Tuesday, December 7, 2010

It just occurred to me…

Well, its been one week since my birthday, and while that in and of itself isn’t such a big deal or thought, as soon as I realized that, a whole string of little thoughts tangled up into a massive thought, in that, when I turned 25 on my birthday, I really didn’t feel any older or wiser or anything.

In some ways, I felt younger, but now that its been a week I realize now that I am in fact older and wiser, Ive got some new scars, some new stories, some new insights, and I feel as if suddenly… I’m about to be reborn somehow.

Everything is both old, and new, I can see the wonder in the universe, as well as the pain, the gears, as well as the magic, I can see God in everything, and I can see man in all around me, and I realize, I know a lot more than I give myself credit for, and that for everything I do know, there’s a million I don’t.

It just kinda struck me right down to the center of my being there for a moment, and, I liked it…

You want consistency? Go to Mac Donalds.

~Caleb

Monday, December 6, 2010

"A to Z" or "26 times some unknown number = pointless but factual" (insomnia)

A- Available: ehhh...

- Age: 25

- Annoyance: Politics, people and sick old perverts

- Animals: are yummy?

B- Beer: Shiner Bock, Coors/Coors Light, Dos Equis (XX) and Guinness

- Birthday: November

- Best Friends: They are what they are... Everything...

- Body Part on opposite sex: the whole body? Fine... Eyes are a big deal, but its all in the smile!

- Best feeling in the world: her kiss...

- Best weather: Texas weather, its bi-polar, but then thats how I like it

- Been in Love: yeah

- Been on stage?: indeed, and Im good on it

- Believe in Magic: Please define "magic"?

- Believe in God: Yup

- Believe in Santa: ehh

C- Candy: Reese's

- Color: mostly blues or shades of gray

- Chocolate/Vanilla: both ;p

- Chinese/Mexican: see above ^_^

- Cake or pie: hmmm... Pie filled with cake... xD

- Continent/Country to visit: name one?

- Cheese: hmm... Pepper jack!

D- Day or Night: either or

- Dance in the rain?: only with her...

E- Eggs: scrambled plz

- Eyes: uhh... "Hazel" (shades of blue/gray/green)

- Ever failed a class?: Unfortunately...

F- Full name: Caleb Keeton McConnell

- Food: yummy?

G- Greatest Fear: ... that's classified

- Goals: Get into the Music industry, make some money, become a writer, publish a novel, find my heart, and love again

- Gum: ehh... Wrigley's spearmint when Im in the mood

- Get along with your parents?: ehhh... we've not threatened to kill each other in some time

- Good luck charm: my balls. yes, you read that right, deal.

H- Hair Color: shades of brown, laced with silver

- Height: 6'8"

- Happy: ... fuck you.

- Holiday: 4th of July

- How do you want to die: Doesn't matter, no one gets to choose, but if I did it would be doing something either really brave and heroic, or really boring but stupid. knowing my luck, it might end up being both, or in my sleep.

I- Ice Cream: Cookies n' cream ^_^

- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Drums, and sometimes other people... what?

J- Jewelry: watch?

- Job: is crap

K- Kids: like em' none of my own, and Im not sure if I ever will at this point

- Kickboxing or karate: either or

- Keep a journal?: yup, a few versions of it in fact *ebil grin*

L- Longest Car Ride: Texas to Wyoming and back

- Love: ... hurts like a bitch... But is likely worth it in the end...

- Letter: as in fave? pifft, what a stupid question

- Laughed so hard you cried: a few times

M- Milk flavor: chocolate

- Movies: My favorites vary all the time

- Motion sickness?: not that Im aware of

- McD’s or BK: either

N- Number of Siblings: Three.

- Number of Piercings: None.

- Number(s): ehh?

O- One wish: ... no, I have 3, but if you cant grant me even just one, then stop wasting my time.

P- Perfect Pizza: chicken mushrooms peperoni and jalapenos ^_^

- Pepsi/Coke: both

Q- Quail: area bitch to hunt

R- Reason to cry: pick something, I'll make it a reason for you

- Reality T.V: is bullshit

- Radio Station: ehh, whichever

- Roll your tongue in a circle?: nope

S- Song: too many to name here

- Shoe size: 16

- Salad dressing: Greek

- Sushi: I refuse to eat something I would go fishing with to catch a proper fish and COOK it before I ate it.

- Slept outside: yeah

- Skinny dipped?: ... a few times

- Sleep with socks?: always

- Sing well?: well enough

- Swear? when I feel its needed to fully express how I feel

- Strawberries/Blueberries: either, although Im not a huge berry fan anyways

T- Time for bed: anytime between 2am and 5am

- Thunderstorms: are the next best thing to... pick something, and they are the next best thing to that.

U- Unpredictable: Predictably so xD

V- Vacation spot: anywhere thats not here

W- Weakness: my heart

- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: ehh, theres a few that act/speak/think in likened manner xD

- Who makes you laugh the most: myself

- Worst feeling: Helplessness, or unfulfilled longing...

- Wanted to be a model?: a model what?

- Where do we go when we die?: Heaven or hell, but life is indeed purgatory...

- Worst Weather?: Idk

X- X-Rays: a good 6-7 not counting dental

- Ex's: Suck. like/are. whores.

Y- Year it is now: 2010.

Z- Zoo animal: Raptors

LAST PERSON WHO…1. Slept in a bed beside you?: her...

2. You went to the mall with?: uhhh... huh... I dont remember

3. You went to dinner with?: the fam

4. You talked to on the phone?: Dani

5. Made you laugh?: Dani

6. Hugged you?: ... my grandmother (had to think about that one)

7. Said they loved you?: ... her...

8. Held your hand?: her...

9. Spoke with: Kristen

10. You cried over?: that's classified

11. Last person you texted?: Twitter



A question for a later answer

Which is the greater personal evil?

Letting go of someone knowing it could very well be the death of them (in any/every sense/application of the word)

Or holding onto them, knowing that it could end up going the same way, oh and either way, it would destroy you too?



Consider the impact one has on others, think of the ways in which we are connected, and no I do not mean just by way of social networks, and technology but in the realm of person, as in personality, and personally, and consider how we effect not just ourselves with our actions, and choices, but they who are most connected to us...


more on this next time.


Short post, blah blah, deal with it.
~Caleb

Friday, December 3, 2010

Prose is a Rose, and Im a thorn

How can you know?

How can you see?

All the of the wounds I hide, even from me.

I walk along, watching the world spin by day by day, I think and I think, too much some would say, but still I think, and see what others do not, and given where I’ve come from, and where I am, I know that most people, their faces are a sham.

I was born a neutral raised to be a saint, I’ve been a sinner, and a winner, a looser and a taint, I mean no one harm, yet harm tails me like a wake, I keep you all at arms length, as much for my own if not just your sake, some of you fear me, as well you should, others condemn me, wielding a hangman’s hood, but who are you to judge me? Like you’re the master and executor of all that’s righteous and good?

I think not, I know not in fact, your not unlike me, imperfect and selfish and more than a little whacked, so I walk along down this broken path, ducking and wincing and failing to hold my wrath.

Alone I walk, along the road before me, there’s basically nothing you can do that can sway or deter me, you want me, you want me, you want me, in so many ways; you want me to stop, you want me to change, you just want me to stay the same.

But have I really ever changed?

No, I’ve grown, and that’s not the same, you got down under my skin, and you weren’t sure of what you found, if you liked it or hated it, or if you wanted to keep it around, the image I imprint, should really be clear; beware, beware, of the things I have said, don’t think you’re the exception to the rule, or you’ll turn up dead, if not in body then at least in your own head, look out for me, cause I can fuck your shit up, and all your sorry will be worth a hill of beans, so watch me and follow if you dare, keep your eye on this lone wolf in blue jeans, just make sure that as you do, you fucking beware…

The truth will come out, and when I speak it, its unfiltered, un checked, pure and unashamed…

You have been warned.

