SEX is...

...one of our greatest benefits in the world.

...a feeding frenzy of conceivable fantasies and false hopes.

...good times for bad ideas.

...the skeleton key for the doors of human nature.

...Las Vegas.

...an amazing pleasure for the right people. 

...a tool of deceit for the wrong people.

...the currency in a realm of association.

...a hundred billion opinions.

...a dark and bottomless pit.

...an empire.

Sex is the ultimate co-ed sport, where the odds are always good and everyone (almost) always wins. 

It's so simple that it makes everything else in life complicated. And that, I think is what keeps us coming back for more. 

"Let's try to put a price on love tonight."

  -Brandon Aharan

 

Best laid plans

Y'know those times when you're all stoked up and invincible on booze or substance with someone you may or may not know too well and you start rambling in over-confidence together about a plan to do something epic and it feels so honest n' true that it's all gonna happen? The both of you practically stamp it with no erasies, right there on the spot that whatever the hell you just built up together is "for real." You're not fuckin' around here. You seal the deal with an excited but serious handshake, high five, or maybe even a hug, depending how wasted you are. 

The next few hours to follow that monumental conversation are sweet as saccharine, but when you wake up the next day and recap all that transpired in the haze, you overlook the once brilliant, best laid plans and most likely laugh it off like it was nothing. Man were you ever knobbed up eh?

We as humans are so good at keeping the baddest of habits. One of the many downfalls of the average bear is the disbelief in success. We shrug small ideas and fantasies off  everyday and another potentially glorious roll of the dice gets tossed in the shitter. 

Meanwhile, people who make shit happen miraculously are the ones who know deep down that possibilities are endless. They know that ideas come from anywhere at anytime, sober or stupefied and it starts as a small seed that often requires some work before it produces anything good. 

 For a lot of us, the only time we allow our minds to run free is when we're under the influence. That's sad. Imagination is not dead, no matter how old you get.

This is the age of awareness. Start writing stuff down when you cook up a moment of greatness in your head. Bring the far-fetched dreams to life, cause you never know what or where it can get you. Drugs n' alcohol aren't always a viable source either. Sometimes just being outside and away from everybody is cool too. 

the world at large (part 1)

Try to picture the world and what it would look like if we were not inhabiting it. No buildings or roads. Nothing taken, nothing wasted. It's an awesome image to see but irony is a bitch isn't it. We'll never truly know what would "rule" the world in place of us. How beautiful it would be without our shit everywhere. So many questions brew up and I'm still sober as a priest....

Would certain species evolve to do things that we can't even fathom because we've oppressed their evolution by being here?  I'd put money on it. 

Would the tree n' plant population virtually take over the majority of the world's surface area?

Woah.  That's enough for tonight.

"ORDINARY PEOPLE DO FUCKED UP THINGS 

WHEN FUCKED UP THINGS BECOME ORDINARY"

-propagandhi

The Voices of Choices

You could call me crazy right off the hop here, but I got voices in my head. I believe we all do. Some of us just don't listen. Some of us just don't hear. Well, we should.

Aside from poker games, the different voices that I hear have never steered me wrong. I've followed a voice all the way to Vancouver where I fell in love with the girl o' my dreams. I've followed a voice all the way back home to a brave new world of ideas.  I've learned that there are many different voices within that come calling at certain junctures of one's life, and every now n' then they conflict with each other and you find yourself at the crossroads. In this corner, we've got the voice of invincible youth, one of the first things we ever knew and felt from the beginning. The innocent belief that we can do anything and go anywhere with our lives. What a world it would be if we didn't have to let that go. But then something happens to most of us. We begin to "grow up" and another voice creeps it's way into our heads. Sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly, but when it comes it brings the noise and it makes it harder to hear anything else. In this corner, I'm talkin' about the voice of society, not asking, but telling us join the rat race. Once this voice gets in there we tend to go through a period of struggle between the two voices yelling back n’ forth from within, trying to drown the other out. You might call this the first third of a midlife crisis. Now maybe I'm dissecting this way too much, but I feel that I have to. There's a battle going on in my heart n' mind right now and it could very well determine the path of the rest of my life. 

I'm sure of this much; if we become successful doing whatever we’re doing by listening to the first voice, before the second one has a chance to intervene than it’s typically clear sailing. We can hear both voices quite easily without any inner competition. However, if we don’t make it to where we wanna be by a certain time then the voice of society chimes in along with the surrounding banter of others who've already made their choice and before we know it we’re shackled to a house that doesn’t pay for itself, working a job that we’re never gonna be totally happy with and it becomes increasingly more difficult to get out of. Does that scare the shit out of anyone else?

Don't get me wrong, I know that some people willingly choose to live the common life. They don't hear any voices and they're genuinely happy with the future of a spouse, house, kids, and the occasional vacation. I'm glad they're out there. Everybody's got their place. I just don't think I can do that. Not yet anyway. Perhaps there will be more to report when the battle is over. 

Listen carefully my friends.

My favorite February: Bat-shit crazy month.

I'm surrounded by 4 piles of belongings; get rid of, give away, box up for storage and everything else comes with me on the journey to the middle. Where's the middle? I don't rightly know. The middle of my life is how it feels. Another set of crossroads.

I gotta be outta this downtown bohemian pad in a week. I gotta get to South-East Asia before the summer begins. I gotta convince my girlfriend it's safe. I gotta get focused for fuck sake.
So I started a spot on here to put it all into perspective. Now I feel better.

Expect a heart-attack of posts and other beautiful shit.

Best,

The Vagrant Optimist