left feeling alone, at least I do.
A wise (now old) man once told me that the only person in this world that you should ever depend on is yourself. I know this. What this is all about is maybe I'm just tired of that, tired of being the only one there for me. I am really appreciative of the few that try and continue to try, I really am, and without them I would probably be worse off.
This is all spawning from my friend calling to my attention the reason why I may not be sleeping well. I told her I haven't been sleeping well for the last month or so. She loves her sleep and believes that there's nothing in this world that one should lose sleep over. She's tried to pry her way (which I'm thankful for) into why I haven't been sleeping well and the only reply I could give her is that there are a lot of things on my mind as of late. She's even tried alcohol to see if I would open up and tell her the real reasons. It's true though, there are so many things running in my mind right now, which makes it hard at the end of the day, to clear my head and lay down and have a good night's sleep.
On another note, Tapioca Express makes hella good ass Jasmine Teas with Pearls aka Bobas.
Fortune
I am whole, myself - but also one cell of the greater human entity. Each to a purpose, in pain, joy and hardship, indulgences, extreme reactionary swings - even in seeming chaos we grow.
I strive to guide myself - Discipline brings focus. Focus brings clarity. Clarity brings peace. Peace frees a human intelligence to surpass human instinct. Creativity is then released, bringing humanity to the next level of its adolescence. Yes- a pimply faced, squeaky voiced human potential, a small step towards universal human actualization.
Life force blesses the thinker, who explores existence in continually evolving conception. It embraces the artist, who shows us our foibles as well as our potential. It facilitates the humanitarians who illuminate one life at a time, more brightly than it otherwise might be. They are unlocking the future of humans everywhere.
My fortune lies in the soul of a child a thousand years from now. The creations I leave — or the ripple of a behavior, perhaps a single kindness - just one, just the right one, will be enough.
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/205352929
I strive to guide myself - Discipline brings focus. Focus brings clarity. Clarity brings peace. Peace frees a human intelligence to surpass human instinct. Creativity is then released, bringing humanity to the next level of its adolescence. Yes- a pimply faced, squeaky voiced human potential, a small step towards universal human actualization.
Life force blesses the thinker, who explores existence in continually evolving conception. It embraces the artist, who shows us our foibles as well as our potential. It facilitates the humanitarians who illuminate one life at a time, more brightly than it otherwise might be. They are unlocking the future of humans everywhere.
My fortune lies in the soul of a child a thousand years from now. The creations I leave — or the ripple of a behavior, perhaps a single kindness - just one, just the right one, will be enough.
http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/205352929
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