~Caleb

Thursday, December 2, 2010

the nuts n bolts of life

{Something I found on my hardrive, and Facebook, a little bit ago, and just felt compelled to post it here.}


For every problem there is a solution, in every solution there is a pattern, every pattern is a process, for every process there is an order, for every order there is a counter, for every counter there is an odd, for every odd, there is a number, for every number there is a value, for every value there is a negative, a negative is anti, for every anti there is a pro, for every pro there is an action, for ever action, there is a reaction, for every reaction there is a reason, and in every reason, there is a thought, and for every thought there is a idea, and in every idea is a dream, and every dream has a dreamer, and for every dreamer, there is a goal, and in front of every goal, is an obstacle and every obstacle is a challenge, and in every challenge is a challenger, and for every challenger, a reward, and every reward worth having is worth working for, and the more you work for something, the more you appreciate it, and the more you appreciate it, the more you value it, and the greater the value, the greater the care, and as much as there is care, there is devotion, and for all of one’s devotion, you will find love, and when you find love, you find a person, and when you find the person, you find their problems as well…

And you don’t care about any of the above, because, you love that person…


This is the story of the world and how it works, deal with it.

~Caleb

just a thought or three

{NOTE: this is actually an older thing I wrote some time ago, but I felt like it was worth re-posting, ENJOY TROLLS!}


Have you ever noticed how the people in your life who self proclaim themselves as "Mature" or who say that they are "growing up" or "Growing apart" or even "Heading in a new direction" or even, god forbid, that they are "no longer the person I was" all seem to have a common thread running through their words, actions, behavior?

Yeah, it's all to cover the fact that they pretty much fucked you over while in a state of pure stupid emotional upheaval, whilst you stood there and did your dammedest to be a good friend, to give them comfort, and when it came down to it, the truth, as best as you could, and when they didn't like it, they cut you off, after stabbing you (in the back or in the face, doesn't matter which, they freaking STABBED YOU) and telling you, in essence that you where little (or maybe much, it depends) more than a novelty or security blanket for them, and they they are now through with you because they realize that something has changed between you, and they either:

A) don't like it, and thus have no more use for you

B) Don't like it because it scares them for whatever stupid reason, so they run from you

C) STILL don't like it, and are freaking out for the aforementioned reasons

D) Like it because that was the plan all along, to string you along until things shifted, then freaked out to hurt you

or lastly

E) had no clue what the fuck they where doing, freaked out, acted like a spas cause they don't know any better, and then had a special moment where they totally self-destructed themselves and most if not all of the people around them where affected due to the ripple effect, better known to us on the internet (gamers and military nerds mostly) as "Splash damage"

And then the REAL fun starts up.

Gossip becomes a pass-card to butt into things, comment, and berate people, when its NONE OF YOUR DAMMED AFFAIR and then what might have been a private but messy situation, that might have been solved, turns into a semi-public debacle likened to a white elephant that's been stuck into the back corner of the room and is shiting in the punch bowl, while everyone comments on how nice it's little pink bow looks, but that it IS rather unpractical , not that it's any of my business, but I think you should take it outside maybe, even when it looks so nice there...

As it shits all over the floor, food and in the punch bowl.

This is like the ugly as sin baby being showed to the family and friends in the maternity ward; "Oh... Look at the baby!"

Honestly what do you say? "Lady, thats one ugly as fuck baby, and I don't say that lightly."

No, the sociable thing to do is to not comment on the fact that junior has buck teeth, crossed eyes, a nose you could park a ship on, lips that look like a monkey's junk, and a chin that should be registered as a deadly weapon...

Okay I MIGHT comment on that, but thats all make-believe hypothetical.

What really happened was that I was hurt by my once dearest friend, blah blah, lights n sound, stuff n noise, I'm over it.

The sad and I now personally think, humorous truth is that she went back to the trolly sack of hypocritical, overtly religious, two-faced LYING sack of dog shit she'd foolishly, almost rebelliously married, and has had almost nothing but grief from since BEFORE THE WEDDING!

I would be mad or hurt if not for the fact that I, for some wonderful strange and unnameable reason, find it so dammed funny, and ironic, that I can chortle to my self, shrug, vent this out here, and then get on with having my own life, simple and sad as it may be.


~Caleb

Ah, square one, so we meet again… Or something like that

“Happy” birthday to mee…

Yeah, finding that starting over in the interpersonal, relationship sense, is next to impossible, since… Your focus needs to be on yourself, and it’s hard to do when you still have such powerful feelings for that someone who is no longer such a central part of your life.

Finding your center again is what it takes, but readjusting to the fact that one of the pillars at your center is no longer there, is a disorienting feeling, and it will throw everything about sense of yourself out of whack.

Which for me, is in and of itself a paradox, as I know that honestly, to define myself, is to limit myself, not that I cannot or will not define a PART of myself, hardly, I can will and do define parts of myself all the time, because understanding who you are is key to surviving this world, as unscathed as possible, which, given how much there is out there to mess you up, is a noble if not somewhat foolhardy ideal.

Still… It is what one must do to survive without self-destructing or allowing oneself to be destroyed by the world.

And yet, I find that by carefully avoiding a fully developed defined sense of self, one is given freedom to explore oneself, and that is a good thing, if done right, and not in the context of endangering oneself or ones relationships in the process, careful thought must be put into every critical step, the rest will take care of them selves, more often than not, but do not discount the effect the little things can and will have on you and the world around you.

Hmmm… I feel that a good way to sum this all up, is “personal responsibility” something most people are scared of, and I’ll admit to some of that fear myself, it would be dishonest not to, but even so, I should say that as uncomfortable as taking responsibility for ones actions can be (when is it ever THAT comfortable anyways, right?) in the end, it is always more rewarding, personally at least, and in the end, easier, as far as relationships go anyways, to just fess up and say “I did that, and I’m sorry, how can I make it right?” because trust me, that is now SO fucking rare, that when it happens, just about anyone can be impressed with it, and then be compelled to reach out, and help make amends…

It goes back to what I said a week or two ago; life is about relationships.

Wow, nice wandering rant there huh?

Witty, heartfelt, snarky, self-defacing comment here trolls…

~Caleb

Friday, November 26, 2010

Give it some meaning, give me some time, or just take responsibility for it all

I am pretty much done.

With all of it.

The drama, the wondering, the lies, the bullshit, just, all of it.

She wants me to grow up? Well then watch me grow the fuck up baby-girl…

You got one shot left, as unfair, and selfish and even mean as it may seem to you, for me to ask this of you, I only ask it because, you’re not as stupid as you’re telling yourself, and if you have ever known yourself, then you know what you want in the end, and if you want me in the end, then you’ll need to want me in the now, because I’m not a trampoline or a safe bet or the comfort zone, or even just the nice guy you can fall back on, I am me, and I have my own needs and wants, and if all that comes from our romance is you having me to fall back on, while you go and play around with other people, and in a real sense, degrade yourself, all while expecting me to just sit here and do my little thing, and be tormented and wounded, and heartbroken time and again, until you make up your mind, if you expect me to just do that for you, you’ve got a whole other thing coming.

I’ve been hurt too many times, and while I would honestly wish to spare you the pain I’ve had, the wounds I’ve endured, and even the drama, and the stress, maybe you need to remember what its like to realize that the person you care most about, or like most, is wounding you deeply…

O, is a meh kind of guy, all things considered, he doesn’t seem mean or cruel, at least not from what I can tell, but he’s HARDLY the best guy you’ve met, since he moved in on you more than once, while you where STILL in a relationship with me, and say what you will, but ANY guy who can’t show even the smallest measure of respect for either a girl or a guy in a relationship, with his actions, however kind or friendly they may have started out as, when you start to cross certain lines, not matter how “harmless” they may seem, they are still lines that should not be crossed, and they show a lack of character and respect for all people concerned, including oneself.

But I can’t judge too harshly, I mean, I’ve never met the guy, but then all I can really and honestly judge, all I WILL judge, is his actions, and I must say, his actions are kinda suckish over all.

You once said that the thing you loved most about me, as a “southern boy” was that I was loyal, and had more respect for you and others than most of the guys you’ve ever met, and you know what, that’s still true, I DO have more respect for you and others, when compared to some of the people you’ve met recently, all based on what you’ve told me yourself.

