What Support Looks Like

Somethings in life just command your attention to work.  Creating work flow is a life skill.  If you want to improve, you really need to change up your environment.  If you seriously want to change, you NEED to change your attitude.  You need to change your shit hole of a living space into something worth a damn.  It's hard to get out of your comfort zone and that's why the best thing you can do is CHANGE YOUR ENVIRONMENT.  You may not be able to control other peoples' negative opinions about you, but you can change your environment.  Be the person you ought to be.  Be the person you imaged as a child growing up.  Be the person you wished your parents were.  For the love of God, don't just be another Negative Nancy, Debby Downer, or Karen.  There are far too many naysayers out there waiting behind every corner just to attack you.  Life creates way too many of them, seriously.  No one really wants to be the King of Mediocracy either, but it just happens.  So how do you be you and not be crushed by all this negativity stemming out from the very core of human existence?  One of the most straight forward and effective ways is just by changing up your environment.  You want to be somewhere that is positive.  If it doesn't exist yet then make it your goal to create it.  Your job is to be you.  The haters and naysayers will still be there after you are long gone but for for right now, your goal is to take care of you.  Only you can change you.  Only you can be the ultimate version of yourself.  Only you can help yourself.  Only you can regain your sovereignty back. 

I would like to help the small fries out there.  I would like to dedicate my time to not only helping out myself but others who lack the discipline and the will to become the greatest versions of themselves.  No, it's not easy helping people.  It's a journey.  It's a hardship.  It takes willpower, determination, grit, ambition, focus, and relentlessness.  Most importantly you just can't care what others think about you.  You just have to ignore everyone else's opinion and just fucking do whatever it is you need to take care of.  If you always listen to everyone else, then sadly you'll end up just becoming their bitch.  There's always going to be that someone telling you what to do whether it's your parents, teachers, boss at work, the fat asshole down the street, etc. but the only person who has full control of you at all times is ultimately you.  You have the ability to not give a fuck and do whatever it is you're going to do.  None the less, not everyone is wired to be a good person.  Some individuals may really think rioting and looting things maybe the answer they are looking for.  Violence is usually not the answer but for many it is. In any event, don't do anything stupid with your new found glory.

Well, that's a warp.  I feel like calling it a day.  I feel like resting now.  I don't feel like being productive right now as I'm just done eating lunch.  My energies comes and goes like a train.  At one end, I'm all pumped and super excited to get stuff done.  The next moment, I'm done with a meal and all of the sudden I feel like being a fat asshole who accomplishes nothing. 

Until next time!  Thank you for reading.           

Connecting with Your Audience or The Lack Of

Welcome to the world of no one gives a fuck.  Yup, this is exactly what happens to you when you somehow decide to be more reactive than proactive.  There are ramifications for deciding to not doing anything.  As the hours of the day go by, you manage to accomplish nothing.  Perhaps you really needed the time for yourself and your family, but as for me: I really needed to find something more productive to do with my time off of work.  Amazon, Ebay, Paypal, the stock market, YouTube, Blogger . . . What is it that I have not tried yet?  Which one of these actually is worth my time?  I am the very definition of Jack of all trades master of none.  What do I bring to the table?  Who the hell cares if they see me?  What is my connection with the world?  Am I really just another fucking tax payer?  Why don't I have any great gifts and surprises to offer the world that is even remotely worth a crap to be watching on television?  No one can answer these questions for you except yourself.  Sometimes, people just get lucky. 

No one else can help you if you are lazy.  You have to work on yourself first.  Maybe that's just what it is.  Because I'm just not properly aligned with my priorities and goals in life, I'm just drifting around, aimlessly trying to climb up a mountain of stairs that doesn't really go up anywhere.  At the end of the day, who the hell cares?  All I really know for sure is that I'd be happy just coming home to a paycheck.  That's exactly the problem:  I am a slut.  I am willing to do anything for money, never really defining what the fuck it is I actually want to do for a living. 

