I'd Say About 50/50

Last night, after a delicious Tapas feast, Lauren and I decided to go see the film "50/50". I went in expecting a pretty funny movie about a dude with cancer (that sentence alone makes me feel like a horrible human). Several tear-ups later (from her and I), we walked out of the movie, completely and pleasantly surprised with the film. It WAS funny, and some parts had me howling laughing. But the main body of this movie is a very touching and, at times, heartbreaking. The main character is played by Joesph Gordon Levitt (at very least, an Oscar nomination is necessary here, folks) and at 27, he is diagnosed with a very rare form of cancer on his spine. As the thoughts swirl in his head of what the hell is really happening, he starts to look from the outside in as to who and what in his life is important. Afterwards, I started to think about what I would do if I was put in that position. I'm only 23, so what would that be like if a doctor told me I had the dreaded C-word? (Nope...not that word). A few years back, when I was having horrible stomach pains, on one of the visits to the doctor, I remember very well him saying, "and we will screen for cancer, as well". I was only 19 at that time, and that word hits you like a ton of fucking brick. You automatically start assuming it's the end and get very scared. LUCKILY, there's nothing there and I avoided that, but what if I hadn't? So, last night, I thought hard about what I would do at 23 if someone told me I had it. Well, obviously, first off, I'd fight it like hell. But, I know for a fact that the notions of "limitations" would be gone. There would be no more fear. No more hesitation. I would say whatever the hell I wanted. Wouldn't be afraid to do anything. I would let those that matter to me know how much I love them and am glad they're around. HERE'S THE THING:

Why does it take something as awful as that for people to act that way? Why does it take the fear of death or sickness to eradicate all limitations in life? Imagine if we all tried that mindset for a week. Just one week. We said what we felt, always. No filter. We did what we loved without fear of failure. We told people we loved them every chance we could. We laughed our asses off. We didn't hold grudges. Even if you live to be 100, life is a short thing. It is NOT something to be wasted. I say we try it out. Don't be afraid to be happy. Don't afraid to try new things. Don't be afraid to give people a chance. We don't know how long we're here for, and sometimes, we can't control that. What we CAN control is what we do while we are and how much fun we choose to have. Just don't wait until it's too late. Go hug someone. Go make someone laugh. Go help someone. Go ask someone on a date. Go swimming with no clothes on. Life is like being invited to the best party ever. Sure, a fight or two will break out, and some may drink too much, but you will ALWAYS wake up saying, "Now THAT was awesome".

Dog Chasing a Tail

One thing that really bothers me about people in our society, our age specifically, is the utter lack of fight and passion people seem to have. Nobody is willing to put in the work anymore. Nobody is willing to go through a little bit of Hell to get to the good shit. It seems as if as soon as things get a bit rough, people just cower and walk the fuck away. Who taught these people to live? Where did we pick up these horrible habits? People seem to get trapped in this notion that what OTHERS do is what they have to do, whether it's in a job, a relationship, a friendship, shit, even with a sandwich. Where is the drive? Where is the passion? I was taught to fight for what you want and to never give up. For better or worse, that's how I work. I don't walk away from tough situations. I don't back down. The competition factor is gone. People just...give up. Lose hope. There's no optimism. Don't let what others do dictate what YOU do. If you don't want to do a 9-5 and want to pursue art, fuckin' do it. You want that girl? Fight for her and show her how much you want to be with her. You want that sandwich? Eat the bitch! Fight back! You all deserve so much more than you give yourself credit for! Don't fall victim to complacency. Don't fall victim to laziness. Be passionate. Love hard. Do what makes you happy. Kiss. Dance. Rock. Fuck. All at once is totally cool. Now where is my guitar...?

Bright Lights of Montreal

We had it all Had the world on a string You let me fall For everything It must be easy To have all the control Had me under your spell But now I'm ready to roll Think I'll always be there Forevermore One day you'll turn the corner Open the door And I'm Gone Lights out on the show Don't come looking for me I'll be a thousand miles up the road You had a chance And now you're in a free fall I'll restart under the bright lights Of Montreal We'll see who's laughing When your ego takes a hit Where will you go when you know You can't pay for shit Nothing you say now Will ever faze me Cause you can fix a broken heart But you can't fix crazy I'm gone Lights out on the show Don't come looking for me I'll be a thousand miles up the road You had a chance And now you're in a free fall I'll restart under the bright lights Of Montreal North of the border is calling my Name Montreal and chicago They're one in the same North of the border is calling my Name Montreal and Chicago Ill be back someday

Why Aren't People Allowed to Wear White After Labor Day?

Things I've learned today, and it's only 1:00pm:

1) Falling asleep in one set of clothes and waking up in a new set of clothes can make things real awkward. Especially when the first thing you see is one of your dogs staring at you, and most likely judging you.

2) Sinus infections are the sickness of the Devil. They beat you mercilessly, and fight until the bitter end.

3) Looks like mama Kmac had a bit too much to drink last night. Classic.

4) Red wine makes the world go 'round. I think I'm going to have a wine weekend, where the only liquid I drink is wine. I look forward to a week long hangover.

5) I need to write a book. Just about random things I've learned. Or advice. Or cooking tips. Or my take on sexual situations (still don't know what this sex thing is, though...)

How To Look Good Naked

I realize the title of the post in no way has anything to do with the actual post itself, but who wants to get the content spoiled by a title? That'd be like naming "The Sixth Sense", "Bruce Willis Gets Shot And Is A Spooky Ghost The Whole Time". I had a thought today (which some may find hard to believe, since most assume the mindspace I have is filled with monkeys hitting cymbals) that I thought deserved a bit of discussion. As our collective society crumbles before our eyes, what are we to do? We're in our early 20's, some jobless, some penniless, some Arliss, so what in the Hell are WE able to do to stop what is going on in the country? Here's my thing: I've been incredibly lucky in life. More so than I deserve. But goddamn, everybody is getting hardcore boned out there now. Jobs are impossible to find, money is tighter than ever and people are losing hope. As much as I want Batman to be real (I'll settle on Michael Keaton) we have to do it ourselves. This whole OccupyWallStreet thing is rad, and is more in vain with what I suggest: A FULL ON REVOLUTION. Not charge the gates, bayonets in the air, white wigs flying around kind of revolution. I'm talking about a society revolution. It is up to US and US ALONE to fix this shit. We're getting the brunt end of it, and we need to fix it because nobody else is. In a peaceful but effective way, we need to stage a revolution. We need to show these people that they are NOT going to keep us down. They are NOT going to keep us quiet. We hold the cards to our future; now let's show 'em our hand. Take control of your life. Take control of your destiny. Take control and lead the charge back to prosperity. Now all this talk of revolutions has me wanting a bagel of some sort....


A FREEDOM BAGEL.

With cream cheese.

Cool Runnings is VASTLY Underrated

Without exaggeration, I have approximately 9,000 thoughts that go through my head per second. Some say this is a sign of a genius. Others say this is a sign of someone who needs to shut up. Both work, I suppose. ANYHOOZERBRAUTEN, I figured the time was nigh to start me own blog, and try to capture at least one or two of these passing nuggets of love going through my noggin. I think my head works faster than my mouth does. That came off wrong. Good place to start, yeah?