Learning Not To Worry So Much

I’m a worrywart. Not anxious so much as just very aware of my surroundings—and I’ve seen too many people spill their drinks. A long time ago, I developed this habit of sneakily handling things. I’ll subtly move objects away from the edge, adjust plugs so that they can’t short out, and quietly circumvent stuff that might cause people to get mad at each other.

As many times ranted, I know my way around chaos, and I know how it seems to work, so, if not me, then who else is going to do subtle acts to keep that chaos from hurting people, from ruining days?

But that doesn’t mean I don’t mess up in other ways. Continue reading

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A Quick Nod To Friendly People

I walk around my neighborhood, yes, and I’ve talked about that—but I don’t think I’ve mentioned how many friends I made doing that. I’m known, now, and people stop to talk to me—they learned my name, they ask how I’m doing. It’s wonderful, and, as an ode to them, and to people all over, let me take a few paragraphs to thank anyone, and everyone, who is kind, who is nice, who stops to properly ask how someone is truly doing. Continue reading

Oh God, My Sleep Schedule

So, you all know by now that I have an absurd and messed up sleep pattern, right? Well, it’s somehow gotten worse; I am still figuring out how to fix it.

Here’s the basic issue: I run my own business, and, thus, I must do lots of stuff every day to make sure everything runs smoothly, sometimes quite a bit in a single day. And, often, I cannot go to bed until a set number of things are done. Continue reading

The Strangest Places

If I had to state a goal about adventures, it would be to end up in the strangest of places. I like, nay, love, ending up in locations or scenarios that are absurd and strange. I’m pretty sure I arrange them to happen subconsciously.

When I was younger, I decided I never wanted a normal schedule or to be hit by too thick a routine. This was partly because of my contrarian and chaotic personal nature—but it also was so my schedule is free enough for adventures. To go off and try things. To stay up late.

And to help others when they need it. Continue reading

Not A Vampire

Yes, I do stay awake until 5 A.M. or 6 A.M. on the regular and find the shadows of the early morning look weird, but I am not a vampire. Yeah, I’m always complaining that it’s too hot outside, and tend to see a lot better in the dark than most people I know, but I am not a vampire.

Okay, yes, I have, on occasion, mentioned the odd (probably placebic) feeling that my teeth are both bigger and sharper in my mouth when I get hungry, and will regularly eat straight up meat in huge quantities until the sensation stops.

But I am not a vampire. Continue reading

I Guess It’s Time Again… (A Rant On Life)

I guess it’s time again to write these words. Hopeful, needed words. Sparklers thrown into the darkness of the world, so someone sees them and feels a little better.

I guess it’s time again to adjust those scales with a single grain of sand more amongst all other artists doing the same. Continue reading

Life Is Being Pulled Around

The difference between adults and children—besides so many other things—is perhaps the level of complexity their lives have. The older you get, the more it seems that you are being pulled into a thousand places. There’s a real worry about the death of spontaneity because the only real way to manage the increasing and often rather disparate tasks of adulthood seems to be a heavily regimented schedule or memorizing everything by simple repetition. Continue reading

A Clarification On Chaos

Whether I’ve mentioned how much I enjoy the concept of chaos is something left to my faulty memory and the ever-increasing archive of articles on this site, but here we go. I wanted to clarify this: I wanted to talk about chaos.

Because I’m not an anarchist, or a nihilist, or even someone who is unspiritual and believes only in materialism—I just like chaos. I love it. Or, rather, I love a flavor of it and feel like I can sense something when it’s really going at full froth. Continue reading

Uh, Guys, Don’t Overdo It

So, hey, I imagine a lot of people reading this are creative types. Makers of things and dreamers of dreams. And you all are awesome, but, if you’re anything like me, then you might be neglecting some stuff.

Let me say upfront, I’m an entrepreneur. A freelance worker. A person who runs from mostly one room a shit-ton of different projects and businesses. So, I say this with the utmost understanding: please remember to eat, yeah? Continue reading

Music Is Pretty Dope, Too

I am a writer, so, obviously, that’s the art form that I like the most, and the one I focus the most on, and know the most about, but, inspired by a random thought and subsequent conversation, let’s talk about something obvious.

Let’s talk about how ridiculous—in a good way—music is. Every culture, on the planet, as far as I know, figured out music. Everyone in the modern world recognizes it. Doesn’t matter what language it’s being sung in, or the volume, or the tone, music is universal. Continue reading

A Life Of Sitting Weirdly

I believe the slang term for what I am is duck-footed? I’ve heard bow-legged or flat-footed as well. The simplest way to put it is this: if you look down at your feet, and the toes point forward naturally, congrats, you don’t have what I have. If they curve outward, so that your feet point in two diagonal directions, then you do have what I have. Continue reading