Lately, I’ve been working like I have four legs, a tail and wear a collar. So much so, I work (with pride, mind you) past the point of exhaustion. A whole lot of trials, tribulations have come and gone. I must say I have shown incredible restraint on a lot of subjects, though I have been very outspoken in these situations. An outlet for me has been the gym. Been getting new personal bests recently. I have never been stronger physically. At my age (39) I can honestly say I have never been stronger, more mentally sharp. It’s only a matter of time before I break through. I thank God for the strength to do all this (in distress). I wanna thank my supporters who listen to my BS. The struggle is real, folks.
My question to all of you is: What do you all do for a release from pressure/life?
Recently a buddy of mine in the A has been racking up wins. Now, he’s a supervisor at his new job. I am very pleased and proud to know that he is doing great. Add to that, he’s a burgeoning writer. As a friend, I can stand by and watch him succeed (as a fan watches his/her fave sports team). I am proud to know Mr. LeBeau and to watch his development- from ashy to classy. He had been taking quite a few L’s since I’ve known him. Now, I would like to take the credit for his development and his success… I know I’d be lying, and doing that makes for nothing more than being a disingenuous fraud.
How many of you are in a bad relationship? A bad marriage? Like it’s seemingly done? At a loss at what to about it? Take heart. Only two options ever existed in the first place: BATES’ LAW states “that in any relationship, one must either change or leave”. It’s that simple. Yes. Very simple. But oh, so hard. Emotions, kids, money, etc. I promise you all that if you make that “hard choice” now, you will be fine later on. I am not promising a quick fix. I would be a fool to do such a thing. What I am saying is be willing to learn to fight alone (see Clubber Lang on Rocky II LOL). It’s in the hard times where you grow.
I was recently made aware of a friend’s bad relationship. He was set to leave his wife… he had a change of heart. He was wise in my eyes to get himself some $$$, to immerse himself in his work, then go to war. Folks, no matter what kind of bad relationship it may be… when you’re tired… of lies… tired… of disrespect… tired… of a B.S. sandwich… you gotta make the tough choices. Make these choices with the intention of freeing yourself. You can and will survive. You will recover.
I remember watching a SWP video a while back (SWP is Sergeant Willie Pete, a controversial Black Youtuber who started his own site, Gen X. Men’s Rights guy. A forerunner to guys like Tommy Sotomayor) and he had coined the phrase “recreational dating” back in 2008-09. I tend to believe that dating is now a lot like a sport. In my view, especially in this country, dating and sex is almost a religion. It is ridiculous to me how people fool around, especially young men, given the realities of male-female relations in 2015, going into 2016. Men don’t have the same safeguards, safety nets as women do. In my eyes, young men should focus on getting money instead of banging slags. Merely my opinion, take it or leave it. There are more women than men now. Men need to realize they have the same power to make something of themselves that women do. Make that money, call the shots. Time to get serious, fellas. Enough playing around.
This past week was my 20th HS Reunion. Since Im on the West Coast now, I could only be there in spirit. One thing I have noticed have been significant changes in me. I won’t get too specific, but the changes are like night and day. Have you ever felt this way? To reinvent yourself as you dream of yourself? Night and day I dream of having certain things. I will not rest until these dreams become reality. How about all of you?
Hey people. Just back from a somewhat ill-fated trip. Ever have a really bad 96 hour time frame where it seems to be what everyone around you is lying to you? I’ve had years like that. Not very fun at all. Plans falling apart, just awful things. A really bad flight where I almost passed out because of the heat. It’s ridiculous at times how life is. I’d by lying if I were to say it didn’t hurt, sting or aggravate me.
I get back home, another fight, a house that looked like a terrorist attack. People calling, aggravating me about BS that they coulda let go. Typical humanoids.
Four days worth of nonsense. I need a real vacation.