As I've stated before, I'm really just a leprechaun.  With no leadership skills needed, all I'm really into is grabbing things for free, being cheap with my purchases, using the maximum amount of coupons I can get my dirty filthy Jewish hands on, and just sinking my teeth into whatever money I can get my hands on.  Is this the path I really want to go down?  Where is the integrity?  Where are my values?  What direction in life am I going with this?

If I'm not mistaken, the ancient ones want us to focus more on service to others.  Instead of being a greedy ass mother fucker, THEY want us to learn and practice how to genuinely be more compassionate, loving, kind, giving, and be more of service to others.  Yup, easier said than done.  Easier said than done.  Well, I still have a lot to learn. 

Thanks for stopping by and readying.  I find it hard enough to love myself let alone anyone else.  I have a long way to go.  Just love.  Why not?  Just love.yourself for starters. 

Peace

The Daydreamer

Well, I guess this is me just wandering around the mall one day like I don't give a fuck.  Outside of work, who am I?  Who do I want to be?  Who do I want to be perceived as?  Who the hell is this guy?  No one likes a nobody.  No one wants to be that nobody in the story.  No one wants to be the homeless guy.  No want wants to be the invisible person.  Most of the time, I feel like I'm just an extra in the movie.  I don't really have a role nor do I really want one.  I'm pretty much just a wanderer.  I'm intelligent and aware of enough not to be just another sheep, but I'm just not there yet to fully define myself with an exact purpose and/or niche with direction.  Being accustomed to working all day, it's just pleasing for me to just loaf around and be a nobody.  I enjoy doing nothing.  I don't like having to work if I don't have to.  It's great and all to be SOMEBODY, but I really don't want to care sometimes.  Sometimes, I just walk around just for the hell of it.  I don't have to give a damn about what everyone else is doing with their time.  I just want to stroll around and not give a fuck.  I really don't care about being perceived as passive.  I'm not sure why males have to be seen acting overly aggressive and exhausting themselves to compete all the time like an animal.  Unless it's worth it, I'm not going to give crap.  Most of the time what happens is that the cops are called over something dumb, real dumb.  Sometimes, it's just dumb. Oh wow, like you've never seen a girl before?  It just gets dumb and dumber.  I would like to stay out of the drama as much as possible.  If you can pull it off without something dumb happening, great. 

When will I find myself?  Who is this guy?  Who do I want to be?  Who do I want to be for my audience?  What value do I provide to others?  Will anyone even be around when I'm there?  Who the fuck would even remotely care?  What the hell am I good for?  The hardest part is that no one else can answer these questions accept me.  The same goes for you.  Who the hell are any of us?  Who do you really want to be remembered as?  Who the fuck do I really want to be remembered as?  Am I just another "some guy"?  Can I be someone who's actually fucking useful for once?  Is my job just to stand there and look pretty?

And on that day, no one gave a fuck.  Just no one cared that day.  I woke up, did my daily whatever, enjoyed my video games, Netflix, and did whatever.  No teachers, no parents, no anybody was involved, just me.  Thou shall not give a fuck about me.  I lived this day like no one gave a fuck.  I lived, didn't get accosted for anything stupid, and continued with my life.  No fucks were given that day.  Exactly zero fucks were given that day.  Nothing was accomplished.  Nothing was achieved.  It was just pure living like any other passing day on this planet.  Did I REALLY WANT to BE SOMEBODY that day?  Yes, I wanted to be at least millionaire since forever, but unfortunately that would have taken A TON of WORK.  In any event, the next best thing for me was just to wander around, looking for sales and coupons to use, and just NOT CARE.  In reality I didn't want to be a somebody for anybody which was also the laziest thing to do at the time.  Everything else like having tons of money, being on TV, chasing around girls, etc. was just another daydream around the corner.  Trust me, if you're not working hard at something in the present moment then you're probably just daydreaming like me.  Don't be like me.  Don't be daydreaming.  Go make that money, work on your craft, go chase that girl, and go live your life to the fullest.  You still have time.  It's your time to shine.

