Knock Knock, is this thing on?(4/8/13) Throwback Thursday

I looked in the mirror and I am not liking what I see lately. And no it isn't that my weight has yo yoed up and down again, pfft I ate those pastries, drank that soda, coffee, and parked my ass in the drive thru at those fast food restaurants. That I can deal with, what I can't is that I have had a few things too say over the last few weeks and you know what you have gotten out of me? A big fat nothing.

Now yes, this weekend I have a valid excuse: The flu, so even last nights erased offering still falls under that purview but I only had the flu for 4 to 5 days(actually may still have it but dammit I'm tired of being confined to my room, walking around staring at the four walls and the sun coming through the blinds) not 4 to 5 months. Life is an active thing, until it is over for you it is constantly in motion life never stops you do. Even if I were to sit here in this chair all day, not voluntarily moving a single muscle I would still notice programs changing on the TV, time would pass, the fire behind me would either spark back up(making me happy) or it will continue to smolder, smoke and piss me off(Grrrr).

The why, really don't know probably just being human. I get in, I'm tired, I sit down and while my mind is unwinding instead of opening up my blog I just sit there letting the ideas brew but never adjusting the heat of the pot or pouring a cup. There are a few things I really want to talk about, Like Manti Te'o seriously people why are we letting the media and ourselves pretend what happened to him is NEW, ODD or even SURPRISING? Hello, are you forgetting about the girl who was Cyber Bullied by the mom of one of her classmates. How about the old joke that 90% of all women on the internet are really men? Let us not forget about multi user ID'd trolls. It's the internet a good half of the people who are on the internet are pretending to be someone they are not, but I will get into that later(I hope). The Wayne Lap(really don't care how his name is spelled) rant screaming for attention realizing that his gun manufacturing buddies are going to get a cut in the profit margin. I have nothing against profit, but ladies and gents if criminals aren't having a hard time getting their hands on

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Obviously I have often had issues with take long hiatuses from blogging, As this throwback shows it is a constant fight I endure. Like anyone else if a malaise hits, I may just not sign in. Not that I have nothing to say, but I may not be in the mood to put the effort in to say it. 

I mean seriously, who hasn't taken a day or three and just said to hell with it. Well with me it can be weeks, months or years. As just like I am a "strike when the iron is hot" kind of guy, I am also a "don't force it to fit" type of guy. I hate drudging through anything just to say "I did it." If I don't want to, then I won't and we all will be better for it. Hell on my wordpress blog I had actually finished a story and just needed to edit it but completely forgot about it in draft. It's actually gotten a few views, warning It's adult content little kiddies need not read it, at all.

I'm not kidding, that really is nothing short of raunchy and it was just sitting there languishing because welp I just didn't get around to it. Somedays I just type the story out, how ever the words come out, and then PLAN to go back later and whip it in to some type of legible state. Punctuation, paragraph structure(which I really do suck at, but I at least make an attempt), grammar, colloquialism, dialect and even pacing if a story is just pouring out of me I will go back and add them later. I have a few friends who come through and help me out. Tell me if my spelling is off(me and homonyms ain friends, nor are me and spelling sometimes. And my typos yeeesh), give a grammar critique here and there and for that I truly appreciate them. Some even help me to re-edit or re-imagine endings that I feel are tortured. Because sometimes a hard stop sucks, but a soft skid is amazing.

Anyway I actually have a few more throwback posts to get ready but this one I think is definitely relevant.

A complaint to or about me is not the same as stabbing me in the back

Can I get yall to gather a little closer for me, yeah don't violate anybody else's personal space but make sure you can hear me on this one. This is the land of free speech, if there is something on your mind get it off. Say what you have to say, be honest and open about your concerns it doesn't mean I(or the person you are talking to at the time if you ain speaking to me) will agree with you but at least there will be no hard feelings because I possible stepped on your toes or because something you said got back to me when we were standing right next to each other. See there is this "common wisdom" right now that if you complain to or about someone, that you are betraying them. Not at all, if there is a problem that I don't see but you do guess what? If you don't tell me it won't get fixed, or if it can't get fixed you won't know that unless you tell me so I can explain to you what this issue is with said item. Now understand, if it is a personal quirk of mine that you have an issue with it may not get fixed but at least I will know "okay this is something you don't want to ride with, I won't pick you up for this adventure", and guess what because you let me know up front NO HARD FEELINGS.

Now if all you do is talk bad about me behind my back, constantly sharpening knives and only getting ya tiger on when I turn my back as not to see who's throat I should be grabbing, THAT is stabbing me in the back, if you are sure about what you have to say then possibly give me you preliminary concerns and say "but let me get back to you because I may have been mistaken", I won't be mad something bothered you yet before you make to big a deal about it you wanna get more info, I completely respect that. I see you constantly talking until I walk into the room and then you get all busy and act like your eyes and my direction are the same magnetic charge and never the two shall meet, I understand you want drama, and this ain the daytime soaps. It seems to have become a habit of late that detraction is the cuisine dujuor. Why do the hard work of figuring out what is actually going on when you can resort to sensationalism, innuendo, loose association and inference to drum up "traffic".