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Late Night Ramblings of Me

I don’t really write too much about myself that often. More so this blog is just a platform to present the news and events that I see or hear on a daily/weekly basis that I find interesting, inspiring, and trendy. I’m not ashamed to tell my story in a more specific way but then again I am. I don’t know who reads these post, even though I get some really positive comments, part of me is still reserved to put too much of myself out there.

With the career path that I want to have, with the internet footprint that is eternal, and the way things can be manipulated against you for someone elses gain; lets just say its always made me reserved.

For lent (event though I don’t believe in one particular faith) I thought it would be good for me to give up this conservative nature for a more spontaneous one. Say and do what the fuck I feel. Now because I’m was raised right and am a good mannered person by nature it’s not like I’m going to start saying and doing stupid shit. At the least this gives me an opportunity to not rely on the comfort and safety of a routine.

So be shocked if in the next 30ish days I start to seem a little more opinionated vent a little more, or  seem down right random in these post.

I must start by saying that paying it forward does have its reward. I did something nice for a friends and literally the next day I got the same thing in return but times 2.

I was reading some of the comics from xkcd http://xkcd.com/ and one in particular stood out to me.

Guy 1- You should be more careful what you write. You never know when a future employer might read it

Guy 2 (who is typing on the computer)- When did we forget our dreams?

Guy 1- What?

Guy 2-  ”The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I’m sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops. Reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one things: The solution doesn’t involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn’t involve tempering my life to better fit someones expectations. It doesn’t involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

This is very important s oI want to say it as clearly as I can:

FUCK THAT SHIT”

(in the footnotes: In Connor’s second thesis it is stated ‘there is no fate but what we make for ourselves. ‘Does the routine destroy our creativity or do we lose creativity and fall into the routine?)

 

I feel that way sometimes about my life. I’ve giving up one routine after another in hopes of finding something better but still have way too much room to complain than I do to grow. I’ve allowed myself to grow old in mind and in youthful spirit for the pursuit of a system. What I mean is, money is controlling my life in more ways than anything else. I didn’t use to be this way.

I am a different person when I’m in the United States than when I’m not. I become more with nature, more excited about introducing myself to other people and them introducing themselves to me. Experience over weighs everything, and I try anything and everything without fear because I don’t want time to pass me by and me not to remember the details.

For a more specific example: I probably drank more and used more drugs than anytime ever in life -Granted now I can honestly say I don’t miss it but those were a medium to so many relationships that I truly do cherish to this day. No it wasn’t the foundation or the most dynamic part of the relationships but it played an intriguing part of opening myself up to the people and vice versa. I swear I found apart of myself and experienced life in a way I never have before when I tried the ceremonial drugs San Pedro cactus  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echinopsis_pachanoi & Ayahuasca  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iowaska.

The people who were involved in that ceremony I know share an unbreakable bond with. Sometimes I wish that all my connections can be as powerful as that. That I can walk down the street and see  another black person as my brother and not someone who not on my level because I’ll see 20 more people like him who have dreadlocks, polo boots on, and is saggin at an excessive level.  I make myself look at the world me vs them when I do that and puts me in a mold where only my opinion is validated not by application but because I am my own audience.

Sometime I battle with if I should live outside of the US forever. I mean I would come back to visit but my permanent residence be in another country where I can be anonymous to be me and free of all American values (good and bad).

To often I feel like Guy 2 and just want to say FUCK THIS SHIT.

More so than anything else, I stranger will stop me to tell me what I already know. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Kanye West”- That shit is so irritating, and with the warmer weather and more people outside I get it more often than ever. On average it’s about 20 people a week who stop me (or go out their way)to tell me that, despite me having on my work badge from a prestigious university, despite me wearing business attire, despite everything I am and all my accomplishments. I’m recognized by someone else and not me. None of that means shit when the only acknowledgement (outside of this blog of course) is that I look like someone else. What kind shit is that? Really?

That is the main reason I keep noise canceling headphones on, so I don’t actually have to hear the person say that I just read their lips  and either give them a blank stare or nod. Sometimes I start speaking Spanish and they get the picture, other times I’ve had to say well I’m not I’m Reggie and if your interested in what Reggie looks like then we can talk… I can’t seem to formulate a response that turns into a worthwhile conversation… (I could use some suggestions cause I probably come across as an assholes with the current ones).  Because this is a routine that I want to change since its unavoidable.

Another routine I want to calm down on. I masturbate all the fucking time now. I’m not addicted to porn but its been 7 months since I’ve had sex ( I had to find someone to have sex with on my birthday; come on now whats life without birthday sex; meaningless) and 10 months since my last relationship ended. I’m the type of guy (Beware this may sound strange) who prefers having sex solely within relationships.  I’ve kept one night stands and casual sex partners to a bare minimum.

In fact my homeboy asked on Twitter how many people have you had sex with? He was trying to get a survey of what constitutes a whore. Which got me thinking; and my number came to a shock to people who know me (and know how many cute women friends I have) as being 10. I been having sex since I was 16 and I’m 25 now. That may be low for most men but I was in 4 serious relationships back to back to back to back which spanned 7 of those years.

