Hi all. I've currently been under the weather, which severely impacts my ability to write. I know I promised you guys the second chapter of the Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff, but please bare with me. I just do not feel like doing anything while I'm sick. But I promise to be back shortly. I did recently stumble upon this interesting artist, Lena Fayre. Give her song, "I Am Not a Man" a listen. Her voice to me is intoxicating. Maybe music does heal? I've posted a link to her video.
Skunk
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Gone fishing
Hello everyone. So, I will be posting a little less in the skunk journal for the time being. So probably two or three posts a week until the January timeframe. November is National Novel Writing Month, and I have decided to take part in it this year's, along with working on my English degree in the same month. I'll post here and there some excerpts from the novel, but between all of the writing I'll be doing, I'm going for exhaustion. Smelly World News will continue to be written on the weekends, and I'm trying to do at least two articles each day. Over time, I'll do more. But I hope you guys bare with me, and I really hope to make this a success. Thank you!
Monday, October 13, 2014
About the Author Part Deux
I hope everyone has had a great Monday. First, I would like to thank everyone who has paid any attention to my blog. 1,000 views in my first week is great to me. This leads me into my post for the day.
Growing up, my peers did not necessarily fancy being around me. I was teased, bullied, and had numerous objects pelted at me. Each object always hit it's mark. I learned quickly the best way to avoid those situations was to stay away from them. It's a lot easier to feel that way now towards those types of situations than it is as a child. When you're young, you just want friends. You want someone to share your rock collection with, to rides bikes with, to be partners with when it came to assignments in class. In elementary school, I didn't really have that experience, but I wish I could have. We moved around often, and the toll it takes mentally to make friends only to know you are going to lose them soon is very great as a child.
By junior high school, I was the new kid once again. I stick out like a sore thumb wherever I go, so I understand how image is important in middle school. I didn't feel confident in myself, and I didn't feel anyone would want to be seen hanging out with me. I was already in the mindset of not needing friends, and that as long as I had my intelligence, I could distract myself with my schoolwork, and just study a little more extra once I made it home. Well, my intelligence did something. It moved me up into what we called Advanced and AG classes. Once I moved there, I realized there were other kids who thought and acted the same way as I did. (Granted, I was 13 at the time, and I was just learning what friendship actually was.)
By the end of junior high, we were prepared to move yet again. I stayed a bit distant from my friends, only because this was a situation I have dealt with on more than one occasion. When it was time to go, I was ready to start over. With a new school year, new groups of people, and a new city, I was bound to meet at least one friend. And, I did. About a month or so after that, it's determined that city was not the right city, and we moved to another city. This place was completely out of my comfort zone, and I did not want to stay there any longer than I had to. So, we were put in private schooling for my high school years. For the most part, my schooling was self-paced, and the labs were the only things that were done at a specific time. I ended up finishing 3 years worth of high school in 1 and a half years. Once I finished, my teachers were not expecting me to have finished so quickly, and the person who was chosen for Valedictorian was bumped to Salutatorian (second best) while I took the highest GPA for my class.
Because I live life inside of the box, it allows me to focus on what I know and what I am comfortable with. The downside is I miss out on new experiences and actually having what most 20 year old people consider "a life." I am working on finding a median between the two. The last thing anyone should want is to wake up 30 or 40 years from now and wish they would have done something else or been someone else.
Growing up, my peers did not necessarily fancy being around me. I was teased, bullied, and had numerous objects pelted at me. Each object always hit it's mark. I learned quickly the best way to avoid those situations was to stay away from them. It's a lot easier to feel that way now towards those types of situations than it is as a child. When you're young, you just want friends. You want someone to share your rock collection with, to rides bikes with, to be partners with when it came to assignments in class. In elementary school, I didn't really have that experience, but I wish I could have. We moved around often, and the toll it takes mentally to make friends only to know you are going to lose them soon is very great as a child.
By junior high school, I was the new kid once again. I stick out like a sore thumb wherever I go, so I understand how image is important in middle school. I didn't feel confident in myself, and I didn't feel anyone would want to be seen hanging out with me. I was already in the mindset of not needing friends, and that as long as I had my intelligence, I could distract myself with my schoolwork, and just study a little more extra once I made it home. Well, my intelligence did something. It moved me up into what we called Advanced and AG classes. Once I moved there, I realized there were other kids who thought and acted the same way as I did. (Granted, I was 13 at the time, and I was just learning what friendship actually was.)
