Monday, March 30, 2009


When you're alone, you really don't realize just how alone you are until you get sick. Moaning and groaning and tossing and turning in your bed, you yearn for someone to bring you bring you sustenance, kiss you on the forehead, take your temperature, wipe the dribble from your chin and tell you that everything's gonna be okay. You want someone to baby you like Mom and your girlfriend used to whenever viruses attacked. Then grim reality sets in; one is no longer around and the other no longer exists. Well she does, but she's now wiping the dribble off some other guy's chin... so to speak. I guess... Anyway, so you lie there in silence, slowly becoming fully conscious of the fact that no one is coming to rescue you as you wallow in self-pity. So it hits you: "Wow. I'm miles and miles from home. Totally and completely on my own." So you grab your stuffed animal (not that I still sleep with a stuffed animal named Bradley) and ask yourself "Well shit, what am I supposed to do now?"

...Well for one thing you can man up and stop feeling sorry for yourself. Take control of your life and make things happen for yourself. You don't need women to take care of you. You don't need anyone else to keep you motivated. You are entirely capable of doing these things on your own. Be proactive. Do not be deterred. Don't take 'no' for an answer. This is the life you have chosen for yourself. You only get once chance to live it. Second-guessing yourself is thoroughly useless. Don't let the fire burn out. Don't let this city suck the soul out of you. You came here for a reason. Make it happen...


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