6-11-10 - And Then We Must Ask. Why Man Babies. Why?

Why is it when people do not get what they want they must revert to the most childish moments of their lives and start to call people names. These same people who have up to that point, guided them through the most interesting and enlightening parts of the night of their simple life up till this point. This appears to be especially true for the tourist who thinks they are coming to New York and know it all, done it all, and can teach a city person a thing or to.

But then when the city person (or people) do not act like they do on reality television then that city person must be lacking in personality, or realness, or are too jaded to relate to “real” people who happened to crawl out of the depths of the middle of nowhere.

Excuse me but if there were lessons to be learned by living in the middle of nowhere then everyone would be flocking in that direction instead of the opposite of what they do right now and yesterday (and tomorrow). I can do my best to be nice, to show a person a good time, (and their twin sister), and even treat the person to food at the all night bakery. But when someone insists on projecting their own insecurities on the new city people they just met, just because they didn’t get their way, and start to denigrate those same friendly city folk they met, then that is when their own immaturity is brought to light. Projecting petty insecurities and unmet desires on people who only were only trying to be nice is a sad way to go through life silly sonny.

I take notice and realize what a wasted effort it was to try and pull their personality out of the tar pit it was stuck in. I thought I met someone who wanted to learn something, who just before had been asking good questions, and not a been there/done that know-it-all old man in a man-baby's body. I thought I met someone who could be cool, not a prima donna. But as they say time and time again: You cannot make a country mouse into a city mouse. Even if the country mouse is big in their own borough of the hamlet. They just do not compare to the complexity of the mindset of someone who lives, breathes and watches the tourist personality come and go like the tides. I guess (and know) I would do better to devote my energy to those more mature ones, instead of burning through energy trying to save those who are not ready to be pulled onto the raft of reason. The ones who must stay adrift and just attract the sharks and other scavengers before they are ready to face the reality of their situation. And maybe then finally do what must be done. To Grow Up.

Not really sorry that I am sounding "jaded" myself for writing this but I guess I deserve what I get when I try to hang out with the traveling and immature.

As I visited:
Gym Splash

6-10-10 - Preparation is Key

The weeks have been flying by and I always forget that I haven’t blogged in a while. The story writing is coming along and I’m working with my sis to get the horror novel edited and ready to be published. The first of the Pride mixes is complete (the Pre-Party Mix) and I will be able to give it to my friends soon. I’ve planned where I will go. I’ve picked up what I will wear. I know it will be good because I’ve already promised that to myself.

I am so happy that allergy season is almost over. Whenever I forget to take the antihistamines my nose swells up and I get so tired I just want to sleep for the ever. The days are getting longer and the summer is approaching like an elderly driver towards an innocent fruit stand. I have been trying to do so much all at once but I’m still not sure what I want. I’m not even sure I can get what I want. But if I don’t try then I won’t get anything. The Queen does not pardon someone who doesn’t even ask. I wish it was as easy as just asking. But I do know I will have to work for it. And since I’m no longer the youngest and most rambunctious I have to try even harder.

I can do it still though. My friends believe in me, I believe in me, and tomorrow is a new day.

Special Thanks to my friends at:
Gym G Lounge Splash