Success is a State of Mind

Ok so I will be the first to admit that I have been pretty terrible at posting on this these days. I’m gonna be frank with you all when I say that my life has been crazy these past couple of days. It is entirely true that I had the time to post on my blog. It had nothing to do with a lack of time. What it had to do with was a complete lack of brain energy to go toward it. I post when I can really just sit and type and zen out and I haven’t had a lot of zen lately.

Which brings me into today’s topic: Taking time for your own damn self. Why is it that our society measures an individual’s success on how impressive their successes are? Because a person is born with opportunity and therefore has the capability to achieve great things means they are more successful than maybe a person who works full time, goes to school, and still manages to maintain some semblance of a social life? I don’t think so. I don’t think so at all.

As my life progresses and I find myself entering new and different phases of my experience I find myself confronted time and time again with individuals who, even though they may not considered the most successful people, inspire me everyday. The people whose lives I look at and can say, “Damn, they have really made it. They were able to work hard and support themselves.” And that is success to me. It is not someone who has a big fancy house, lots of cars, 2.5 kids. It is the person who sees their surroundings and decides then and there to do whatever it takes to make a change.

And I salute you.

Question of the day: Who inspires you? Who in your life do you think is successful?

I also have been hearing some great things from some of you and I would love for you to post our comments below. You don’t have to answer the question of the day. Just tell me what you think.

Ok back to figuring out this DAMN website.

Peace out shitfaces.

An Introspection on Why I Give a Fuck

Ok ok, I know. It has been a really long time since I have gone on here and posted a new entry. However, if you knew what was going on in my life you would be surprised that I am posting anything even now. It has been a very long time since I needed to deal with so many different things at once and I am way out of practice. I used to be able to take a scenario, process it, and find the best possible way to deal with it with relative ease. Now once I find myself dealing with even two issues my brain goes on overload and I start to go a little crazy.

So you may be wondering where I am going with this and you would be right to wonder that. So with all of these things on my mind I am forced to think simply, “What is it about me that puts me in these situations where I need to think this much?” Do I draw drama into me? Do I go out and seek to create it in order to entertain myself? Or do people simply find me so amusing and entertaining that they are drawn to be and with this surplus of people around me I have no choice but to be drawn into all of this?

Of those, I obviously like the last option the most. I mean, who wouldn’t? So going off of this concept that people are drawn to me and therefore they drag the drama with them then why does this not happen to everyone? Everyone has friends but for some reason I am the only one who finds himself in these situations. Upon further review I realize it has to do entirely with the fact that I simply give too much of a shit. If I could surround myself with people and not care about them so much then I wouldn’t have these problems.

So where go from here? I wish I could say that from now on I will live my life with an IDGAF attitude but I simply can’t. I apologize if it seemed like this was useless because I didn’t really change at the end of it but it was really to address those who know me who think I am just super dramatic and do it for fun. I don’t do it for fun. Being wrapped up in this drama isn’t fun. I just care about people. Sorry.

Question of the day: Do you like drama? Do you find yourself involved in a lot of drama?

Back to my least favorite class.

Peace out shitfaces.

You Don't Choose Your Family

So I will be the first one to admit that I have dropped the ball on writing lately. I set out out on the blog writing endeavor saying that I would post something about my life every single day for three years. Let's be real though, I have a life. Sorry kiddos. However, considering how completely jam packed my weekend was I am willing to forgive me if you guys are.

So I could easily sit here and do a play by play of what happened but you and me both know that that simply is not my style. What I am going to talk about is this idea of family. For the majority of my childhood and adolescence, I was engrained with the notion that a family consisted exclusively of individuals who are related to you by either blood or marriage and if not then they simply are not your family.

However, for all of you who either have gone through college (like myself) or are still in high school but have found a good group to be close to this idea is simply not fucking true. I have found a second family. These kids are my family. These forty or so members of my frat have become members of my family. For those of you reading this who are in my frat or know of us then you’ll know that when it comes to family dynamic ours may be the most fucked but, to be perfectly honest, you can suck it.

I make fun of them a lot but I really want them to know that I could not live without them. It has been a while since I was able to say this out loud because of some drama going on in my personal life that has found its way to slither into my frat life but after going through somewhat of a transformation over the past couple of weeks I feel like it is time to now admit all of this. No matter what I have done or what I have said, you are all in my heart. And if you don't say amazing things at my funeral, I will haunt you forever.

That’s really all I need to say about this. I love these fuckers. All of them. With all of my heart. And I can honestly say that without them being in college would kill me.

Aiight, question of the day: Who is your second family? What would you do without them? How do they affect your life?

Now back to feigning attention in the WORST class ever.

Peace out shitfaces.