8.03.2009

Citizen Misery is Only a Visitor

I'm well-aware that every person goes through times in their life when the daily drive becomes unbearable, problems and complications seem to pile up all at once, and nothing seems pleasurable. Optimism becomes a foreign state of mind. The only time laughing seems appropriate is if it's based on sarcasm rather than true humor. Satisfaction comes only at the expense of others' suffering.

This usually brings about a series of emotions and actions, none of which are healthy. A pessimistic attitude takes over, and you find yourself doubting everything. You start to believe that positive outcomes and happy endings are only for the "lucky," "spoiled," and "wealthy." Things that once made you smile, now annoy you. You push people away, especially if they try to "cheer you up" or offer advice, as they now seem more annoying than ever.

Paranoia often sets in, and you may truly believe that everyone you know is out to get you. You become overwhelmed with negativity, and you swim freely in your own sorrow. You snap at those closest to you, for reasons even you can't define. Self-pity becomes a strange comfort, and you spend more and more time worrying, hating, blaming. It's easy to blame everyone else, especially your parents. Of course you're THIS way now; look how they raised you! It MUST be their fault!

So, what brings us out of this pit of misery? Everyone always seems to bounce back, somehow. Well, maybe not EVERYBODY. Some succumb to the "escape" of drugs or alcohol, or at worst, suicide. But that's not the norm. Normal, average people have their highs and lows in life. But what brings us out of the bottom of the barrel? And once you're scraping the bottom of the barrel, how long is it before there's no barrel left?

I don't know the answer to a single one of these questions. But I do know that it DOES happen. You DO find your way out of the mess. Somewhere along the line, a tiny spark of optimism lights a fire under your ass and you take on a whole new aura. Sometimes it happens in a split-second. Sometimes it's a slower process. But it still happens...

The enormity of your problems begin to shrink, even when the problems haven't technically gotten any better. They just SEEM better, smaller, more manageable. You find yourself laughing at things that are funny and cute once again, and sentimental notions make you gleam. You have a clear head and a good idea of how to go about solving your problems, and you may wonder, "Why didn't I think of this before?"

Once you've hit this point, the sky is the limit, so it seems. You can freely compliment people, without a grain of resentment. When asked, "How are you?" you can honestly answer with a smile, "I'm good!" Tackling problems becomes a personal challenge instead of a personal attack. Before you know it, half your problems are gone simply because of your optimism.

We may never know what causes these emotional ups and downs. But we should always carry optimism's proverbial book of matches, just in case we need that extra little spark to pull us out of the mud. It's truly a self-taught lesson in emotional self-control. You're the only one who can pull yourself out the dumps, you just have to tighten the reigns.

Maybe this is my personal pep-talk to pull myself out of the funk I've been in, but it seemed worthy of sharing... just in case anyone else needed a spark. Take your sinking ship and point it home.

4.15.2009

What the hell is this "Tea Party" crap?



If there's one thing you should know about me before reading this, it's that I am NOT a very political person. I have my beliefs, but I've never gotten extremely involved in government and politics. However, something has been bugging me lately...

I keep hearing talk of political "Teabagging," and the new "Tea Party Movement," but I seriously can't figure out what the point of it is. I've seen posts on Twitter, blogs about it, and even news articles about it, but I have YET to figure out what it's supposed to achieve.

From what I've gathered, these "movement leaders" are protesting government spending, bailouts, and taxes. Maybe I'm missing a vital piece of the information, but haven't American's always disliked these things? Why are we making such a big stink about it now? I realize we're in a recession, and there are reasons to protest. However, doing so by literally throwing a box of tea bags over the White House fence doesn't seem like a very persuasive way to convince the government of ANYTHING.

Or how about the people who are dumping thousands of tea bags into America's Rivers, in the "spirit" of the Boston Tea Party of 1773. Grassroots efforts like these do nothing for Americans these days like they did back then. Britain was impressed and affected by our dumping of tea, and viola, no more tea tax. 236 years later, and no longer under British political control, American's must come up with more effective ways to protest the government.

No I don't have a solution to the problem. No I don't have a better idea. No, I don't even know the name of the Vice President without Googling him. But I do know that with this whole "Tea Party Movement," we Americans are appearing immature and childish, which will only make our government feel more in power/control.

If you feel THAT strongly about something, protest it like a real adult: get out there and start a riot!

(Disclaimer: That last sentence was completely a joke. The rest of this post was not.)


UPDATE: I have to admit, after hearing that some states are "pert-near" threatening to secede from the Union, I feel that finally someone has gotten the idea of how to play with the big dogs. This has to be the Fed's biggest fear (IMO) and it may just be the leverage needed to stop the government in it's tracks. We don't want no Civil War part II, now do we boys? :) That being said, I also find it very sad that it's even a remote possibility that we could no longer be the United States of America. Scary even...