Well, that's been me in a nutshell: Thou shall not give a fuck.  Sometimes, it's just up to God to ultimately decide whether you'll be born with a certain look, height, talent, IQ, EQ, social skill level, language learning ability, math ability, athleticism, rich/poor family, etc.  Long story short, this is it girl.  This is what you get from me.  This is who I am.  This is who you'd be marrying.  You either take me as I am and appreciate the time we have together; or you'll just end up complaining and bitching.  This is it.  This is it for the both of us.

Thank you for stopping by and reading.  I wish everyone the best.  Until next time!             


 

 


       

Crazy Dream - Illuminati Shit

I had the most craziest dream last night.  It all started when I frequented my local brothel during the quarantine.  I wasn't expecting much.  None of the dancers were there.  The environment and scenery were a bit different than the actual brothel I go to, but none the less I was well aware what it was.  So I was just hanging out there and exploring the place.  Little by little, women would start showing up sitting down on couches, ordering food, and just trying to have a good time by themselves.  It was very nice inside with marble floor, grand piano, slot machines, movie theaters, and even a large Christmas tree toward the front entrance.  Any who, this place would just keep magically presenting new things that haven't been there before.  The next thing I knew, I went downstairs and was watching some new The Matrix and X-Men movie.  It must have been Peter Parker explaining how X-Men was like The Matrix but only in 3D.  In any event, Spider-Man shows up and starts webbing the ceiling beam mounts and creates some weird new technology out of it all like some kind of weird 5D experience with flashy 3D graphics.  It was really wild and crazy.  I don't think I can explain it in human terms.  Afterwards, I'm talking to this little boy sitting next to me.  He's talking to me like he knows me as "Solomon".  I asked him how do you know my name?  He replied with "Because of your wrist band".  Next, I see a lady ask if anyone needed a nail.  The little boy raise his hands.  Surprisingly, the lady takes out a hammer and nails down a metal shackle looking device on the boy's feet.  Holy shit, this child was a slave!  At the same time, I guess my Mom was calling me to getup and leave.  Before departing, I gave the child a five dollar bill and a single, totaling $6.  It was a sad moment as he struggled to take more money from my wallet.  It was shameful how I felt so greedy, trying to keep everything I had when there was someone else who obviously really needed it; but I had my boundaries.  I was a very surreal feeling.  On one hand, someone was in need but on the other hand I needed to protect myself from being robbed.  I felt like I was the rich asshole this time.  Moving forward in my dream, I met my family friend Emmanuel.  He showed up randomly with his wife trying to play the slot machines just as I started grabbing money from one of the machines that was just spitting out money for whatever reason.  So we hangout a short bit.  Back to my Mom, we had lunch downstairs.  While I was eating a delicious plate of fried rice, there was some weird orange hair alien creature shackled up in the corner.  Then, his parents showed up but were kind of cool. I distinctively remember the alien humanoid creature(s) having orange hair.  The last part of the dream was when this pharaoh figure coming out and trying to establish order.  He was bald and creepily white with a purple robe.  With a loud voice he was commanding the slave children, trying to stop people from having fun, and literally being the stickler.  I guess this must be the head hancho of the place.  No, he wasn't very nice.  In any event, I recall having an epiphany about how this is the way "Illuminate" operates with slave children and basically trying to get everyone to cooperate and do as they say.  Yup, it was a pretty dark dream.

Peace out

Take 100% Responsibility

I am responsible.  I am responsible for writing this.  I am responsible for cleaning up after myself.  I am responsible should I happen to eat too much and become fat.  I am responsible for buying too much crap I don't need.  I am responsible for pushing an old lady out of my way at the supermarket.  I am responsible for speeding.  I am responsible for going to bed at night.  I am responsible for anything I do. 

Well, the hardest part of being human is being responsible for ourselves.  The truth is most of us don't want to be responsible.  We are afraid of failure.  We are afraid we may do something wrong.  Sometimes, we don't even care what we do and just want to have a fun time.  Unfortunately, we come to a point in time where we all have to face the music as an individual.  We all make our own conscious decision.  We can't follow the herd mentality forever.  Eventually, there will be a point where all wrong doings will be notified and even punished for that matter.  Likewise, there will be a time individuals will be rewarded for doing what is perceived as good.  In any event, we should all be mindful about our actions and responsibilities throughout the day.  