I’ve not changed too much, I was always loyal to you, and I still hold my normal level of respect for you, the extra respect I had, is currently in reserve due to the change in our relationship, and your recent behavior, but you know what really baffles me at this point?

Why would you pretty much abandon me, the guy you love(ed) who was so different from all that you’d been exposed to growing up, just to go and hawk after some dude who seems to be splitting the difference between me, the apparent gold standard, and the shit-face that you dated for 3 years in high school?

Call me biased, but even with that possible disclaimer, logically speaking, why would you downgrade?

I still love you, but if our romance dies, and dies for good, it will be you who kills it L, not me.

I’ll just be the one stuck with the broken pieces of my heart to live with for the rest of my life…

Bullshit n noise, I will endure, somehow.

~Caleb

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Blank is a bad part of the mind to be stuck in

Either I am suffering from too little, or too much emotion right now.

Given the last week or three, I am reaching a “critical mass” moment, on all levels, the stress and uncertainty is likely starting to become detrimental to my health, and I know deep down that if this goes on long enough, its going to start killing me.


God help me I love her, but she wants to go off and do shit, a lot of which she should KNOW is bad news, some of which she knows first hand is bad, and I know first hand, from having done it, and seen it and been right the fuck next to it, is nothing but playing Russian roulette with a half loaded gun.

I understand she needs to redefine her view of the world, but the actions she’s speaking of taking… Regardless of if I am her boy friend, or just her friend, or hell, even a detached observer, I can see that, based on what she has said and started to do, the path she’s looking down is not the path to a redefining, but a total overhaul and or tearing down of ones view of the world and the possible destruction of oneself, when it CLEARLY is not needed.


I blame her parents for this shit.


They did next to nothing to train or prepare her for the now total freedom she has, then they cut her off, almost completely, only tossing her the barest crumbs of attention, and they have done the barest of jobs supporting her.

The fucking ass-hats.


Now she is convinced that for her to fly, she needs to fall, and that she can’t have any help from anyone else, because that would “make her weak” which is bullshit, no one can do it all, without any help, it’s impossible, we all rely on others, to one extent or another, on one level or another, and having someone you can trust with your life, that trusts you in like manner, there to help, advise, and learn with you, no matter where they are, is invaluable.

Would that I had been lucky enough to have had someone like that every time I needed them, but I did not.

CLEARLY, the smart thing for a person to do, in her place, would be to lean on that person who is both willing, able and longing to be there for them, who is willing to make mistakes, and learn and grow, with the measure of safety that having that trusted person there for you, right?


She does not see it like that.


I have no REAL clue why, and while I can respect the ideal, and the drive, and even part of the logic, I can not fully understand it, and I sure as HELL don’t like it…

Choices need to be made, in fact, choices WILL be made, and then…


Well, I will cross whichever bridge I come to, when I come to it, not before…



Oh, and “Happy” Thanksgiving.

~Caleb

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

how does one deal with this kind of thing?

so, long story short, I and my Girl Friend in New York, are officially done and over.

thankfully it wasn't a blow up, but we had reached a stage in our relationship where with the growth we both needed, we either needed to be closer, or further apart, and since we could not reconcile everything and see eye to eye on all matters, we agreed that we would still be friends, and then maybe try again at a later time.

its all good right?

Well... not at this point, I'm in misery, she seems to have transitioned seamlessly, and now, I've gotten word that she's in the hospital, sick, for some unknown reason, and the doctors think it might be her liver, and her father died from liver cancer just this last July...

I'm about one bad turn from going stark raving mad.

No joke.

if I never post anything here again, its because Im in an asylum or dead



[EDIT]

Well, it wasn't all THAT bad, but... it wasn't good either...

Apparently, she's acquired an eating disorder, the doctors ran a ton of tests, and realized that she was malnourished, which after talking to her, they diagnosed her with "possible anorexia and/or bulimia" so they pumped some stuff into her, gave her crackers and water, then sent her home with instructions to eat small meals every few hours, and sleep as much as she can for the rest of the week...


there is WAY too much going on at the moment with her, and with me, and even yes, with us, for me to even begin to write about it, here or any where really, but I will be commenting on it, as I can, and compiling it...

In the mean time...


I fucking hate life right now, because it sucks like a whore due to how unfair and hard it is, for no REAL apparent reason...


BUT!

The sun is till shining somewhere, and I'm still breathing...

I will endure.

~Caleb

Sunday, November 21, 2010

25 for 25... almost...

1. Who was your FIRST prom date?

Amanda C.

2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?

no

3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?

Miller Light

4. What was your FIRST job?

uhhh... Neighborhood yard/trash guy xD

5. What was your FIRST car?

1988 Chevorlet Caprice Wagon

6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?

Twitter

7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?

... Her...

8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?

My mom

9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?

California

10. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk?

Paul Fleck, and sadly no...

11. Where was your FIRST sleepover?

Paul's

12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?

my youngest brother

13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?

my grandfathers 2nd wedding

14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?

Help my dad fix the broken pipe under the sink

15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?

Bleach

16. FIRST tattoo?

a guitar pick with the words "Music = Love = Life" on it, on my right shoulder

17. FIRST piercing?

N/A.

18. FIRST foreign country you went to?

Mexico

19. FIRST movie you remember seeing in the theater?

Days of Thunder, yes, I love racing that much, I was 5 xD

20. FIRST Detention you had?

I smarted off to a fellow classmate cause she was being a testy annoying little bitch whore, and then she cried her ass off to the teacher, who had it in for me anyways...

21. What was the FIRST state you lived in?

Texas!

22. If you had one wish. What would it be?

Is wishing for more wishes an option, cause I would, there are a few things I'd like to rectify and change, as well as a few personal things Id like


23. What is something you would learn if you had the chance?

French or Spanish, if not both

24. Who do you think will be the next person to post this?

I dont really care

25. What is the craziest thing you'd like to do?

hmm... Fly an old Jet fighter?

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Resetting the board

Once more, or rather, per the norm, I have no good way to start this…

We’re really just friends now.

No… Not quite right…

We’re over, but there’s still a shot.

Good enough.

Which it seems, either one of us where or rather, are… where…

Hmm… Something that is both present, AND past tense…

I’m not good enough, she’s not good enough, we where not good enough.

Yeah.

Really it was the behavior that did it, and for that, while the bulk of the total amount of detrimental behavior is indeed mine, I will for the moment be childish, and even immature and say, that she started it.

And yet, I will maintain that it was not entirely her fault, and that I don’t really blame her for it all, although I will lay some of the blame at her feet, for where we are now…

We’re both single now, still friends, but single, and come new years, I will have my next, best, and likely last shot to win her back.

I am both excited, terrified, and hopeful for this new year…

L, you could make or break me in just over 40 days.

DO you realize the power you hold?

I don’t think you do…

But more on all of that later…

The sun is still shining, and I’m still here.

I will endure!

~Caleb

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Who cares if they see you cry, just make sure they see you walk away.

Well, it looks like we’re done.

Seems she might have decided to move on, and found a new guy to tickle her fancy.

Some random musical theater student from Canada is who she thinks she fancies now, and I honestly hope she finds or figures out what she’s looking for, because I know that while I found what I wanted and needed, it seems it was only for a season, for the time that I needed it, and she needed me to be whatever it is I was to her, and you know what?

I regret nothing.

And to be honest, I’m done too, I need to move on, and I need to find my center again, be it with someone else or alone, and I currently would prefer to be alone for a short time, because if I can’t be happy alone, then how can I be happy with someone else?

Its just a bad idea to think that another person can fix all your problems, like some magic cure-all because if you can’t address your own issues, you will only dump them onto someone else, and that’s just how that works, even if you’re doing good, you will still have your flaws and troubles, it is the way of the world and human nature, we are all imperfect, but the hope is that in finding that someone special, you and that person, make each other better people, because you are two halves of a whole, and only when whole can a person be anywhere close to being perfect, which, is indeed unattainable, and yet, is the goal we must set, if we do not wish to degrade into nothing more than a poor sad excuse for a human being.