4.01.2009

GUEST POST: Things to do on a first date, to ensure you never get a second!

by Mike Hacker who likes to make lists



Things to do on a first date, to ensure that you never get a second
1. Talk about your exes non-stop
2. Talk about your bodily functions
3. Talk about how structurally sound your sandwich is (something I overheard today at lunch…it was hilarious!)
4. Tell about your exploits at band camp (not the radio station WJJO Band Camp)
5. Ask your date if she can pick you up (if you’re a male)
6. Ask your date if they want to meet your parents (or, even better… bring them along!)
7. Talk about all the things your going to do when you get off parole
8. Talk about Magic, or D & D, or what level you’re on in your favorite video game
9. Mention the fact that you live in your parents basement
10. Leave your wallet at “home”
11. Talk about wedding plans

3.30.2009

GUEST POST: 13 Signs That You Have Listened to a CD Too Many Times

by Mike Hacker (my cousin-who's-not-really-a-cousin-but-a-distant-relative-of-sorts)

Signs you’ve listened to a (live or studio) CD too many times


1. You mouth the band’s banter with the audience
2. The CD is scratched, and you sing along with the skips
3. You know the order of all the songs
4. You’ve memorized the liner notes
5. You scream along with the audience
6. You can name the songs backwards
7. “Shuffle” drives you nuts
8. You make your own CD of covers in the same order as the original
9. The band calls you for lyric suggestions
10. You have mastered the “air” version of each instrument
11. After hearing a song from the CD on the radio, you start singing what would be the next song on the CD
12. You start to dress like the band
13. You get mad when you can’t play the whole CD on a jukebox

3.25.2009

Lyrical Mischief

Every so often, a song will literally just "show up" in my life at the right moment. A song that seems to speak to me, or more accurately, from me. As if I could have written the song myself. The following lyrics are from a song called Runaway, written and sing by Pink (that crazy bitch). The highlighted lyrics are ones that seemed to really come right from my mind. Thought I'd share. Because I can.
I've got my things packed
My favorite pillow
Got my sleeping bag
Climb out the window
All the pictures and pain
I left behind
All the freedom and fame
I've gotta find
And I wonder
How long it'll take them to notice that I'm gone
And I wonder
How far it'll take me

To run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me

I was just trying to be myself
You go your way I'll meet you in hell

It's all these secrets that I shouldn't tell I've got to run away
It's hypocritical of you
Do as you say not as you do
I'll never be your perfect girl
I've got to run away

I'm too young to be
Taken seriously
But I'm too old to believe
All this hypocrisy
And I wonder
How long it'll take them to see my bed is made
And I wonder
If I was a mistake


I might have nowhere left to go
But I know that I cannot go home

These words are strapped inside my head
Tell me to run before I'm dead
Chase the rainbows in my mind
And I will try to stay alive
Maybe the world will know one day
Why won't you help me run away

It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away

I could sing for change
On a Paris street
Be a red light dancer
In New Orleans
I could start again
To the family
I could change my name
Come and go as I please
In the dead of night
You'll wonder where I've gone

Wasn't it you
Wasn't it you
Wasn't it you that made me run away

I was just trying to be myself
You go your way I'll meet you in hell
All these secrets that I shouldn't tell I've got to run away
It's hypocritical of you
Do as you say not as you do
Never be your perfect girl
I've got to run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me

This life makes no sense to me
It don't make no sense to me
It don't make any sense to me
Life don't make any sense to me

3.24.2009

Ok, I take it all back.

Whatever I was rambling about last year being the worst year ever... disregard. 2009 has proven that it's going to treat me MUCH worse than any of the "easy" drama from last year.

Nothing is worse than when your own family backs out on every promise they ever made to you. Every member of my family has literally LEFT me to my own devices. Then they give me hell when I don't do EVERYTHING right. Gee, ya think? I'm not that perfect little daughter - I am a human being who's family ditched her.

I've made so many changes for the better recently, but so much shit just keeps piling on top of me, that making those changes seems futile. And the only confirmation I get to prove that the changes I've made have made a difference in a good way, comes from the people who see me every day, and can see the progress on a realistic scale. And I'm grateful for them, but when you want the approval and appreciation of even your own mother, and you get just the opposite, you start to question your real value to the world.

"Depression is looking back and having no pride, and looking forward and having no hope." That says it all.

Not even sure why I decided to post this on my blog because it's not going to fit in to well with the other posts. But it's my blog, and I'll post what I want.

2.12.2009

Spam FAIL!


Spam email is a part of our daily lives, thanks to the freely exchanged email address phenomena that happens every minute on the interwebs. Early samples of spam (circa 5 to 10 years ago) usually included somewhat of a marketing sense, aiming at a particular group of individuals, and usually offering a real, tangible product. Sometimes, albeit rarely, spam emails would be a scam, hoping to lure the unknowing into sending them money.

Today’s Spam is much, much different. There is ZERO marketing sense at all. And the scams have become so blatantly obvious, your 5-year-old kid would laugh them off. The emails are misspelled, non-grammatically correct, often in a different language altogether, and they simply aren’t eye-catching or appealing as earlier spam emails were.

