Normally my blogs are about what I have been witness too in social situations involving the kaleidoscope of human emotions and interactions that are lubricated by drugs, booze, and the continuing quest for sex. These things by themselves provide limitless material for me to write about, but my own personal stress has been too much to even laugh at those that truly deserve it.
I have been home for about five months. In that time I have been experiencing which was my greatest fear about being back home.
Not really having anything to come home too.
Seriously, save a few personal goals that have been placed on the back burner due to some personal issues, there is little on the larger scale that keeps my person here in the U.S. For one, it is damn near impossible to get a job.
Now I personally think that because I have a degree as well as a wealth of personal and professional experience, I shouldn’t have to work for peanuts. And by peanuts I mean the rank and file, cannon fodder, grunt work that I went through to get where I am today. The crazy part is that I want to work. I have hunted for jobs everyday for the last several months and to tell you the truth it is very hard to just give up and say, “Come and get my car! Who cares about my credit card and score” Seriously, the way things are going it WON’T even matter.
You know, whenever I get in a financial rut, I tend to buy myself something. At least something that I can look at and say “Well at least I got this out of the deal”. Honestly, I am a big fan of buying gifts for myself, I think it is healthy to treat yourself to some product of your hard work and money.
I haven’t.
I haven’t because I can neither afford it nor justify it.
Wait, I am digressing.
Truth is I have spoken to staffing agency’s friends, friends of friends, every internet job board and so on, and I have come up with NADA! I have even actually spoken with people and the question is
“So when can you start”
My response is always, “Right now”
Is that the right answer? I have been told that the truth is always the best route but hell, I guess it can be downright scary. Want to know something else that is scary? The unemployment rate in Georgia is 9.3 percent in Florida it is 8.6. Alabama a whopping 7.8 and Tennessee is 9.1
Wyoming has the lowest rate(cnnmoney)with 3.2 percent.
Am I going to have to move to Wyoming? Give me a fucking break people!
Long story short, it is bad all over.
People are moving back in with family and everyone is watching the auto industry and insurance companies beg the government for money when the people themselves are starving. I watch politicians with their own agenda’s cut their noses just to spite their faces just to maintain favor in their political party. I see people; the uniformed from all sides of the political spectrum take what little info that is correct on the news and run with it as if it is the gospel itself.
Everyone looks to put the blame on someone. Everyone on Capitol Hill is looking to be in place when President Obama fails or succeeds in his endeavor to save our economy from the state that it is in. Meanwhile, Former president bush sits quietly probably ashamed at how he left things. I have always been told that you should leave things better than how you found them…
So what am I to do? I can’t stay where I am forever and hoping for the best is…well hoping for anything in life at this point is just plum dumb.
Maybe I will just become a cop, get corrupted, make a bunch of money, and move to Costa Rica?
Well…it is a thought.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Frontline Vol 3: It is what it is, but what exactly is it
You know, I think I was on that whole, “it is what it is” bandwagon from jump, but for the most part I don’t think people know exactly what it is, before they knew what it in fact was. I think I have figured it out. Now the trick is making sure everyone around you finds out at the same time.
Last night, I think I saw a glimpse of it all.
At the bar that I frequent, there is a woman, a very beautiful woman. This lady always has a smile and a kind word and a blindingly bright set of bling on the left hand second finger from the pinky. Now, I am sure I have mentioned how fragile the male ego is, and I am almost certain I have seen her explain to people that she is married in a manner that can be more understood by watching a new mother put her child gently inside of a crib.
Of course there are the rumors, but I think it is mostly wishful thinking. I think everyone gets their eyes wide open whenever an above average female talks to you and actually listens, even if she isn’t you wouldn’t know it, but this apart of the charm and they can’t see that reality is a pothole on their road to achievement. It is, in fact a trip. I think that is almost all the time what it is, just a trip. The trip itself is that she has already chosen, and it surely will not be one of us. I get it.
Now, the only thing that is better than her entrance is truly her exit. Lawd, Lawd, you have not seen an exit. The same smile, take cares, hugs, everything that a man wants to hear from a woman that he hopes to see again in hopes that next time will be the time.
But I saw it, I saw what no one else wanted to admit, I saw what happens in asia all the time, and understanding what it is, is the key. I think this lesson that I picked up while traveling is what separates my own personal classification of women and girls and men and boys.
If you read Frontline Vol. 2, you can see and example of what it truly is not. If you haven’t read it take some time too.
Now, on this day different from any other, her husband accompanied his lady to the bar. There was no change in her swagger and her consistency in that sense only adds to her overall desirability. As usual, she surrounds herself with the elite of the establishment, but at the same time still gives a welcome arm to anyone else that may be confident enough to come and start a conversation.
So we have a kind hearted disposition to add to her otherwise awesome attributes, what are these mere mortals to do? Personally I do not know, I can’t take everything in at once, but I can reach back to similar situations that I have either participated in or even observed and I can postulate this much.
Men will always look to establish a pecking order, if they don’t do it themselves the women will do it for them, fact not fiction, seriously did you pay attention to “The Mack” So at this point the game of one ups man ship, is going to be played but this time the judge and the prize are one and the same.
Normally speaking, this game than men play to establish the rank and file involves the retelling of manly feats to include but not limited to, amounts of alcohol consumed, the number of wings ingested in a set time period, people that have been assaulted because they were unaware of what the deal was”, and the ability to lift heavy objects. Generally a good time is had by all and everyone can leave with ego’s intact.