By the end of junior high, we were prepared to move yet again. I stayed a bit distant from my friends, only because this was a situation I have dealt with on more than one occasion. When it was time to go, I was ready to start over. With a new school year, new groups of people, and a new city, I was bound to meet at least one friend. And, I did. About a month or so after that, it's determined that city was not the right city, and we moved to another city. This place was completely out of my comfort zone, and I did not want to stay there any longer than I had to. So, we were put in private schooling for my high school years. For the most part, my schooling was self-paced, and the labs were the only things that were done at a specific time. I ended up finishing 3 years worth of high school in 1 and a half years. Once I finished, my teachers were not expecting me to have finished so quickly, and the person who was chosen for Valedictorian was bumped to Salutatorian (second best) while I took the highest GPA for my class.
Because I live life inside of the box, it allows me to focus on what I know and what I am comfortable with. The downside is I miss out on new experiences and actually having what most 20 year old people consider "a life." I am working on finding a median between the two. The last thing anyone should want is to wake up 30 or 40 years from now and wish they would have done something else or been someone else.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Karma?
Karma has a way of exposing even the darkest aspects of our lives. Negative deeds travel negative roads, and can only follow the path from which they began. It doesn't matter how long ago the situation occurred, everyone has a price to pay. Recently, Stephen Collins (Father and Pastor on Seventh Heaven) confided in his therapist about an instance where he exposed himself to a 10 year old girl. The conversation was recorded by his ex wife, and given to the authorities in connection to their divorce. Neither of them knew the information would go public. When you speak with a therapist, yes, everything you say is confidential. It does not leave the office. When you speak about harming yourself or others in the future, or you confess to any abuse or sexual acts towards a minor, that information is immediately sent to the authorities.
There are two ways to look at this story. Why is he being punished for an act he committed over two decades ago? He already tried apologizing to this woman, so why is it still an issue?
The other way is the way I believe in. You can apologize after doing something wrong all you want, but that is not your judgement for that deed. Being a child who has gone through that, no punishment will ever be enough. I also understand, however, people can and do change. Isolation from society is not the answer. Rehabilitation is. So do I think jail time us necessary? Yes. Do I think he needs rehabilitation time while he's there? Absolutely. It doesn't need to be some ridiculous life sentence or 103 years in prison or anything like that. I think 3 or 4 years with rehabilitation time included should be enough.
There are two ways to look at this story. Why is he being punished for an act he committed over two decades ago? He already tried apologizing to this woman, so why is it still an issue?
The other way is the way I believe in. You can apologize after doing something wrong all you want, but that is not your judgement for that deed. Being a child who has gone through that, no punishment will ever be enough. I also understand, however, people can and do change. Isolation from society is not the answer. Rehabilitation is. So do I think jail time us necessary? Yes. Do I think he needs rehabilitation time while he's there? Absolutely. It doesn't need to be some ridiculous life sentence or 103 years in prison or anything like that. I think 3 or 4 years with rehabilitation time included should be enough.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Crossroads
In case you guys missed it, I published the first short story of The Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff. If you haven't read it, you can read it here. I am hoping this Story line is popular among everyone that takes the time to read it. The first Volume will be giving a little introduction to each family, along with telling how each character plays a role in the series.
But I won't stop there. I would like to slowly introduce new short stories into my fan base, but I will only do that with the feedback I receive from you all. So if you lot have any suggestions on pieces, you can private message me on Facebook or Twitter and I will try to get that story out there for you guys. And now for my personal wisdom of the day.