Honestly, I guess I knew it was either over, or heading for over, some time ago, when she just started not communicating like she used to, and was being slightly evasive with what few explanations she gave, and yes, I did not help things by almost having a total and utter breakdown and freaking out, but even so, it was likely my heart, reacting to the same signs I’d seen too many times before, to simply ignore out of hand.

And I don’t blame her, not totally, that would be unfair.

I DO however lay the lions share of the fault, to circumstances, fuck’em all I say, but then circumstances are not the be all end all, and so on that note, I do in fact lay some blame, squarely on her shoulders, take my own part of the blame, of equal or greater value, and then leave the rest on the roadside of this thing called life, because it is funny, heartrending, mean, and in it’s own way, both fair, and unfair to us all, and it is at the heart of the matter, what we can make of it.

I want to say more, but I simply haven’t the words, so for now, I am, and will always be, myself, take me or leave me, love me or hate me, just don’t call me late for dinner dishonest, or worthless, because I’m no better or worse than anyone else, just different, and I’m cool with that.

Deuces n laters,

~Caleb

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

the sun still shines, even in the dark

Never allow the thing that you have within you, to ever be crushed by others, no matter who they might be, ever.


For me, this thing is a two fold outlet, Writing, as I write both music, and stories, and with it, I find my release, and my composure, my refuge and my strength.


Find that one thing you do, that comes from within, and hold it dear, it is what may define you for the world one day.



Short update, get over it.


Blarg!

~Caleb

The five mistakes to avoid (or make up for) in a relationship

This is going to be my take on all the relational advice that can be had just about anywhere on the internet, no matter your flavor, be it google, yahoo or MSN, if you follow their websites at all or any of their daily “spotlights” on their respective homepages, sooner or later you’ll see some article listing any given number of things on relationships, from the five signs that you’re a bad friend, to the seven milestones on a good romance, or anything else you can think of, regarding relationships and the countless (or so it seems) intricacies that make up their workings.

Given the fact that I'm a bit of a people watcher, have seen WAY too many TV shows and movies, played more than a few Video games, and have had a wide range of relationships (and endings there of) I feel that while hardly an expert on the subject (THERE IS NO SUCH THING!) I am nonetheless in a position, to at least offer my thoughts on the matter, as I also am fairly good at picking apart things, and at reading and reviewing history and the actions that where taken in the past, and forming up ideas and options on how things work, and why things happen as they do, and even, in some cases how to avoid unpleasantness.

Also, this will REALLY be more than five, as I’ll do a list for both genders, rather than two lists, or a total a unisex list, as doing something so unified, or separated, about the stupidest thing I’ve ever witnessed in all my trolling, since CLEARLY, males and females are NOT THE SAME BEAST, at all, aside from both being human, and having a few of the same basic needs that go along with that, so while there is some overlap, there is enough that does not to warrant some separation.

Since I am a bit chauvinistic, and old school chivalrous, (for you ultra mega liberals, read: sexist) and basically, a male, (gasp!) I’ll start with the ladies first, and then work my way into guys, since yes, there are some things that apply to both sides of the relational coin, AND while I still believe that a shotgun method isn’t the smartest, it does make some sense, however the application of said points, will not be the same for both genders

SO item the first, DO NOT:

1.) Take your partner for granted, ever.

Right here we see likely the biggest complaint of long-term relationships that go sour, despite years of relations (your context/mileage may vary) and an assumed, well established base, the simple fact is, people change, not at their core, not in their heart, but the other things, tastes, ideas, options, perceptions, all the secondary stuff that helps define a person, can, and many times, will change, for example; Say a person loves a certain kind of music more than any other. Then they hear something else, and it sparks their interest, from there interest turns into a preference in taste. No big deal right? Well… yes and no, one’s taste in music is hardly an earth shaking change, but the principle stands that when you buy them a Jay-Z album, and they have migrated over to say the southern or alt rock scene and would RATHER get a Buckcherry or 3 Doors Down CD, there is the simple fact that they may feel like you’re not paying attention, and you feel like you don’t know them anymore, all it is really, is that one of you changed, and the other one wasn’t involved enough to catch it, and the person that changed, didn’t speak up and inform the other of the change.

In all of life, communication is the key, and that’s why this is the first point.

For girls, this means, DON’T ASSUME HE KNOWS WHAT YOUR THINKING! Especially when there are times, you yourself don’t even know what the hell is going on inside your own head, and don’t get mad at me, a dude, saying that about girls, but if you can be perfectly honest with yourself for a few minuets, you’ll realize that on some level, I'm right, and trust me, I can say that for two reasons, one, it’s the way you girls act sometimes, and two, I’ve heard lots of girls admit that there are times, the feel like they are crazy psycho bitches and they have no clue why, and they don’t like it.

Chalk it up to God, evolution and Mother Nature playing a nasty trick on you with the way your brain reacts to the hormones your body makes. And guys deal with that to a much lesser extent as well girls, so we can’t judge you too harshly (even though we likely will)

Guys, I’m calling you all out, and I’m preaching to myself here too, DON’T THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU MENTION IT IN PASSING, SHE HAS REGESTERED IT AS YOUR HOLY WRIT! Realize guys that you need to open your freaking mouth and tell her stuff, and on the other side of it, when a girl says “we need to talk” she does NOT always mean, “there is a problem” Yes we’re wired to fix things, and talking is the first step to that end, but holy testacies on a gram cracker boys, just because God gave you tools between your legs, does not mean that talking is when we need to think with the one between our ears to the point that the one between our legs takes over and we act like ass-hats.

Bearing in mind, when a guy wants to talk about a personal problem, we come at it from the side, mention it in passing, while occupying our hands and our minds, distracting them long enough for our heart to take its chance and expose the issue, and mostly we just want to make another person aware of the fact that, we’re not almighty all powerful great wonderful fixer up’ers of the world that we would love to be.

As a rule, we want some empathy, and some direct, simple advice on the matter, and then we want to move on from the subject onto the next thing, and if we should be able to dig deeper into the matter, and really talk it out, girls, don’t bitch if we talk at length about the matter and totally disassemble every fucking detail to the point where YOU wonder who has the tits ass and uterus in the relationship.

Its very hard for us guys to totally level with you girls, if we do it, then it is because we trust you, and value your input, because we care about you on some level that is meaningful to us.

Do NOT ignore abuse or squander that… Ever.

Item the second, DO NOT:

2.) Allow the lines of communication to break down or become slow.

Okay, since I devoted a WHOLE blog post to this recently, I won’t waste time covering all of that ground again, but, I will add this, as I mentioned and hinted at above, make sure you are clear with your words, and pay attention to what is going on and being said around you.

Also, realize that, as I hinted at before, guys and girls communicate in different ways, and for different reasons, and even at different times and in specific contexts, so be aware of yourself and how you prefer to communicate, and how your relationships interact with you and others.

Item the third, DO NOT:

3.) Be overly enthusiastic about a member of the opposite sex, other than your significant other .

This one…

Okay, let me say that from personal experience, there is a RIGHT way, and a WRONG way to tell your significant other about your new acquaintance or co-worker or classmate or random friend, and this is coming from being on BOTH ends of this equation, as the sender and the receiver of such an exchange.

Girls, make sure than when telling your guy about the funny interesting, guy you met at (insert context here) and how much you two may or may not have in common, that you keep it short, simple and sweet, and that you don’t allow your voice to bubble and that your not gushing.

When we as guys hear that bubbly gushing girly enthusiasm, we equate it to interest, and while you might in fact be interested in that other person, because they are, well, interesting, (mostly due to the fact that they are someone/thing NEW) and that’s about all of your vested interest, we are, as males, severely handicapped in understanding the subtleties between common human interest, and anything even approaching romantic, or sexual or emotional interest.

We also are hardwired to be jealous, territorial and extremely protective over our mates and or partners (be the context plural or singular, romantic or simply associational) and when that part of the male mind that DEMANDS faithfulness kicks in, kiddo’s girls can talk about being “Fierce” all they want, but there are not too many tales of singular, or even group based bad-assery that involve women.

I mean, really now, the book, and movie “300” was inspired by a real event, and I didn’t see a single pair of boobs or any luscious girl legs out there, it was a bunch of smelly oily sweaty MEN who kicked ass, took names, and in the end, gave their lives for their family’s their city, and the ideals they held dear.