To be fair, it's hard for any of us to take 100% for our own actions.  None of us wants to do all the work.  None of us wants to be blamed for any misshapen.  I write about this time and time again.  We become our habits.  It is our habits that defines us, day in and day out.  Sometimes, I just want an "I don't care button", but in reality doing nothing and not caring is also a choice that has its ramifications just like everything else.  No, I don't want to be that homeless guy on the street corner.  I need to find a life for myself that is somewhat balanced.  I want to be productive by not being overburdened by a huge laundry list of a workload.  I also don't want to be that asshole who doesn't do anything.  Life is a delicate balance between two opposing forces.  Welcome to the world of duality.

So many wants, so many dislikes and complaints, so many things to do, but we only have so little time during the day.  What do I prioritize?  What things are even worth doing?  These are the questions that I ask and must answer everyday.  While I was a struggling student at Rutgers University, I recall a fellow student advise me: You need to get your priorities straight.  I need to get my priorities straight?  What the fuck could that possibly mean without offending my ego?  Is getting into college and taking classes not enough?  Obviously, there was something more to life than being  a  sheep following the shepherd to the slaughter house.  Am I not using my time wisely?  Must I become someone or something that I'm not?  Do I dare to challenge myself and achieve popularity despite the overcoming odds?  What in God's name are MY PRIORITIES?  Nothing could be better in this world than taking care of yourself.  Yes, you must be able to take care of yourself before achieving anything else.  Fame, fortune, money, expensive things, .etc doesn't matter much if your hospitalized on your death bed somewhere.  Some of us aren't all that materialistic and greedy.  There's something inside of me that expresses an emotion beyond such a low vibratory frequency.  This higher calling of feelings may be termed as love or compassion where things like money, technology, fame, and fortune doesn't even matter.  While working I once overheard a family member mention "care is worth every ounce in gold".  To actually care and give a shit about someone is important.  Unfortunately, we are "all" wired to worship all things Hollywood, gold, cars, money, power, sex, fame, fortune, nice houses, etc.  Seriously, where is the love?  It's not a nice feeling when no one cares about your birthday.  "I love you" . . . where is the "I love you" these days? 

It's funny how I just sat here and wrote this piece.  Maybe, it's from years of living or maybe it's because of the connection I have with my mind heart chakras.  I believe we all have a higher self.  We download information all the time, especially when we sleep.  Sometimes, I just take a walk and refresh myself.  No, I don't need a ton of money.  No, I don't need to put it on Instagram.  No, I'm not even the right fit to be spreading my face all over social media.  I would just get so much unwanted attention.  I also wouldn't even care much to respond to anyone.  In any event, no one will care about you unless you care about them.  I guess this must be the case, my case.  Because I don't care enough about MY AUDIENCE, they won't view MY CONTENT.  Therefore, since my views are extremely low; I guess I just don't care enough to be reaching out to people.  Maybe, this whole social media thing is more for me venting as opposed to actually communicating and caring about others?  Again, no one wants to be that asshole who doesn't do or contribute anything.

In the end of days, there's not much going on here.  It's mostly just me, my blog, and the stuff I've been hoarding throughout the years.  When I'm done punching out of the clock, when I'm done going to work, when I'm done with my computer, who will be there for me?  Who?  Who in God's name would care other than me, myself, and I? 

That's it for me today.  I don't expect a miracle to be happening anytime soon.  Maybe, this is the present I want?  Maybe, this is the existence that I feel is right for me?  Do I really want to be surrounded by assholes that I call friends?  All I know is I can take 100% responsibility of myself of what I do and what I say.  Sometimes, the best thing I can do is not say anything; therefore I don't have to listen to any bullshit coming back to me.  Again, maybe spending time alone is the best option for taking care of myself.  

Thank you for stopping by.  I hope you have a blessed day.  Take care.       

