Top 10 reasons for committing suicidee
1. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
2. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
3. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
4. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
5. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
6. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
7. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
8. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
9. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
10. No longer wanting to be the best at everything I do
What it all comes down to is pride, pride in yourself, and pride in the organization surrounding you. I could not imagine a child wanting to grow up and be the Vice President, or the backup quarterback. Yet those people are important and there is no shame in their life, because in order to make it to second best they had to strive and sweat. Aim for perfect my friend Joe Gonzales always says and where you land will be good enough. I am wondering now whether I am different, did I accidentally get the success gene, is it my upbringing? I know for a fact that I have a brother who is the best damn janitor in Citrus County and who really cares about doing a good job for the health and safety of the children at the school he works at. He is a success, not rich or powerful, but good at what he does and striving to move up. It seems all my brothers have that a little, maybe it is nurture instead of nature. At any rate not wanting to try harder to me seems to be the saddest thing on Earth and I am hoping that those of you who read this and agree will make an attempt to pass the message along.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
rage against the machine
I was thinking about how pervasive computers have become in our modern world. In some ways I know that this is a good thing. In the past, for example, if you got a DUI you could move to another state get a new driver’s license and start over, continuing your life of bad ideas. On the other side of the coin in the past you could also use that set of circumstances to change your life, and start over without being pursued by the indiscretions of youth.
These days however, the state governments track your every move there is no escape. It seems a little bit insane to me. Worse however is the way we allow ourselves to be tracked by the public in general via social media. I know that as a frontierville addict that seems a little hypocritical however I am just saying let’s look at ourselves. Lately I have been noticing that a few people on my friends list need to do some growing up and that makes me feel a little sad. In the past those are the friends you would bump into once in a while, have an outrageous time, name the hangover in their honor and see again in six months. These days however with their constant Facebook posts they just become tiresome. What do I do? I don’t want to lose the occasional bacchanal, but I also don’t want to hear the same stories repeated endlessly with a new cast of characters.
I have decided that it is time for a personal deescalation from the internet culture. I can’t abandon it completely, I go to school on the computer, I write and post these blogs on the net, but it is time for me to slow down and begin detaching myself from the wired in culture. Therefore I resolve to stop watching porn on my computer. From this day on if I want to see a naked sleazy woman I will get up and drive to the strip club like our forefathers. Viva la revolucion!
These days however, the state governments track your every move there is no escape. It seems a little bit insane to me. Worse however is the way we allow ourselves to be tracked by the public in general via social media. I know that as a frontierville addict that seems a little hypocritical however I am just saying let’s look at ourselves. Lately I have been noticing that a few people on my friends list need to do some growing up and that makes me feel a little sad. In the past those are the friends you would bump into once in a while, have an outrageous time, name the hangover in their honor and see again in six months. These days however with their constant Facebook posts they just become tiresome. What do I do? I don’t want to lose the occasional bacchanal, but I also don’t want to hear the same stories repeated endlessly with a new cast of characters.
I have decided that it is time for a personal deescalation from the internet culture. I can’t abandon it completely, I go to school on the computer, I write and post these blogs on the net, but it is time for me to slow down and begin detaching myself from the wired in culture. Therefore I resolve to stop watching porn on my computer. From this day on if I want to see a naked sleazy woman I will get up and drive to the strip club like our forefathers. Viva la revolucion!
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