I'm not saying girls can’t be brave, I’m just saying, guys are more likely to do it, do it right, and do it epically.

As well as stupidly, but that’s something else altogether.

Guy’s, you know better than to talk at length about some other woman from wherever that you hit it off with and that you maybe thought about fucking for all of five seconds then realized she was pretty cool just to talk to and that you already have a girl, and you sure as HELL know that you just keep it as simple as possible, and if queried, you paint the other girl in as neutral and bland a light as possible.

It should be automatic really, but I figured if one guy will loose his dammed mind and make his girl feel like she doesn’t measure up, any of us could do it.

And that REALLY is the heart of the matter, we as people both guys n girls, need to be reassured that we are good enough, guys will compete amongst themselves, we do it because its fun, but when girls compare us to each other, that sparks the primal urges and it boils down to sex, who gets it and who doesn’t, and when girls even HINT at comparing guys in a sexual manner…

Yipe girl, are you TRYING to get someone killed?

And guys, are you TRYING to break a girls already naturally fragile sense of self-esteem and self worth?

Why not just be a true dick, punch her in the face and call her a slut then leave?

CLEARLY, I’m being a tad more sarcastic than might be needed, but then, isn’t that the point of this little bit here? Oh wait, that’s the NEXT part!

Item the fourth, DO NOT:

4.) Be needlessly mean or taunting.

Now understand, I love sarcasm, I finding highly entertaining, and fun, and it’s a big part of how I talk and interact with others, but honestly, even I know when to knock it down a notch, or even just not use it.

Not everyone does, and when you don’t it comes across as being needlessly mean or cruel or taunting, and while there ARE times that it is funny, there are times when you might as well take a gun and shoot the other person in the face and be done with it, because that’s about how it feels to be subjected to needless “playful banter” and while you may think its all in good fun, the moment the other person asks you to stop, don’t think they are just playing along, many times, they are trying to be nice in telling you to go and fuck yourself.

Girls, understand that the male psyche is a narrow, but INCREDIBLY deep thing, Girls you know you can be deep, but you are much more spread out in your emotions and feelings and thoughts, guys are NOT as simple as you might think, we’re likely deeper in most ways, but less varied in the ground we’ll cove with that depth, whereas you ladies are pretty consistent in how deeply you go into things over all.

Item the fifth, DO NOT:

5.) Stay angry.

Seriously. Don’t do it.

It solves nothing, gets you worked up, keeps you worked up, is unhealthy, both emotionally, and physically, and it only makes an already bad situation worse, every single time, unless you WANT to really mess someone up over something, and if you’re at that point, I would hope it is in the context of some sort of conflict where you or someone close to you has been wronged, and the person your mad at honestly deserves to get blow’d the fuck up over it.

And if you can’t identify if you’re in that kind if situation, then you need to get your head checked out kiddo.

In closing;

Remember in all of this, that we’re all just people, human beings, and as such, we’re not perfect, we just all, by and large, are doing the best we can, and we make mistakes CONSTANTLY, but everything I’ve mentioned to this point, is a kindness we all should be able to afford, is very considerate to both others and yourself, and really is just plain smart, because if you can either avoid or correct for the above mistakes, you can reduce both your own stress, and the stress for someone else, and that’s a bit of mercy we all can enjoy I think.

Shits n giggles, and snarky obscure sci-fi references ppl,

~Caleb

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Why invisibility should NOT be a superpower…

I have an interesting way to start THIS rant…

This following bit is taken from an IM chat from not too long ago, names have been changed to protect people, and all that jazz, content has not been changed, but corrections have been inserted and noted.

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From Windows Live Messenger:
Athena says (2:27 AM):
e_e

Sgt. Pepper says (2:27 AM):
yes, I am always trying to be 10 steps ahead of everyone

Athena says (2:27 AM):
It only works if they're not aware of what you're trying to do.

Sgt. Pepper says (2:28 AM):
I never am, but then I am normally about 4 ahead of everyone
no, sometimes it works even when they are aware
but then Im thinking about 50 steps ahead then
xD
anywhoz
posting

Athena says (2:28 AM):
You're preaching to the choir here.

Sgt. Pepper says (2:28 AM):
xD
hahahahaaha
WHERES YOUR GONWE???

Athena says (2:29 AM):
My whowhat?

Sgt. Pepper says (2:29 AM):
gown
the thing you wear when your in a choir
xD

Athena says (2:29 AM):
Hilarious. Go. Post.

Sgt. Pepper says (2:29 AM):
I spelled it the way a choir leader I knew pronounced it xD
xD

Athena says (2:29 AM):
Hahahaha

Sgt. Pepper says (2:30 AM):
oh my
now Im talking like Shrek xD

Athena says (2:30 AM):
Focus. xD

Sgt. Pepper says (2:30 AM):
hahahahahahaha
too late
xD

Sgt. Pepper says (2:40 AM):
posted

Athena says (2:40 AM):
Mk.

Athena says (2:54 AM):
...my roommate is talking in her sleep again.
I have no idea what she's saying.

Sgt. Pepper says (2:54 AM):
xD

Sgt. Pepper says (2:55 AM):
herrmmm

Sgt. Pepper says (2:56 AM):
trolls be trollen

Athena says (2:56 AM):
Ehh?

Sgt. Pepper says (2:56 AM):
my blogg

Athena says (2:56 AM):
You have trolls on your blog?

Sgt. Pepper says (2:56 AM):
someone posted a comment on it last night
life trolls
that have found me online it seems...
gawddammit

Athena says (2:57 AM):
How does that even happen? xD

Sgt. Pepper says (2:57 AM):
hey, you had a wake up on Fb just a little bit ago
networking’s a cool thing
a pain in my ass sometimes
but its a neat little thing

Athena says (2:58 AM):
Huh? A wake-up?

Sgt. Pepper says (2:58 AM):
the cell number deal on Facebook?

Athena says (2:58 AM):
Oh yeah, that.
Well, now there's no one on my friend's list that doesn't already have my phone number, so... xD

Sgt. Pepper says (2:59 AM):
lol
well
lets just say that if my guess is right
and my logic is pretty sound so Im going to assume it is
a former friend found me on FB
and then by proxy
my blog
and commented

Sgt. Pepper says (3:00 AM):
in defense of she who shall not be named

Athena says (3:00 AM):
There's a reason I haven't revealed the existence of my new blog to the whole facebook community. Yet.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:00 AM):
hmm

Sgt. Pepper says (3:00 AM):
personally I dont give a flying rat fuck either way

Sgt. Pepper says (3:01 AM):
I just think that if one is going to comment and "confront" someone about something

Athena says (3:01 AM):
See, that's another one of those peculiar expressions I will never hear again in my life. xD

Sgt. Pepper says (3:01 AM):
have the goddammed balls to do it face to face or in some personal way, and not by b eing snyde (snide*-ed) via the internet

Athena says (3:01 AM):
They take comfort in anonymity.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:02 AM):
thats one from my mom if you can believe it

Athena says (3:02 AM):
lol wow.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:02 AM):
yeah, since the commenter and my self used to be pretty good friends at one point, I could understand why
given if I apply a whole slew of character flaws to the equation

Sgt. Pepper says (3:03 AM):
which, given recent history, also makes perfect sense
I personally feel that at this point,
the one major issue with humanity as a whole
is that there are too many humans in it

Athena says (3:03 AM):
I think that anonymity is generally a cop-out.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:03 AM):
yes, I do realize how that sounds

Sgt. Pepper says (3:04 AM):
ya think?
its insurance against being wrong

Athena says (3:04 AM):
It's a way to have opinions without consequences, which is ridiculous.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:04 AM):
there are ALWAYS consequences
peoird (*Period-ED)

Athena says (3:04 AM):
Unless no one can figure out it was you.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:05 AM):
*period
pish
I wasnt born yesterday
anyone who treats me as such, is a bigger fool than they take me for

Athena says (3:05 AM):
I think it's generally a good idea to take responsibility for one's ideas.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:05 AM):
Id say thats true

Athena says (3:05 AM):
If they feel the urge to throw it out there, they should at least have the guts to claim it.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:06 AM):
Id also take it one step further and say, that if one cannot own up to one's ideas, or stances on something, then they have no right to express them to start with

Athena says (3:06 AM):
Exactly.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:06 AM):
amen to that

Athena says (3:06 AM):
And I don't think that internet aliases the way we do it counts.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:06 AM):
lol, heaven help anyone who corsses (*crosses-ED) us on a subjest (*Subjects-ED) we're agreed upon

Athena says (3:07 AM):
That's mainly so that creepers don't find me. xD

Sgt. Pepper says (3:07 AM):
xD
well see
there is the perfect example of a fine line
there is a distinct fine, and very thin fragile line between protecting oneself

Sgt. Pepper says (3:08 AM):
and out right hiding
if you had an idea
and claimed it
and used the name you put it out there with

Athena says (3:08 AM):
Well, for me, I draw the distinction because I don't treat people without respect under the guise of an alias.
Also, I claim my own ideas.