Now when you add a woman such as the one described, it does nothing but raise the level of the game, because some how, some way you have to make your feats seem far superior to those of your contemporaries, and everyone has the chance to be a winner, but there is only going to be one. This idea that there can only be one winner undermines the structure of the game itself and chaos ensues, and by chaos I mean all men involved in the game will sink to the level of having to criticize each other and mitigate everyone’s experienced in order to gain favor.
It is the first past the post in the truest since of the word.
Where is the husband in all this? He was present right? Of course! Well he was at the far end of the table speaking with other men about topics that he wants to talk about, casually trading smiles with his wife as they make eye contact. This went on for the better part of the evening, with people moving about the chairs going and coming, from a distance it looks like people having a good time, because that is exactly what is happening.
As the evening progressed, The Mister decided that he was ready to go, as he wrapped up his conversation with the men present he casually and confidently walk to the other end of the table where his wife was tapped her on the shoulder and said, “ I’m ready” or “lets go” or some other saying that a person would use to articulate that they are ready to leave, and you know what happened?
Sweetie, cut the conversations right there, gathered her personal effects and ever so gently gave a group goodbye where everyone felt like she was talking to them a little more than everyone else on that end of the table.
And like that, the game was over.
Grown men for the WIN! See grown men don’t feel the need to have to compete against others for something that already “theirs”. See, that’s what “ it” is, before the what of course. Knowing this before the situation keeps a person so far ahead of the game that you won’t even want to play.
Last night, I think I saw a glimpse of it all.
At the bar that I frequent, there is a woman, a very beautiful woman. This lady always has a smile and a kind word and a blindingly bright set of bling on the left hand second finger from the pinky. Now, I am sure I have mentioned how fragile the male ego is, and I am almost certain I have seen her explain to people that she is married in a manner that can be more understood by watching a new mother put her child gently inside of a crib.
Of course there are the rumors, but I think it is mostly wishful thinking. I think everyone gets their eyes wide open whenever an above average female talks to you and actually listens, even if she isn’t you wouldn’t know it, but this apart of the charm and they can’t see that reality is a pothole on their road to achievement. It is, in fact a trip. I think that is almost all the time what it is, just a trip. The trip itself is that she has already chosen, and it surely will not be one of us. I get it.
Now, the only thing that is better than her entrance is truly her exit. Lawd, Lawd, you have not seen an exit. The same smile, take cares, hugs, everything that a man wants to hear from a woman that he hopes to see again in hopes that next time will be the time.
But I saw it, I saw what no one else wanted to admit, I saw what happens in asia all the time, and understanding what it is, is the key. I think this lesson that I picked up while traveling is what separates my own personal classification of women and girls and men and boys.
If you read Frontline Vol. 2, you can see and example of what it truly is not. If you haven’t read it take some time too.
Now, on this day different from any other, her husband accompanied his lady to the bar. There was no change in her swagger and her consistency in that sense only adds to her overall desirability. As usual, she surrounds herself with the elite of the establishment, but at the same time still gives a welcome arm to anyone else that may be confident enough to come and start a conversation.
So we have a kind hearted disposition to add to her otherwise awesome attributes, what are these mere mortals to do? Personally I do not know, I can’t take everything in at once, but I can reach back to similar situations that I have either participated in or even observed and I can postulate this much.
Men will always look to establish a pecking order, if they don’t do it themselves the women will do it for them, fact not fiction, seriously did you pay attention to “The Mack” So at this point the game of one ups man ship, is going to be played but this time the judge and the prize are one and the same.
Normally speaking, this game than men play to establish the rank and file involves the retelling of manly feats to include but not limited to, amounts of alcohol consumed, the number of wings ingested in a set time period, people that have been assaulted because they were unaware of what the deal was”, and the ability to lift heavy objects. Generally a good time is had by all and everyone can leave with ego’s intact.
Now when you add a woman such as the one described, it does nothing but raise the level of the game, because some how, some way you have to make your feats seem far superior to those of your contemporaries, and everyone has the chance to be a winner, but there is only going to be one. This idea that there can only be one winner undermines the structure of the game itself and chaos ensues, and by chaos I mean all men involved in the game will sink to the level of having to criticize each other and mitigate everyone’s experienced in order to gain favor.
It is the first past the post in the truest since of the word.
Where is the husband in all this? He was present right? Of course! Well he was at the far end of the table speaking with other men about topics that he wants to talk about, casually trading smiles with his wife as they make eye contact. This went on for the better part of the evening, with people moving about the chairs going and coming, from a distance it looks like people having a good time, because that is exactly what is happening.
As the evening progressed, The Mister decided that he was ready to go, as he wrapped up his conversation with the men present he casually and confidently walk to the other end of the table where his wife was tapped her on the shoulder and said, “ I’m ready” or “lets go” or some other saying that a person would use to articulate that they are ready to leave, and you know what happened?
Sweetie, cut the conversations right there, gathered her personal effects and ever so gently gave a group goodbye where everyone felt like she was talking to them a little more than everyone else on that end of the table.
And like that, the game was over.
Grown men for the WIN! See grown men don’t feel the need to have to compete against others for something that already “theirs”. See, that’s what “ it” is, before the what of course. Knowing this before the situation keeps a person so far ahead of the game that you won’t even want to play.
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