We will all come to a crossroads in our life where we make a decision to please ourselves or please others. Yet, who said it has to be a choice between one or the other? For long time, I believed everything that happens has a reason. I refused to believe things happened "just because." But, sometimes that is the case. Some things have no reason at all. As humans, we don't need justification as to why we like or dislike someone. We just can. The hardest thing is for the opposite party to accept that. The trick is to not take it to heart. No one specifically dislikes someone for being a human being. There are just things in people that other people just do not necessarily like. There is nothing wrong with that. Everyone is not going to like everything. For instance, some people like general obnoxious humor, and some people don't. It's all about finding a balance in those types of situations. There will be many people that disagree with the type of person I am. As there will be people who disagree with you. People have a habit of turning humility into pride. If someone doesn't like you, that does not mean you should not be civil towards one another. Regardless of how two individuals, or even groups, feel towards each other, respect should come from both parties; because there is no greater level of dignity than that of being and accepting yourself and others for being themselves.
But I won't stop there. I would like to slowly introduce new short stories into my fan base, but I will only do that with the feedback I receive from you all. So if you lot have any suggestions on pieces, you can private message me on Facebook or Twitter and I will try to get that story out there for you guys. And now for my personal wisdom of the day.
We will all come to a crossroads in our life where we make a decision to please ourselves or please others. Yet, who said it has to be a choice between one or the other? For long time, I believed everything that happens has a reason. I refused to believe things happened "just because." But, sometimes that is the case. Some things have no reason at all. As humans, we don't need justification as to why we like or dislike someone. We just can. The hardest thing is for the opposite party to accept that. The trick is to not take it to heart. No one specifically dislikes someone for being a human being. There are just things in people that other people just do not necessarily like. There is nothing wrong with that. Everyone is not going to like everything. For instance, some people like general obnoxious humor, and some people don't. It's all about finding a balance in those types of situations. There will be many people that disagree with the type of person I am. As there will be people who disagree with you. People have a habit of turning humility into pride. If someone doesn't like you, that does not mean you should not be civil towards one another. Regardless of how two individuals, or even groups, feel towards each other, respect should come from both parties; because there is no greater level of dignity than that of being and accepting yourself and others for being themselves.
The Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff Pt. 1: Tickets
Today is the big day. My family and I are going on a vacation my Mom had won from some scratch and sniff card she received from her job for her 37th birthday. Everything was going fine until, as usual, things weren't going the way Dad had planned.
"Stanly! Thomas! Why haven't you guys placed your luggage in the car yet?" Dad yells from down the hall.
"Give us a minute, Al! You only told us like 20 minutes ago!" Thomas yelled back.
Thomas can get away with things like that. He was adopted at years 2 of age. He's 14 now. Our parents love him. If I did that, I can say goodbye to this trip, and goodbye to this summer.
"Nice try, Thomas. Your Mother told you guys last night. Now hurry up! We've got to be on the road to to the airport in 4 hours!"
"Alyx, it only takes 2 hours to get there. Even with traffic, that's an additional 45 minutes. Relax."
"Liv, you know how I am about last minute. If you're on time, you're late. That's what we said in the Battalion."
My Dad always likes to bring up his 3 months at the Norwegian Military Academy. He says, "Stanly, my time at the Academy is where I learned to become a man."
I sarcastically comment back, "Dad, those 3 months must have been Hell for you. I sometimes don't understand how you managed to survive."
"Well Stan," Dad replies, "You are 16 now. Sooner or later, you're going to have your own battle. I can show and tell you my experiences, but you determine the man you want to become."
Sometimes my Dad surprises me with responses like that. Where were we? Oh yeah, packing. Thomas is definitely more of the carefree one of the family. He can pack 3 t-shirts, 2 pairs of shorts, and be fine. The only thing he packs more of is his art supplies. At least if he ever runs out of clothes, he can paint on a new outfit, I guess. He rushes downstairs to throw his suitcase into the back of Dad's truck.
"Whoa, Thom! Be careful! That's a Ford, not a Chevy." Dad exclaims.
"Yeah, then I probably just made it a little bit better!" Thomas snarks back.
Mom comes upstairs to check on me and my current situation with my packing. It's not that I'm slower than Thomas, I'm just more attentive when it comes to packing. The only thing I need is my camcorder and an outfit for each day.
"Hurry Stan." Mom says from the doorway. "You know how your Father is. Expect a big speech on how this relates to his time in the Battalion."
"Almost finished, mom." I assure her. "I just can't find the T-shirt."
