The inexplicables of an everyday day were made profound through the realization that my story is everyone’s story. We are all the Everyman. When it is catalogued in a moment-to-moment, episodic nature, as is the true fashion of life, I see that while the faces, objects, sequencing, and dollar amounts may vary from those present in your story, the actions, reactions, and decisions I make everyday are all striving after the same goals and objectives you find at the center of your daily struggle: love, legacy, retribution, accomplishment, and acceptance.
The Pants
I think Kimberly said it best when referring to our two family’s widely varying perspectives on my infamous patch pants when she said, “His grandpa cringes when he sees them, and my mom makes a movie about them.”
Games
So many games that people play,
So many ways to push you away,
A masked plea for affection,
Is often placed in the wrong direction.
Snap judgments and expectations,
Old memories of confrontations,
The same tired story put on a loop,
Creates a very strange post-Christmas soup.
“I hear Austin is really great!”
“California is my favorite state!”
“Let me know when you get to New York!”
“Dude, come to L.A. I can get you some work.”
How many times do I have to go through this,
Every year on the day after Christmas,
I venture out, desperate to find,
A diamond in the rough; a soul that is kind.
Anti-Emo
As I looked back on my recent entries I feel as though I’m improving, but I’m not sure about the direction I’m moving. I don’t want this to seem like a bleeding-heart emo-artist tear-pot. I’ve not been in the best mood as of late, but that is all about to change, I hope. I want to focus on the great things in my life and nourish them, right? Why am I asking you like you’re going to answer? I don’t know, roll with it.
Namaste
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