Anyway, so porn http://www.pornhub.com/ ,  Jergens and Lubriderm have been my best friends mainly because I been in my current city for about 8 months now and meeting decent people here is hard. I swear all the cute women are taken, have children, are lesbians, or to young. The left overs after that are look like shit or have no common ground. I’m protective of my body I can’t just fuck with or fuck anyone…

So I have spiratically given some dating websites a try. I’ve tried plenty of fish  http://www.plentyoffish.com/, black singles (this site sucks I’m not wasting my time linking this shit), and okcupid http://www.okcupid.com/.  That shit is weak. I’ve only had the nerve to meet one of the women from these sites and though the 2 dates we went one were cool. The chicks pictures were deceiving and I just wasn’t really attracted to her. And though I will date any race (last woman I dated was white, last one I was in an actual relationship was mixed blk/wht, one before that was Arab) the only women who talk to me with frequency is white women. I can honestly say that I’m not naturally attracted to them, so they have to be special…Maybe my flaw is that I am looking for someone who is flawless

On another note, I’m watching Real Time with Bill Mahr (love this show). He has some of the best political commentary on television. Yeah he is very liberal but he mixes it quite well with the conservatives he brings on the panels. Plus he doesn’t have to water down his content since he is on HBO http://www.hbo.com/real-time-with-bill-maher/index.html. I just want to know how in the fuck can I be a guest fuck being in the audience or even better get my own show like this so I can get on their and ask questions that no one is asking and talk about shit no one wants to talk about.

I say that because the past two years I have been more determined than ever. So I do feel that I can get myself in the right place to get things done on an elevated level but at the same time, I day-dream to fucking much and maybe hosting a political show is too much and this blog will have to suffice.

I’m really glad that I am receiving more viewership. No freaking subscriptions yet but more people are viewing this shit and liking it. Took longer than expected to achieve certain milestones like averaging a minimum of 25 views a day and getting a certain amount of comments that aren’t spam but slowly but surely shit is coming along and the process has been fun.

 

5 Random Facts

1-I played basketball with a bunch of Chinese and White boys and annihilated all of them. But I’m so sore cause I haven’t played in like 3 months.

2- I’m  currently listening to Brother Ali-Rainwater “At times you gotta kick your way through this bitch”

3-I’m wearing the most comfortable Scooby Doo nightware pants. It feels like silk but its cotton

4-I watched the Movies the Mack and Ghost in the Shell today

5-I didn’t spend any money today ( I wanted to go to this Chinese Buffet so bad. I’m a fat  kid trapped in a skinny body)

Time to stay creative can’t sit on my ass and expect not to be last…

p.s. I didn’t proof read this, I’m going to sleep.

 


I’m frustrated

I gotta get out of here.

I feel so trapped and unimportant

I’m so bored with trying to keep myself busy

I don’t know if everyone’s hometown makes them feel this way but I’ve felt this way about Saint Louis Missouri all my life. Maybe it’s because this city is so spaced out? Maybe it’s because I have lived here periodically (a year here, nine months there) ever since I graduated high school? Maybe it’s because my dreams don’t belong in this place?

Either way it goes being here above all the other places I have lived just makes me feel like I ain’t shit. My perspective gets so tainted. I can never really get what I want or need here and my relationships with my family seems to get worse the closer in proximity I am to them.

I don’t want to be here pass the summer yet I can’t really see me leaving anytime soon (Unless someone who works at Time Inc. reads this and offers me the vacant CEO position that just opened up).

I have been trying my best to get my life in order the past two years and be more disciplined than ever before. Treating my body right eating healthier, working out, no alcohol, no drugs, and no sex.

Not focusing on pacifying myself with any women or anything absurd , not abusing the little privileges that I do have, studying , reading, and praying more, as well as developing my crafts and hobbies further.

Yet I still feel like I’m getting nowhere. Hoping that my hard work will get rewarded in someway or at least be noticed for being exceptional at the unexpected

Maybe these are just the typical rants and troubles of a 25-year-old that doesn’t want his life to be defined by a 9-5 .

I want to be in a position to help those who have helped me but that’s a reality to my dreams.

Either way something’s got to give cause I’m getting weak.


What goes through that head of mine

I don’t know about you but im constantly thinking. I don’t know if it’s because I’m so aware or because I’m bored. Either way here is a briefing on the random things that I think about everyday or have crossed my mind this week.

-I need money, not that I need a millions of dollars(though I often daydream what i would do with it) but I want a job that allows me not to worry about income ever again…Is that even possible anymore?

-. Why do I have to sweep my floor everyday, where is all this dirt and dust coming from

-It would be awesome to direct a Quentin Terentino style comic book adventure movie or samuraI movie, i would use the marvel comic series civil war as the premise. For the samurai movie i would do it in the future instead of the past.

-I want to have completed 2 sketchbooks and 6 books by june this year. I am almost finished with one sketchbook and have completed 2 books. I need to write a screenplay or chapbook sometime as well.

-I want to be anywhere but here but at the same time I don’t. I just wish I had more company that I could enjoy…I think life hurts the most when you feel alone.

