Wear sunscreen

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
- Mark Twain

Ahh. Something about beautiful quotes that makes me all misty-eyed. I guess if anything can sum up my blog, it would be this quote. I would like to think that, in my own way, I try to implore myself and others to do things differently. Of course, most people I know haven’t managed it yet, but I think we’re on the right track.

I guess no matter what life brings forth, one thing that will not diminish are the yearnings we have. I know I am rephrasing the grass being greener yonder crap. But it can’t always be greener further on right? After all, there are only so many shades of green one can make up before it just turns into a black void.

As impulsive as I am, I also falter. Sometimes what is true to the heart is not so great to the head. In my own weird way, I am rational and sensible; but I also manage to encompass idiocy and immaturity. I get easily drunk on life, music and literature, as I do on drinks. Isn’t life amazing? None of it has to make any sense at all. I mean why should it? And yet, at times it makes perfect sense.

It’s a vicious cycle, this life. And to paraphrase someone, “Happiness is only momentary. Wait awhile and it’ll come to pass”. Well the same stands for all feelings. And that’s probably how it should be. You should just have enough gumption to stick through it.

Striping a Strip show

Save a horse,
Ride a cowboy ??!?? What the *&%@%

So I did something last weekend that was pseudo fun. I went to a show called “Men of Las Vegas”. Here I was thinking it would be a male burlesque show, done tastefully and such. I was surprised to find that it was exactly like a strip club, just set in a larger place without a pole.

I never did think men were sexy creatures; well not literally anyways. Men can look great with clothes on, and once they come off, the effect dwindles off. I mean, I’d rather see a woman in a bikini than see a man in a thong. And watching a guy with no sense of rhythm dance in a thong and lip sync. Please.

I was wondering how I ended up there while this guy was gyrating in front of me (and what cream he used for his body – his skin was awesome). True, it was fun watching him dry hump my friend. But it was awful to smell the weird smell of sweat mixed with dabs of cologne that can only turn you off. And I thought I was right in assuming that tasteful strip shows still exist. If a woman can undress seductively and turn you on, without even touching you; why can’t a man try it? Surely women like the artsy stuff more than men. But apparently it’s not true. Women are bigger pigs than men and would rather have the rough stuff.

I’ve also realized something about my taste with regards to these things. I’d rather see the guy bone someone else than do me. Somehow all this stuff seems much better in your head and to your senses when they aren’t being fiddled with.

I was disheartened with the lack of taste my fellow women showed… Well up until this one dude lifted a female off her feet and did this jig with her in the air. I was awestruck and all was well. And then I caught my friend yawning just as I stifled one and we left. De end.

Ambivalent? Well, yes and no

I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I dunno why mood swings occur. Why depression suddenly hits you. Well root cause can be easily brought out, but you can be unaffected too right? I would like it if important things along with the mundane would not affect me at all. I'd rather be jaded than have these turbulent emotions.

I know that every year around this time, I feel awful. I yo-yo up and down on the same issue several times a year, but the first part of Sept is just weird for me. Awfully fond memories haunt me and I miss everything so much.

Well, yesterday, to the predictably sober mood that I had, a worse scenario was added. I basically flopped down some more. So I've figured out a solution though. Having arbit conversations with dear ol pals can help. It's a basic reaction and let me tell you it helps like hell. My slumpy mood was bygone before I knew it and everything was bright and blue again. Well I’m sure my resort to grab some alcohol had a little hand in it, but then again, I doubt it.

I think people are special. Well that’s a dumb thing to say, but they are. And what makes me yearn for contact is an unknown need. I guess most people have it, and some act upon it and others don’t.

I hate the fact that I can’t get emotions across like I’d like to. Well or that I can’t get across emotions like I’d like to as well. Anyways, all’s well that ends well eh?