"Oh." Mom giggles. "You mean "The" T-shirt? The one signed Hank Stanovich?"
Hank Stanovich was local Footballer back in our home country of Norway. I promised him I'd carry a signed T-shirt of his whenever we were away from our new home in the US on a vacation. I don't think it will mean much, seeing how he is only a Footballer during the Cup, but hey, keep hope alive right?
"Yes, mom. That one. I don't think it's in the laundry. I have never really worn it since we've been here. You know, I'm sure it can go one trip without being with us."
Suitcases are packed, we are all in the truck, and we are ready to go. We are about 30 minutes into the drive, when my mother poses a question.
"This may be deemed an unnecessary question,"
"Then don't ask." Dad butts in.
The look Mom gave Dad said everything he needed to hear for the rest of that conversation.
"Like I was saying, did anyone happen to pick up the tickets and itineraries from the kitchen table?"
I looked at Thomas, and Dad looked in the rear view mirror at me. The men in this truck became a deer in front of a truck. In the most unsafe manner as possible on the highway, dad came to an abrupt stop. Oddly, with no traffic in sight, he floors it over to the opposite side of the highway to rush back home.
"Alyx, yeah, let's not ever do that again." Mom says.
"What? Forget the materials we need? good idea." Dad says. Clearly confused.
"Besides that, what you just did on the highway was dangerous. Stanly is driving now. Be a good influence. And don't you dare turn this into a Battalion story."
"When I was in the Battalion..." Dad starts.
We all groan in agony. At least this trip isn't like the trip we took to Toronto. Dad's Battalion stories are what got us kicked out of The Molson Ampitheatre.
"When I was in the Battalion, one of the cadets had forgotten their navigation map. He stayed out there for three days."
"Dear, that was you, and you were only lost for 3 hours," mom abruptly corrects him.
So we make it back home. Mom runs into the house, grabs the tickets and itineraries, and we head to the airport. When we get there, we are graced by the smiling faces of our twin cousins Carly and Charly Von Eubensteuffer. Along with Aunt Heather and Uncle Michael. I say that with such enthusiasm.
So, this is the beginning of The Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff. Still a few more families to be introduced, so stay tuned! Every Saturday morning a story will be posted. Thanks all!
"Stanly! Thomas! Why haven't you guys placed your luggage in the car yet?" Dad yells from down the hall.
"Give us a minute, Al! You only told us like 20 minutes ago!" Thomas yelled back.
Thomas can get away with things like that. He was adopted at years 2 of age. He's 14 now. Our parents love him. If I did that, I can say goodbye to this trip, and goodbye to this summer.
"Nice try, Thomas. Your Mother told you guys last night. Now hurry up! We've got to be on the road to to the airport in 4 hours!"
"Alyx, it only takes 2 hours to get there. Even with traffic, that's an additional 45 minutes. Relax."
"Liv, you know how I am about last minute. If you're on time, you're late. That's what we said in the Battalion."
My Dad always likes to bring up his 3 months at the Norwegian Military Academy. He says, "Stanly, my time at the Academy is where I learned to become a man."
I sarcastically comment back, "Dad, those 3 months must have been Hell for you. I sometimes don't understand how you managed to survive."
"Well Stan," Dad replies, "You are 16 now. Sooner or later, you're going to have your own battle. I can show and tell you my experiences, but you determine the man you want to become."
Sometimes my Dad surprises me with responses like that. Where were we? Oh yeah, packing. Thomas is definitely more of the carefree one of the family. He can pack 3 t-shirts, 2 pairs of shorts, and be fine. The only thing he packs more of is his art supplies. At least if he ever runs out of clothes, he can paint on a new outfit, I guess. He rushes downstairs to throw his suitcase into the back of Dad's truck.
"Whoa, Thom! Be careful! That's a Ford, not a Chevy." Dad exclaims.
"Yeah, then I probably just made it a little bit better!" Thomas snarks back.
Mom comes upstairs to check on me and my current situation with my packing. It's not that I'm slower than Thomas, I'm just more attentive when it comes to packing. The only thing I need is my camcorder and an outfit for each day.
"Hurry Stan." Mom says from the doorway. "You know how your Father is. Expect a big speech on how this relates to his time in the Battalion."