Sgt. Pepper says (3:08 AM):
then you claim it, as that aspect of your person, and have taken responsibility (*responsibility-ED) for it
indeed

Sgt. Pepper says (3:09 AM):
same point, differing views
same conclusion
I GOTTA use this for a future post in my blog
xD

Athena says (3:09 AM):
Hahahaha

Sgt. Pepper says (3:09 AM):
I'll edit your name, dont worry
lol

Athena says (3:10 AM):
lol thanks


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As you can see, I do in fact pay attention, and I do also in fact believe in responsibility, in all forms, and I will also say that when there is any kind of conflict, one MUST know where one stands in the matter and why, and to hide behind the shield of invisibility as a nameless or faceless voice of whatever on the internet, or over any other form of contact and communication, and I personally prefer that people be honest and speak plainly.


Which is to say, if you are not in direct contact with the primary entities of a conflict, DO NOT JUMP INTO THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF THE EXCHANGE YOU GODDAMMED IDIOT!

Yes, I’m yelling, at YOU, reading this now, but rest assured that I am also yelling this at myself, because I jumped into the middle of an exchange once, not to very long ago, and it was what touched off the dirty bitch slap of a poor troubled and fucked up young woman, who had at once point, been my best friend.

I told that “lady” to fuck herself on this very blog a few days ago.
I have not, nor will I anytime soon, change my stance.

As you can surmise, I prefer to face my conflicts and the people that are at the center of them, head on, and if I must take on a bunch of fringe issues and people to do it, then let me dispel ALL misconceptions; I will fucking take on you AND your silly army of supporters, one on one, so the line forms to your right if you’re a friend, and to your left if you’re here to fight, pillows for your knees can be found next to you, so grab one, pucker up, and suck it shit-heads, I got plenty of junk dangling between my ears and my legs to fuck you up, any way, any time, any place, and any fucking reason.


Balls. I have them. And I use them for more than making my voice a nice baritone.
~Caleb

All I have to say about this is…

Once more, starting this entry, I find that, I am unsure as to how to start.
Likely cause I’m unsure as to what the subject or content values will be in this entry…


I’m sorry.


Okay that’ll work.


This is now going to be a kind of letter of apology now that I think about it for a moment, and that’s fine.

L, I’m sorry for all that mess.

I’m not going to dig too deep into what I’m apologizing for, mostly because I’ve already done that in person over the phone, and we’ve hopefully move past that whole mess, I know I’d like to, and am trying to get away from the mindset that put us there, and honestly it’s hard, very hard sometimes, but I’m making the effort, I’m pushing onward, and doing my best to grow up some more, in the areas that you need, that I need, to grow up in, I need to grow more in certain ways, and the fact that I’m aware of it, and am trying, is in and of it’s self, a step forward that anyone can hopefully understand and appreciate.


But I feel that I must say, here at least, that I was wrong, and that while you are not wholly to blame, you did have your part in everything, because that’s what a relationship such as ours is; two equal parts of a whole, and I will in fact, do the right thing, man up, and say that I was the one who did the most, and hold the most responsibility in the last major conflict we had.

And for that, I am, wholly and deeply sorry, more than you will ever know, I am all but broken over what happened, and all I can truly do is what you have asked of me, all I can do, is try harder, do better, and just love you with all I am, and in all honesty, its all I’ve ever really been able to do.


So I will keep doing it, and doing it, until I breathe my last.


And no matter what happens, I will endure, if not only for your sake, then for my own.

Love peace n chicken grease,
~Caleb

Sunday, November 7, 2010

“Break” the present tense of “Broken” the pretext to "Break up"

For someone who struggles with starting his therapeutic rants, I find that this one is in fact rather EASY to start.

What is the meaning of life?

Well, the core of our very existence, pretty much on any and every level as human beings, is relationships.

The core of ANY relationship is communication.

The basis for communication is contact.

The reason for contact, is intrest.

The root of interest is attraction.

And the reason for attraction, is to initiate…

Drum roll PLEASE!

~Explosive drum roll!~

RELATIONSHIPS!


Holy fucking shit-faced cock twisted bitch slapping Mother Teresa on a godammed saltine cracker…

With Cheddar Cheese dipping sauce I might add.



Ask any over paid, under educated, cheap suit or sweater wearing sociologist, psychologist, behaviorist, therapist, or any other number of ist’s gist’s and the rest of the liberal arts graduates who specialize in the fucked up study of human nature, and behavior, and one of the very first things they will tell you, is that any healthy relationship is built upon two key factors; Communication and Trust.

They will also tell you, that ultimately, for any MEANINGFUL relations between persons, you cannot have one without the other.


Digging into this just a bit, because I really don’t want to go totally in-depth, we can surmise that every form of communication that we as humans use, is important, even more so in our flashy sci-fi dream driven world of e-mail, text messages and web-cams.

Gone are the days of long sought after letters from a loved one or friend from far over the horizon, now we can write to one another just about anywhere, a message as long or short as we so chouse, with links to news, pictures and videos, or even the content itself IN the message.

We can now talk to a person, voice to ear, dammed near anyplace on earth, at pretty much any time we so wish it to be, press a few buttons and ka-bam-o, you’re talking, your texting, your e-mailing, you’re video chatting, all at the speed of electricity and energy waves.


Fast forward someone from 20 years ago, and show them all this amazing shit, and they’d SWEAR it was either A) a utopian society ripped from the annals of Sci-Fi-dom, or B) fucking magic.

Yeah they had Cell phones in the 80’s but they where little more than slimmed down crappy walkie-talkie’s that could phone home on occasion, but nothing on the order of what we now take for granted now and days.


And its not just the simple act of talking that’s gone uber-tech on crack.

Oh yeah. Here it comes, cover the eyes and ears of the little ones.

Sex.


You can have an affare with a person 2000 miles away, and in some places, get away with it, because there’s still the issue of distance and physicality and such.


If you want to nit-pick that, fine, but the simple fact is, an orgasm is an orgasm, and an orgasm along in masturbation, fine and dandy, normal and healthy blah blah, bullshit n noise, you’ve heard all of that, but then an orgasm shared and or caused and or in anyway shared with another human, is, in most basic terms, sex.

Intercourse, oral, anal, digit, dry hump, or web cam, if you and someone else are aroused, ascend, plateau, climax, and then refrain, (or any of those really) together in ANY fashion, then congrats, you’ve just had sexual relations, that is, your relationship was under the influence, guise, context and or otherwise the overall purview of sex.




Having said all of that, it should be clear where I’m about to go.


When there is a break in communication, a ripple, a stoppage, a lessening or disruption of any kind, then all kinds of things can happen.

The most common is the classic “huh?” moment, which we all have, all the time, every day, no big deal.


Next is the “say what?” or “what was that?” about the same as above, a tad more impactful, because it tends to lead to some overlap in the exchange, which will lead to some confusion, but is of course, no massive big deal, and it tends to get worked out pretty quickly and without fuss.


The above examples are of course, everyday things that are not on purpose, they just happen, it’s a part of life.


However, other ripples, hic-ups and other such break downs in communication, can range from technology not quite working as it should, (which is far more common than you might think) to intentional breaks on the flow or exchange of thoughts, ideas, and meanings.