-When I return to the U.S. I dont want to return home.  That place has a way of draining me without me being aware. I love my family but i want to be away from them.

-Ever since I turned 22 I have had times where I feel I want to get married and have a wife. No specific person comes to mind but at the same time I just imagine the day where i dont have to make an impression on a woman any more because I have to one that was meant for me…But then could I want to be romantic and physical with just one woman for the rest of my early life.

-I think about if I’ve lost the best lover I’ve ever had. I think about the love i have now and how the intensity is fading with my distance. I was the sun that provided day light but now im just a cold star in the wintertime sky.  It’s hard having someones heart in your hand for so long and vice versa.

-I question my ability to even love. Why be so infatuated with it now, if i plan my future. Focus on the rest of my goals then love will just be something that comes.

-Speaking of goals, what the heck are they? I dont particularly know what I am good at. Jack of all trades but a master of none. I can’t focus on one thing, I’ve always felt more comfortable multitasking. If not it feels like my brain is imploding and my eyes see in only grey. Now I know I want to be a leader of men. How am I going to be successful at doing that to a point in life where i can contend for president of the United States. I feel that my role in life should be an ambassador of righteous ideals and ideas. But what the fuck does that mean when it comes to working. Its hard to get a job now so seeing me become that is going to be a project.

-Sometimes I feel inadequate because i cant provide for myself like I know I should.

-Cusco Peru has the bluest sky I have ever seen in my life. You would think that you are on a beach and its a reflection of the ocean.

-I don’t miss snow at all, the fact that its February and I havent seen snow since last March is amazing. Makes me want to be near a tropical climate for winter every year. That means moving out of the midwest.

-I would like to own someday: A house,  small plane, property in more than one country, motorcycle.

-I live a more honest life than a lot of people I know,yet I still get the short end of the stick many times. I need to change something or is this just apart of the test.

-That chick was so cute but i don’t know what to say to her after I got her number because my Spanish isn’t that good. So I’m going to have to pass on her.

-natural instinct in me wants to turn and look at every girls ass, because black chicks in the States are usually working with something but women here in general have the flat back.

As I’m writing this the cutest Peruvian I’ve ever seen just walked past my window but she was with what looked like her parents and maybe her son but possible a younger brother. She was thick and cute, wow. To bad she wasnt by herself then I would have said something.

I’m so hungry, I’m always hungry. I’m surprised I’m not fat and haven’t had but one cavity in my whole life as much as I like to eat. Unfortunately I have to curb what I eat and how much because it can upset my stomach.

-I just want to be successful but I need help yet don’t know how to ask.

-Sometimes I feel as if I have a felony or something because when i send out my resume I get no responses. I hate all these people contacting me for sates positions too. Unless its decent travel company then working off commission would seem hard with today’s economy.

-I feel like I been in a funk way to long. How can I be helpful?

-I miss my friends


Getting to know me

Hope for the future: I hope that things that we (including I) do not only help for the moment but for the next generation. Hopefully we can start thinking in the terms that the sky isn’t the limit and the ground isn’t a crutch.

Pet Peeve: Not cleaning up after yourself when other people rely on it. Not doing what you said you were going to do, because you didn’t have to say it.

Last Book I read: Temple by Matthew Reilly

Traveling Ritual: Pack two days before leaving so im not worrying about anything. Have to take a sketchbook, antibiotics, music player, pack of double stuffed oreos and a journal.

Least Favorite Thing: To get out of the bed in the morning. I never sleep well.

Favorite Recent Gift: A package from Umi with cookies, newspapers, letters, and drawing pencils in it. Things that remind me of home.

Misconceptions about traveling: Thought no one was going to mess with me cause i was black, but that didn’t stop me from being sneaky and stealing my iPod touch with the spit trick. ” That was a really bad day”. Also most people look at my identity in a higher light than i do as an American.

Worst Place I’ve Been: Physically Pisco Peru is a slum because it hasn’t fully recovered from a 2007 earthquake. But the people i met there were so nice.

Historical Person I would like to talk to: Nelson Mandela

Toughest Place to Live: Anywhere with no money

Favorite Item in my apartment: My picture of my siblings, it brightens up everything. Makes me focus on the important things.

Old Item I can’t throw out: These old brown and white Converse shoes from 2003, they are so comfortable even though they stink.

Collections: I have collected soil from every place I’ve ever visited 49 cities in two countries. My movie collection since i have been in Peru has quadrupled. Its sitting at 100+

Talent I covet: Knowing how people think. So by default i can figure out what they are thinking. I’m very attentive.

Hobbies: Drawing, writing when my mind allows me, hiking, and traveling.

Favorite place in my apartment: Rooftop terrace that has the most beautiful view in all of Cusco. The Viva el Peru carved in the mountain straight ahead, and the snow-capped Andean mountains to the left in the distance.

Morning Routine: Get up, make my bed, brush my teeth, and pray in the mirror. Then eat breakfast with a cup of tea.

Always on me: Usually a mp3 player, USB flash drive, chap stick, memories of loved ones.


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