"Almost finished, mom." I assure her. "I just can't find the T-shirt."
"Oh." Mom giggles. "You mean "The" T-shirt? The one signed Hank Stanovich?"
Hank Stanovich was local Footballer back in our home country of Norway. I promised him I'd carry a signed T-shirt of his whenever we were away from our new home in the US on a vacation. I don't think it will mean much, seeing how he is only a Footballer during the Cup, but hey, keep hope alive right?
"Yes, mom. That one. I don't think it's in the laundry. I have never really worn it since we've been here. You know, I'm sure it can go one trip without being with us."
Suitcases are packed, we are all in the truck, and we are ready to go. We are about 30 minutes into the drive, when my mother poses a question.
"This may be deemed an unnecessary question,"
"Then don't ask." Dad butts in.
The look Mom gave Dad said everything he needed to hear for the rest of that conversation.
"Like I was saying, did anyone happen to pick up the tickets and itineraries from the kitchen table?"
I looked at Thomas, and Dad looked in the rear view mirror at me. The men in this truck became a deer in front of a truck. In the most unsafe manner as possible on the highway, dad came to an abrupt stop. Oddly, with no traffic in sight, he floors it over to the opposite side of the highway to rush back home.
"Alyx, yeah, let's not ever do that again." Mom says.
"What? Forget the materials we need? good idea." Dad says. Clearly confused.
"Besides that, what you just did on the highway was dangerous. Stanly is driving now. Be a good influence. And don't you dare turn this into a Battalion story."
"When I was in the Battalion..." Dad starts.
We all groan in agony. At least this trip isn't like the trip we took to Toronto. Dad's Battalion stories are what got us kicked out of The Molson Ampitheatre.
"When I was in the Battalion, one of the cadets had forgotten their navigation map. He stayed out there for three days."
"Dear, that was you, and you were only lost for 3 hours," mom abruptly corrects him.
So we make it back home. Mom runs into the house, grabs the tickets and itineraries, and we head to the airport. When we get there, we are graced by the smiling faces of our twin cousins Carly and Charly Von Eubensteuffer. Along with Aunt Heather and Uncle Michael. I say that with such enthusiasm.
So, this is the beginning of The Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff. Still a few more families to be introduced, so stay tuned! Every Saturday morning a story will be posted. Thanks all!
Friday, October 10, 2014
Parallel
Reality,
If I didn't have to live here, I wouldn't
Sailing through the stars, stopping by the milky way to have a milkshake is what I'd do on Monday.
I'd dive through the the sky and soar through the ocean on that lovely Tuesday Morning.
Wednesday calls for a kamikaze dive through the Mauna Loa
Thursday will be the day I travel to Asgard, and speak with Odin himself.
I'll sit silence under the Bodhi tree with Siddhartha Gautama on Friday
I'll walk through the parted Red Sea with Moses on Saturday,
Just to make it back to my bed to walk with Jesus in my sleep on Sunday.
That is what I'd do if life were what I wanted it to be. But it's not, so be thankful for History. :)
Thank you guys for continuing to read my pieces. These are in no way, shape, or form from anyone but myself, but if you have something you'd like me to write a poem or short story on, I will more than happy to do that. Since I have started working again, I will be posting in the evenings Monday through Friday, And Mornings and Evenings on Saturdays and Sundays. Also, I will normally be posting only once a day, but I may post twice as well (only on weekdays. I will always post twice on Weekends). Thank you guys, once again!
If I didn't have to live here, I wouldn't
Sailing through the stars, stopping by the milky way to have a milkshake is what I'd do on Monday.
I'd dive through the the sky and soar through the ocean on that lovely Tuesday Morning.
Wednesday calls for a kamikaze dive through the Mauna Loa
Thursday will be the day I travel to Asgard, and speak with Odin himself.
I'll sit silence under the Bodhi tree with Siddhartha Gautama on Friday
I'll walk through the parted Red Sea with Moses on Saturday,
Just to make it back to my bed to walk with Jesus in my sleep on Sunday.