It is the intentional stoppages, that will harm a relationship, if there is no reason or rhyme to it given, and in its essence a form of abuse, however THAT is in the extreme cases where someone is TRYING to hurt another, by cutting them off.



We as humans are gifted with speech, and creative output, art, music, and yes, technology, the ways, and manner, and speed with which we can exchange ideas, thoughts, and information is simply staggering.

We must endeavor to use them all, to the best of our ability.


We must also not forget that sometimes, many times, shit happens.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

If I knew who wrote the book of love, I’d murder that shit-head

Once more, I’ve no clue how to start this…

Eloquently at least.


Fuck you Christina.

Yeah, that’ll work…


For the last five years, I have poured myself into a set of relationships that I had started in College, the REAL start of my social, and I’d even say, emotional and adult life, I mean, I didn’t fucking GO to high school, all the rules and norms and perceptions that a person forages in high school, I never got to do, none of it, my social exposure during what many would call their “formative years” was limited to church, and let me tell you this: Christians are both better and worse than any other people group you can care to name…
(Yeah I’ll name a few just for the sake of argument and because I'm in THAT kind of mood ((You who know me better than the average Joe/Jane know what I mean and are rolling your eyes)))


Islamic extremists?
Fuck em’ but goddammit, at least you KNOW they hate you, and many times, why (Not going into THAT here and now, maybe one day, but not today) so while you’re still kinda shocked that they blew themselves the fuck up, to kill you and you’re family, if you’re reasonably smart, and somewhat educated (beyond the “norm” that is) you understand why, and even, if you are able to get outside yourself somewhat, you can even respect them, on some primal level, I guess.


Jews?
Gotta love on the Jews, because honestly, despite all the preconceived ideas that linger about them (many of which are either flat out wrong, or grossly perverted), by and large, all the Jews I’ve met are decent folks, a tad socially awkward in certain contexts, but hell, aren’t we all?


Black people?
Not being racist here, what I mean is people of color who foolishly buy into the whole “Ebony culture” spiel and are at their core, cry-baby racists who love to play the victim cause they don’t know any better sadly, and who feel that ANYONE with a lighter skin tone than themselves, or anyone of a truly mixed origin, owes them every fucking cent they have to their name, and should bend over and lick their feet while getting gang-banged in the ass for all of the “Oppression” and all that shit. Thankfully, that isn’t all black people, but any racist, regardless of race, is one too many.

Dammed near 10% of the US population, the better part of half a generation of men, of all colors, DIED because of you people and the fucking greedy elitist’ shit-heads that where running the dammed northern Yankee states, who felt that the south had too much money, never mind that in the goddammed US Constitution there was the provision to visit the slavery issue and end it peacefully, since the industrial revolution was starting up full force in the US, and was about to spell the END of Slavery as a profitable endeavor ANYWAYS… That’s another rant for another time, but for real, racial equality WOULD be achieved if all the “Minority” would just grow the fuck up, and DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN BITCH ABOUT RACISIM! Sexual equality is the NEXT Civil rights frontier people, and ya know what? Fuck that shit, we all people, children of god, citizens of the earth, human beings, same as everything else on this dirt ball swinging around a massive nuclear detonation in the vastness of space.



My point in all of this?


Fuck you Christina ###### ####### #######, you are an emotional, and now physical whore. Fuck you and your bastard prick pastor manwhore father, and your goofy ditz of a mother, and you know what? You DESERVE your asshole lying prick of a hobbit husband


I spent the better part of five years as your friend, in sharing life, as a “Christian” in a Christian student club, we talked everything from God and the bible to cooking music and relationships, and in the end, when we found out how stupid we all where (us and all our peers in that little group of social misfits) to have our heads so far up each others asses and the clouds, trying to “walk the Christian path” we both, for a season that was far too short, realized that in the end, its not about if you drink or smoke or fuck or whatever, (although that IS somewhat important, in a roundabout fashion) but that life is indeed, at its core, about the relationships.

Our relationships are very important, indeed, the MOST important things, our relationship with the earth, with God, with our fellow humans, THAT is what life is about, that right there.


And then… The penny dropped.

You either lost your fucking mind (most likely given the amount of medications you where/are on) or you at last dropped all the pretenses, and showed your true colors.


You fucked me over the back of the head with a jackhammer, over a simple mistake I made, due to my… God help me, because of my love for you…


I hope you find this, or it finds you, and that it HAUNTS YOUR FAT, Puerto Rican ASS!

I would have destroyed myself for you, and you took the most stupid single bullshit thing I did in our WHOLE RELATIONSHIP and then told me to fuck myself.


But you did leave me with one little haunting nugget of insight, which I will forever, both hate and love you for…

It seems you where right about L…


Ya’ know? While I pride myself with not adding to your infidelity, I do almost regret not fucking you blind that night when I had the chance, because despite your assertion that you were not going to have sex with me, even as we laid in your BROTHERS bed, and held each other close, and made out while sharing our deepest and darkest secrets, I could see it in your fucking blue green eyes, that if I had touched you just right and made a half assed attempt, you would have spread like a fucking hooker and moaned like one too, cause I KNOW you ain’t been fucked proper in your whole life.


And now to the source of this.


L.


God, L…




The single most beautiful, smart, funny, sarcastic, girly, slightly strange, nerdy and fuck me stupid, SEXY girl I’ve ever known.

I loved you like people only DREAM about loving, every fucking love song EVER written is shit in hand compared to how I felt, and still feel about you, and once again, as the trend has been my in my whole romantic life, you’re going to leave me.

I’m just not quite good enough for you, now that you’re on your way to wherever the hell you’re going, and I do indeed wish you the best, I want the best for you, and I guess that I’m not part of that, and the sad part is, you lied to me, not meaning to I don’t think, honestly, I don’t think you meant to, it just kinda happened, and you won’t admit it for whatever reason one could care to hang it on.


Forever, no matter what, suddenly doesn’t look as great as you thought I guess.


I’m in a hard place, and I’m doing all I can to get into a better one, not over all, just, financially and socially, and you don’t think that I can “catch up” with you, I guess the fact that we’re in the same general place (separate ends for sure, but the same place as a rule) but despite my efforts, I’m having a hard time gaining traction, and now that you’ve found yours, you suddenly feel that I will hold you back, when in truth, I’m the one who kept pushing you forward into this place, I mean, how many times when you where on the edge and ready to fucking kill yourself, did I talk you down, and tell you to take a breath, square your shoulders, and then try again, to keep slugging, to find another way?

All things you did, and now look at you… You’re suddenly better than me, and you don’t think we’ll work cause I don’t move at the exact same pace you move at now.



It really makes me wonder about all the things you told me you suffered under with your last boyfriend, in that, while what he did was wrong, are you SO sure you didn’t encourage his behavior in some ass-backwards way?


There, I said it, yes, Pat was a dick, is a dick, and will always be a dick, a fucking shit eating, scummy dick, but you know what? If it took you over 3 years of his abuse to finally get out from under him, and then fall into my arms as it where, maybe I was just there to catch you, prop you up, and now that you’re standing on your own at last, you don’t feel the need to be attached to anyone right now.

Or maybe you should fuck the EVEN OLDER dude you seem to like so much, Chris whats-his-face, who’s over ten years OLDER than you (Whereas I’m just 7) and “gets you” so well, never mind that the whole story you told me about meeting him, SMACKS of a fucking pedophile hunting for sexy young, but of age high school or college girls to seduce and then fuck senseless before he finds the next hot POS to nail, and then notch in his belt, but hey, what do I know? I just happen to be a guy as well, but then I haven’t met the man, so I MIGHT be off base, even if I AM batting 7 outta 10 on judging people… 6 outta 10 if you end up doing what I fear you’ll do to me…




SO much more to say, so little motivation to say it now…


But I WILL say this (don’t I always?) :

I still love you more than you could ever imagine, and clearly, more than you know or believe, and despite my failings, imperfections, faults and handicaps, I always will love you, and I‘ll always be here for you, and I’ll never forget the taste of your lips on mine, the depth of you’re eyes when they stared into mine, and your incredible smile, and the way you always made me feel like I was so much more than I really am…
Currently anyways.