Solomon

      

Out of Space; Out of Time

Well, here it is: I'm full of shit.  There are just boxes stocked on top of boxes of crap.  These are books and magazines that I will never read.  These are old electronics which will probably never be used again.  Time after time again, the only thing that remains is the junk that we leave.  I can guarantee you that if I threw out all these boxes of crap, no one would care.  In fact, I may as well just leave them in front of one of my local libraries.  As they say: Another man's trash is another man's treasure.  We all fall into this category of hoarding shit, because we don't know how to spend our time wisely.  We suffer from the scarcity mindset, never knowing when our next meal will be so we start grabbing and taking everything under the false impression that it maybe worth millions down the road.  Unfortunately, how much money do you think you can make from reselling all of this shit?  How much fucking time do you think you have to be sitting outside and hosting a garage sale?  As an adult, you really feel it.  You feel that time is precious.  Time is all that we have.  In the end, we don't need stuff.  I repeat, we don't not really need all that much stuff.  It's just that we suffer from a poverty mindset.  As mother Theresa has once said:  There is no one who has gone poor from giving.  It's such an easy concept to understand and preach, but do any of us live it? 

I am stuck.  I am stuck by the madness.  I am stuck by the stuff.  I am stuck by the low level vibratory frequency of hoarding things.  I wish to be free from my shackles.  I wish to stop being a hoarder.  I believe that I don't need all of this fluff.  I believe that there is an underlying reason why I keep all this carp around.  Maybe, I just want to show off?  Maybe, I want to really impress someone that I read all these books?  Maybe, I just don't want to care anymore.

All I really know is that I don't need to surround myself with excessive amounts of crap anymore.  There is just too much stuff to be accountable for.  My goal is to reduce and eliminate my Earthly baggage.  Hopefully, these books can find a new home.  Maybe, I can help a young person out.  I want my donated books given to children, not adults trying to resell them.  Does our donations ever make it to the ones in need?  I have my doubts, but I sure hope so.  Books . . . so many books.  You can never have too many books until they fill your house with too much shit.  No, having too much shit in your home is not sexy and everyone notices how much of a pack rat you are.  People also notice how empty your home is.  Between the lesser of the two evils, I would rather have less stuff.  It's much less work to move and manage things than it is to be overbearing with stuff.  There's no one else around except me to deploy this monstrosity. 

I have to work outside of actual paid working hours at a real job.  Well, see you all later.  Thank you for your 1 view.

THE PURGE

After retaking and passing my exam that I just failed, I need to purge my room of ancient old crap.  I have way too much baggage on my hands.  The vast majority of it has been untouched for several years after the ending of a school semester.  In a world dominated by industry and money making schemes, who the hell cares about old text books?  I'm sorry, but old text books should be removed from my household.  They prove of no use to anyone except dust collecting.  No, I'm not a genius who would read old text books from college for fun.  In fact, it's a pretty big waste of my time as I don't recall information that well anyways.  The extent of how much space and time all this excessive crap takes is phenomenal.  For the last time, no one reads old school text books for fun.  This bullshit has got to go.  No one cares, literally means NO ONE CARES.  If you want information on the stop, use the internet.  Everything is online now.  When the academic school system and professors are updating their textbooks every year to milk their students for profit to buy new text books for hundreds of dollars, there's going to be a lot of bullshit.  It's just too much bullshit.  Once again, no one needs that shit.  Sorry, I could care less about impressing anyone with having old school books around in this day and age. 

Hope for humanity . . .I hope that one day, my life can make more sense.  I hope to live a life that isn't just a room full of random shit of hoarding.  I want to do what I love doing.  I want to collect things that are worth a damn.  If it's not important, please don't waste my time on more garbage.  I don't regret anything I've done, but I just wish I knew what to do better with MY TIME.  Staying out of trouble and not doing anything could have been a possible solution, but maybe there was something more?  Maybe, just maybe there was an alternative way for success.  None the less, I continue to reach out further into the stars.

Thank you for stopping by. I hope to write some more.