That is what I'd do if life were what I wanted it to be. But it's not, so be thankful for History. :)
Thank you guys for continuing to read my pieces. These are in no way, shape, or form from anyone but myself, but if you have something you'd like me to write a poem or short story on, I will more than happy to do that. Since I have started working again, I will be posting in the evenings Monday through Friday, And Mornings and Evenings on Saturdays and Sundays. Also, I will normally be posting only once a day, but I may post twice as well (only on weekdays. I will always post twice on Weekends). Thank you guys, once again!
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Sci-Fi
The discomforts of this world is one of the biggest rewards to be offered. For those who don't do because everyone is doing, keep not doing. You're doing the best thing possible by choosing to go against it. There is cause, and then there is attention. I'm guilty of it occasionally, and I'll want to do something to be accepted by the people I want to be accepted by. But if people like you, then they are going to accept you as yourself. I've learned growing up that I don't want to be like the people I have to try to be like. Granted I don't have a plethora of friends, but I have a great group from the ones I do have. And we all can have that. just stop being who you see on TV, and stop being who we think people want us to be. If you are someone that likes to make art out of broken things, then you continue to be that person! If you have a fascination with bugs, then keep it! If you love Sci-Fi, then Sci-Fi loves you back! There are plenty of people in this world that enjoy the same things you and I enjoy. We can't find those people because we're wasting time being someone else. Love you for you, and all will fall into place. The most unique thing about being human is knowing naturally, we have something in common with someone. It might not be with the person you want to be around, but it happened that way for a reason.
About The Author
There was once this time while I was in elementary school I had been a good student the entire week. Now, with my Mom being the typical Asian woman, mediocrity was not and would not be accepted. So, I was quite the talker as a little kid. I guess I kind of still am, just not as much as I used to be. It got me in trouble more often than not. We had a "Superstar Board" that showed how every child in the class behaved for each day of the week. My talking to my classmates during reading time earned me a sad face. Biggest. Mistake. Ever. I bawled and I bawled. "I want a happy face!" I screamed. My eyes were filled with tears for the rest of the day. I was nowhere near prepared to tell my mother I had a sad face on my chart. It is honestly still a wonder how I made it out alive to even tell that story.
I grew up in a very diverse household. My Mother is predominantly Asian (Chinese and Filipino) whilst my Father is English (by way of Ireland) and Sudanese (Black skin, but Arab). Intolerance isn't something we had to deal with, and it definitely wasn't going to be an excuse to not be our best. I knew my times tables up to 13 by the time I finished 1st grade. I was on a 9th grade reading level before I left the 4th grade. The way we were raised, there was absolutely no reason you shouldn't be disappointed in yourself when you under-perform. We know what we are capable of. My Mom certainly knew. We made great grades (C's are not accepted in the Mom's Family Plan) We participated in every after school activity she felt was necessary (which was most of them), we were band/chorus kids from 5th grade to graduation, And soccer was just in our blood. I have to give thanks to my mother for being the woman she is, and I have quite a few friends with Mothers just like mom. I think if more parents were that way, and stopped letting their children control their own path from birth, then things would be much better on both ends. If a child was meant to guide themselves, then parents should be dismissed at birth. Doesn't make sense, does it?
I grew up in a very diverse household. My Mother is predominantly Asian (Chinese and Filipino) whilst my Father is English (by way of Ireland) and Sudanese (Black skin, but Arab). Intolerance isn't something we had to deal with, and it definitely wasn't going to be an excuse to not be our best. I knew my times tables up to 13 by the time I finished 1st grade. I was on a 9th grade reading level before I left the 4th grade. The way we were raised, there was absolutely no reason you shouldn't be disappointed in yourself when you under-perform. We know what we are capable of. My Mom certainly knew. We made great grades (C's are not accepted in the Mom's Family Plan) We participated in every after school activity she felt was necessary (which was most of them), we were band/chorus kids from 5th grade to graduation, And soccer was just in our blood. I have to give thanks to my mother for being the woman she is, and I have quite a few friends with Mothers just like mom. I think if more parents were that way, and stopped letting their children control their own path from birth, then things would be much better on both ends. If a child was meant to guide themselves, then parents should be dismissed at birth. Doesn't make sense, does it?
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Be
We spend a lot of time wanting to be the best for something. For someone.