All that I am, belongs to you, and I always will, forever, hold you dear in my heart and mind, the girl who stole what was left of my heart, and made me believe in love again, my Lbug, my princess, my tiger…



LOOK! Up in the sky!

The sun is still shining, and I’m still breathing.


I’ll endure, I always have, and I always will.
~Caleb

Thursday, November 4, 2010

what does one say when...

you've got no one listening?
you've worn out your free pass?
you've say all you know, but still need to say more?
Don't even know what to say, but know you must say SOMETHING?


Its the heartsick state of mind, the realization that you've put yourself into a 50/50 win or loose situation, bottom of the ninth, thirty seconds on the clock, two more turns to the finish-line, anything that can happen either will or wont, full on, balls out, might not ever get another shot blah blah blah bullshit n noise you know what the fuck I'm driving at...


the one Girl I have felt the most strongly about, the girl I've loved the most, cried over the most, done the most I could for, have risked pretty much everything for and the one person I can safely say I NEED more than anyone else, or even anything else, the Girl I need like I need air...

And I may have lost her because I got antsy, and clingy and a tad bitchy about it, and allowed that to spill over into everything, then didn't check my temper at the door after dealing with my idiot siblings...



I am not perfect.

I am human.

I am in love.

and I've not been laid in approaching 3 years, and the only girl I could ever want or need, is 1600+ miles away, and is pretty much sick of me.


all I want is to hold her, but I can't even hardly talk to her now...



still, I feel better, because Ive at last given vent to my feelings, and have allowed myself to just let go, for the moment, and take stock of myself.



Ehhhh... Not sure if thats the NICEST thing to do to myself but it IS needed, and in the long run, healthy and needed.


I'll fight for love tomorrow, today I'll try to enjoy feeling like I got smashed in the face with a greasy hot skillet, and my knees where smacked for nine hours by small children wielding nerf bats...



insert witty sign off here trolls,

~Caleb

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

And they wonder why I don't participate anymore?

Dear god above, please be real, and please STRIKE DOWN THE POSEURS!


I shall expand on this when I get home, but...



there is a reason why I dont go to church any more, and why I loath the main line "Christians" as I do...


More on THAT later... not too much later, just not now, the coffee shops about to close, and I wanna grab one more hit of the good stuff ^_^


[EDIT]

Ahhhh yes, THATS much better ;p


Ha, no not gonna comment on that exactly, but yeah...


Anyway, back to my little rant for the day.


I don't personally call myself a christian, I label myself as an "Indi-Christion" for the sake of others, and the explanation I give is simply "I believe In God, Jesus and the Bible, but I'm not too big on most churches for a few select reasons."


What do I call myself you ask?

I call myself a follower of Jesus, in that I try my best to live my life by the core values of his teachings, which boil down to living your life, in love, turned outwardly, onto God and to others, not unlike the hypocritical oath Doctors take "do no harm" and I do my best, as imperfect as I am.


What REALLY gets under my skin, is the so called "Born Again Christians" who use religion as a cloak to cover their selfish and ultimately self serving actions, because they will do all kinds of things to "further the Kingdom" and "reach out to unbelievers" and be it that person who says "Praise Jesus!" all the time for the most STUPID everyday things, to the people who street preach and sing at open mic nights basically, coyly, and rather rudely, shoving their "faith" (religion really, which is TOTALLY removed from true Faith) down the public's throats...


Why?

Because Christendom has become incorporated by MEN looking to either "further the Kingdom" or just line their pockets with the money of the masses.


I need to expand on this more, but I have lost the drive to write, so more on that later... again... whatever.


Blah blah,
~Caleb

Calll me strange, but theres a kind of magic to a brown eyed girl

...

I honestly wish I could start this off with something epic or sweet or even NORMAL sounding, but I can't, and to be perfectly blunt, I know Im about to make myself sound like a total man whore, and maybe at heart, that's all I really am, maybe at my core, despite all the efforts of myself and my parents, to mold me into a decent, chivalrous, honorable and even morally upright young man, under the many layers of good stuff, I'm really just a greedy, selfish and lonely person looking for the next warm fuzzy, a dude looking for little more than pair of nice tits, sweet lips and stunning shapely legs to hold up a pretty face and some soft sweet smelling hair.


God I love girls, I really do...

Don't tell my magic doesn't exist, because if you think that, then you've NEVER looked into the eyes of another human being, and be so overcome with emotion desire, and longing to just touch them every where at once and try to meld yourself with them, at the very least, you've never been in that place and never wanted to leave it.


But for me, there's something about a girl with big brown eyes, chocolate colored pools of magical flesh and water that pull me in, the darkness, the texture, the shine, all of it is just... I can't even really explain it, but it makes me a puppy on a leash to what or whereever she looks, and when a girl with brown eyes laughs?

The sparkle is that much more magical I feel, I mean, blue eyes are nice, pretty and all kinds of bright and cherry and creative, hazel eyes are always thoughtful, or crazy, (I should know, my eyes are some strange constantly shifting mix of blue and hazel) green eyes... I personally don't understand the appeal of them, I mean... I always thought that the REALLY green colored eyes where creepy myself...

I mean, Green? Sorry, no offense meant, but fuck me blind, green eyes are kinda scary ya know?


But brown... Hmm... Brown eyes...

Brown eyes are earthy, naturally mysterious, they always ALWAYS look amazing in the sunlight, when it hits them just right, you realize just how dark or light they are, and the total depth of them, of the texture and shades they hold, and they WILL pull you in close, when they do...


Hmm...


Brown eyed girls are the best kissers EVER.

Bar none, and I should know, Ive kissed enough of them, and more than a few blue and hazel eyed girls, and yes, even a pair of Green eyed girls, and I just gotta say, Blue eyed girls are all lips and noise, NICE lips and noise, and that's not exactly bad, then hazel eyed girls are always enthusiastic but sometimes a tad too much so, again not always bad, and the green eyed girls?

Total mouth whores.


But every brown-eyed girl I’ve kissed... Sweet Geezus H Christo on a cracker jack box...

Always soft, always tender, always just a tad shy at first, and always, ALWAYS hitting at that something more, than when the moment hits, it hits like an atom bomb, it's like nothing else I can describe, your kissing and its sweet and then you push in a touch more, really enjoying it, and then KA-BAM! She's got you by the lower lip, and her hands are holding onto your head like shes about to fall off the edge of a hole and your face is the only thing keeping her alive, her lips are trying their damnedest to merge with yours in a permanent fashion and if shes REALLY a keeper, her tongue will be trying to polish your tonsils to a shiny luster, assuming you still have your tonsils that is, if not, expect your own tongue to feel rather fruity and minty pretty dammed quick.


I'll keep my thoughts and comments here to that, as the next few steps get REALLY graphic and while I do enjoy that, mamma and dad taught me to not kiss and tell... well, not everything anyways xD


As you can likely guess, of the now 6 girls Ive been involved with in my romantic life, three of them where brown eyed girls, and no, Ive not dated a green eyed girl, but I have... Shall we say "hooked up" with more than 2 of them, your mileage may vary on the exact definition of that term, I know mine did xD



Now unto thee I shall unveil the dark secret many do not know of me.


I've batted for both sides.


if you dont savvy, my meaning, let me nut shell it for you:

Once or twice, at a few parties where I was being a total loose cannon, I engaged in what is commonly called a "threesome" and the once ore twice I speak of, there was only one girl, and I ended up being the meat in a sexual sandwich.


There, thats out there and done with.


No its not exactly something I'll be doing again, it was just me being too dammed buzzed and horny to really give a shit of the hole I was plugging was male or female at that moment, and its why Ive pretty much sworn off getting myself so shit faced that I wake up in a room with used condoms littering the place and naked people piled upon each other, me in the middle of it.


After the second (or was it third?) time that happened, I decided to clean myself up and knock it off, which I did, and I'm still glad I did.


There’s more, but I DO have some OTHER important things to accomplish today, so on that bombshell, I shall end this days blog.


Yeah yeah snappy salutations here,

~Caleb