I don’t think I’m old enough to be giving this advice, but Tuesday, while getting some coffee for myself at a chain store I’m not going to specify, I randomly talked to a 16-year-old who was working there. He asked me a few questions, once he learned I recently moved out, and it was a really nice conversation—dude was super respectful—and I ended up giving him some life advice.
Which made me think, hey, may as well share a longer version of what I told him. Continue reading
As expected, my routines took a hit. I used to lift weights; I used to have a pretty standard set of actions. But adult life makes it harder, made it harder, continues to make it difficult, the action of keeping a pattern. I’m not so much a creature of habit, and I’m certainly not one to keep to schedules, but I did have a routine to some degree. A pattern of timing that worked. And made me feel like I knew what my day might be like, or at least not feel a constant state of disrupted confusion. Continue reading
When I last checked in with everyone here, I was moving out and having my life upheaved. I’d like to say it’s not still in that state of general madness and chaos—but that would be a dirty, dirty lie. Continue reading
Hello everyone. I can’t assume that every single post I’ve written you’ve read, so I must reiterate that I am fairly young. Early to mid-twenties over here. So, really, I’m late to the party—but, here’s the update: I’m moving in with my girlfriend. Continue reading
Clarification, before you all get too worried, I am not suffering from any disease, nor an eating disorder, and I totally have the financial means to acquire a suitable amount of food…I just…forget to eat sometimes.
Like, it’s not something I mean to do—I love food and eating—I just get wrapped up in what I am doing and not notice that I could eat my weight in meat if I felt like it. Continue reading
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
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
On this day,
When things got—
And there appears to be no solution,
I wrote this for then, Continue reading
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
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
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 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
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
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
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