Love does not make us do crazy things. Vulnerability does.
Pride causes the destruction we try not to produce.
Doing so unto others as we want others to do unto us will leave the world exhausted.
Love, and greed, lives in the human heart. It can be tamed, but not contained.
Happiness cannot dwell in a cold, damp shadow.
When you say "Thank you," do you mean it?
A lot of times, we can't explain how we really feel. We live in a world where emotions are limited to keystroke expressions. If not once a day, at least once every other day just try to pin point the exact emotion you feel and why why. More likely than not, you've felt this way for a while. A lot of people say they're angry, but they don't know how to fix it. the hardest part to get to is the root. It also doesn't help to be around or be one of those individuals who believe it's weak to show emotional states. I think it's weak to be ignorant. If you want someone with no emotions, just talk to your car. Or my buddy's ex-wife. (He knows who he is.)
Me personally, I ask myself how I feel everyday. It's not only a good self esteem exercise, but also a great way to broaden your vocabulary. Try spending some time with just yourself. No tv, no phone, no computer. I'm not saying meditate, because I don't find it to be healthy to have an empty mind. It's just another way to not confront negative vibes. The best method I have found is to write down everything that bothers you that day, and then burn it. Tell me if it works out for you.
Thanks for reading my latest post! The Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff: Lost Pt.1 is in the works and will be available for viewing Saturday morning 11am PST. Looking forward to reviews!
Love does not make us do crazy things. Vulnerability does.
Pride causes the destruction we try not to produce.
Doing so unto others as we want others to do unto us will leave the world exhausted.
Love, and greed, lives in the human heart. It can be tamed, but not contained.
Happiness cannot dwell in a cold, damp shadow.
When you say "Thank you," do you mean it?
A lot of times, we can't explain how we really feel. We live in a world where emotions are limited to keystroke expressions. If not once a day, at least once every other day just try to pin point the exact emotion you feel and why why. More likely than not, you've felt this way for a while. A lot of people say they're angry, but they don't know how to fix it. the hardest part to get to is the root. It also doesn't help to be around or be one of those individuals who believe it's weak to show emotional states. I think it's weak to be ignorant. If you want someone with no emotions, just talk to your car. Or my buddy's ex-wife. (He knows who he is.)
Me personally, I ask myself how I feel everyday. It's not only a good self esteem exercise, but also a great way to broaden your vocabulary. Try spending some time with just yourself. No tv, no phone, no computer. I'm not saying meditate, because I don't find it to be healthy to have an empty mind. It's just another way to not confront negative vibes. The best method I have found is to write down everything that bothers you that day, and then burn it. Tell me if it works out for you.
Thanks for reading my latest post! The Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff: Lost Pt.1 is in the works and will be available for viewing Saturday morning 11am PST. Looking forward to reviews!
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Underneath the Hood
So, I started a new job today. I get along with all of the people I am working with. For a brief moment, we got to talking about backgrounds, and why they shouldn't matter when it comes to friends. Background is nothing but a introduction as to who we are. It does not define what type of person we will become, it does not define what types of decisions we will make, and it does not define us individually. The only thing to separate a Chevrolet Malibu and a Nissan Maxima is a name. We make the extra effort and decision to look beyond that. If we can argue about who's the better sports team, who makes the better car, or who has the better voice, then why do we still base our actions off of the outside appearance of someone? And better yet, why is racism the first assumption we come to? If you keep calling your self stupid, then don't get mad when someone agrees with you. We all characterize in one portion of our lives or another, so we are all practically as guilty as one another.What is on the outside should never be the reason for a decision. What's underneath should be more than enough to determine how you should feel towards anything. We walk upright for a reason. Now it's time to start acting like it.
And that is my humble opinion.
The Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff: Introduction
Tomorrow I will be Starting the official first short story of "The Chronicles of Stanly Gudenuff. The story starts out as 4 lucky families taking a vacation aboard a cruise ship they had won, when the ship breaks down. While the ship is being repaired, each family introduces themselves to each other, only to find out they all have something in common. I will give a list of the characters, and the back stories are to come later with each short story. Each story will be available every Saturday Morning. Stay tuned!