Let’s take a look at some examples that I’ve pulled from my very own spam folder in my email box today:

SUBJECT: Get your pecker boosted. Thinning hair can be properly treated with Rogaine.

I’m sorry, but what are you trying to sell to me? Rogaine with Viagra mixed in? Also, I don’t have a ‘pecker’ to call my own, and my hair is quite thick. Try a different demographic next time.

SUBJECT: JobSearch information letter (ref. 3792idiot)

Excuse me, but did you just call me an idiot? Oh, that was just part of the reference number? Of the job I was searching for? OOHHHHH. I see. Wait, when was I searching for a job? I wasn't, because I’ve had the SAME FUCKING JOB FOR SEVEN YEARS!!! Yeah, nice try.

SUBJECT: FINAL AWARD WINNING NOTIFICATION

OMGOMGOMG! I WON! Like, a bazillion Nigerian dollars! I’ve never sent an entry for a Nigerian Lottery, but gosh darnit, I won! Oh, and all I need to do is send them my first-born child along with 80 bazillion dollars in order to claim my prize? Count me in! o_0

And, my dear spammy friends, I want to make it clear to you that I am not a senior citizen who is on Medicare and needs diabetic supplies. Nor am I a voyeuristic creep that wants to watch 24-hour live teen webcams. And I’m very sorry, but I just don’t have a use for fifteen Rolex “replicas” that you want to sell me for more than what a real Rolex costs.

That being said, spam is here to stay, and will forever be as annoying as the mosquitoes in the springtime. Trust your spam filters - what they put into the "Spam" folder should be deleted. But don't always trust your inbox. Spam is constantly changing and weaseling it's way through the spam filters.

Time to go read some REAL email. Like the one I just got from some old farmer who wants to give me all his land and billions of dollars when he dies. Now THAT's a deal!

1.28.2009

Why I haven't posted Part II. Yet.


There are several reasons as to why the long-awaited second part to "Good Riddance, 2008" hasn't been posted yet. I give you the reasons in this short entry:

1. I haven't had the time. I work. A LOT. And in my downtime, I am usually cleaning the home, replying to belated emails, and playing online games. Yes, I know, I could use the time that I spend playing games to write my blog, however (see next reason)

2. So far, 2009 hasn't been much better than 2008. So, as I'm thinking about what I am going to include in my next post, I start realizing that the problems that have come with 2009, could easily outweigh the problems of last year. Trying to focus on last years' problems while trying to deal with current problems causes, well, PROBLEMS!

3. I have to be very careful how I write the next episode. Many people were involved in my life last year, and not everyone made it to the end without being hurt, or they left scorned. Therefore, in order to keep those people from refueling their emotions, I need to really think about what I'm going to say and how I am going to say it. Don't get me wrong - I have nothing to hide. But apparently, other people do, and I suppose I have to respect that to some degree. *eye-roll*

So, I do apologize that I haven't yet posted the next installment to the 2008 saga, but it's coming. And when that happens, you may just hate 2008 as much as I do.

Here's still hoping for a better 2009... cheers, fuckers.

1.02.2009

Good riddance, 2008. (Part I)


On so many levels, 2008 was a *crazy* year. Nothing about it was steady, solid, or rooted. The days, situations, and people constantly changed like the weather in South Dakota. I was along for the ride, trying incessantly to adapt to the ever-changing landscape. And somewhere along the line, I fell off the train.

It started as any new year begins in these freezing bowels of Wisconsin. The snow was heavy, the air was wickedly cold, and cabin fever settled in, in turn making me one crabby bitch. Apparently, I wasn't the only one affected with the fever, as my roommate at the time mirrored my attitude, only to mulitply it times ten. Think of concrete expanding on a highway on a hot day. Enough pressure and heat causes the concrete to rupture and place dangerous "bumps" along the road. Travelling the fast lane at 90 miles per hour and running over a bump like this is going to cause some serious damage to your vehicle.

Being couped up indoors for months, the only "relief" people sought was to gather with groups of more people affected with the fever, and drink themselves silly. Myself and roomie included. It became almost a nightly ritual, and the days and weeks melded together to a point of exhaustion. The late nights and early mornings didn't help make life any easier to live, and nearly cost me my job.

What now seems like a Godsend, I developed an allergic reaction to some medication administered via I.V. This called for a three-day hospital stay. Even though I spent those three days doped up on Morphine and other drugs, I got a lot of much-needed rest and reflection time. Thankfully, my mom was there with me the entire time, although I'm sure that wasn't her favorite thing to do. My exit from the hospital was immediately followed by my decision to ditch the roommate situation, and look for a new place to live that was more affordable by myself.

Easier said than done. Nearly two months passed before the roomie was able to move out. At that time, I had serious difficulty trying to find a place on my own, having too much debt and other financial obligations. However, relief came, probably another Godsend, when a longtime online friend of mine offered to let me, my dog, and my two cats come live with him until I could get back on my feet. I took him up on his offer, and it wasn't long before a whole new soap opera started to develop.

(Part II coming soon, stay tuned!)

11.26.2008

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