Characters -
Stanly Gudenuff - Main Character, Son of Olivia and Alyx Gudenuff
Ashley Pleasant - Daughter of wealthy Business woman, Suzanne Pleasant
Thomas Gudenuff - Adopted brother of Stanly Gudenuff
Carly & Charly Von Eubensteuffer - Identical twins of Heather and Michael Von Eubensteuffer
Stacy Wiley - Daughter of Keven Wiley; Girlfriend of Brad Heath
Brad Heath - Boyfriend of Stacy Wiley. Stacy's family sees Brad's potential, and wants daughter to end up with Brad, so the family does whatever possible to keep the two together.
These Chronicles will tell stories you have to read in order to understand. Be prepared!
Characters -
Stanly Gudenuff - Main Character, Son of Olivia and Alyx Gudenuff
Ashley Pleasant - Daughter of wealthy Business woman, Suzanne Pleasant
Thomas Gudenuff - Adopted brother of Stanly Gudenuff
Carly & Charly Von Eubensteuffer - Identical twins of Heather and Michael Von Eubensteuffer
Stacy Wiley - Daughter of Keven Wiley; Girlfriend of Brad Heath
Brad Heath - Boyfriend of Stacy Wiley. Stacy's family sees Brad's potential, and wants daughter to end up with Brad, so the family does whatever possible to keep the two together.
These Chronicles will tell stories you have to read in order to understand. Be prepared!
Monday, October 6, 2014
Watch out for that hole in the ground
I hear your footsteps in my room,
The chilling thrill of fear as they make their way closer.
The first feeling is to expect only the worst of what has
not yet been seen,
Instead of embracing the shadows and letting the night
engulf us.
The floor creaks.
Another step closer.
No one is here, yet here you are.
In pitch darkness, nothing but deadly silence can be heard.
I know who you are, but I have never met you before.
What do you want?
Why are you here?
Nothing can be done to deserve the fear that sleeps in the
back of my mind
Waiting to subside, only to be awaken by the first sign of
danger.
The final step.
You’re at my bedside now.
I brace for what is to come.
Nothing can prepare you for the demise not prophesied at
the end of the tunnel
The light is there, but there is a hole in the ground.
The cold, wet sensation of death runs across the side of my
face.
I have a puppy.
He likes to play games.
Walls
What we see isn't necessarily what we feel. For example, when I see a homeless person, I do not feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for the circumstance of which they are in. I don't like to see anyone in hardship, and if I were that billionaire some desire to be, I would have to do what I can to help homeless. I know I can't end it alone, and I am sure there are others out there who feel the same way. I used to assume all homeless people were the typical vision we always imagine. The one where the homeless person is begging for change, only to go and buy alcohol with it. Living here in California for nearly 5 years now, I have seen some pretty proactive bums. Last week, there was a woman going through the garbage receptacles at my apartment complex. I asked her, "Ma'am, are you looking for plastic?" "Yes", she replies. I go back into my apartment and bring out five grocery bags filled with empty water bottles. "Here ma'am, you can have these." What she says is what took me by surprise. Her response was, "Oh, this is too much!" A simple thank you would have sufficed, but I wasn't looking for her gratitude. I could have kept the plastic bottles for myself and turned them in for recycling, but I have a horrible habit (one of which I am working on) to try to save anyone and everyone. There is a limit to kindness, contrary to belief. We should not exhaust ourselves being kind, because it becomes less of an act, and more of an obligation. It's alright to be selfish at times. That also goes without saying, we shouldn't go out of our way to reject the notion of being kind. Walls are good, but there should always be a stairwell to get over them.
The Skunk Journal
Welcome to what I like to call the "Skunk Journal." Skunks are some gnarly animals to deal with, from their appearance to their defense mechanism. It's hard to really approach one. Skunks are a lot like some people, including myself, in that aspect. I've been doing a lot of soul searching, and a lot of personal work has gone into becoming the person I want to be. This is only a welcome speech to my blog. But this isn't just a blog; I will be sharing a lot of personal stories that I might or might not have ever shared with everyone, along with some poems and short stories. I will be writing daily, so expect some sort of literature at least once a day. Looking forward to sharing!
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