And I have so much more money coming. I usually come here to vent, but not today. I am just so grateful. I am utterly thankful to the divine, my angel guides, God, and the universe.
Truly.
Thank you.
Never take for granted being able to fill up your gas tank on your own, buying new top-of-the-line Asics as soon as your pair wears, being able to eat out when you want, planned vacations, etc.
Never forget the awful cringe feeling of asking grandma for gas money or a $200 check.
Sometimes I feel like a stranger to my own life.
“Betrayed and wronged in everything,
I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king,
And seek some spot unpeopled and apart
Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.”
― Molière, The Misanthrope
“Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.”
― Charlotte Brontë , Villette
“What hurts so bad about youth isn’t the actual butt whippings the world delivers. It’s the stupid hopes playacting like certainties.”- Mary Karr
“I saw everything in the world build up and then everything in the world fall down again.”
― Marina Keegan
There is so much light and love in my book and my intentions that it’s Kell and his dad who made the mistake, not me. And I really, truly feel this.
What the fuck do I do with all this fandom? With all this support? All these dreamy notions of meeting him, befriending him, facing him… him and Phil meeting at my wedding. And for what? For fucking what? For rejection? For embarrassment?
The rational mind kicks in: “Just because you are his fan doesn’t mean he has to…”
Blah, blah, blah. Shut the fuck up.
Ouch. It hit like a break up.
“If I could get a call back from Kell Brook’s manager versus “her,” I would choose the manager. That’s what I had been saying.
What I want to remember from this day….
I want to remember the “hookie” feeling of going boating then to the movies on a weekday afternoon with my dad and uncle.
And the mindful, conscious, laughter when he and my dad were talking about “dinging” you know who.
Ordering Nick the Greek on the ride to the movies.
“No tomatoes on the chicken gyro.”
“I’ll take your tomatoes,” my uncle said.
“Add my tomatoes to veggie gyro,” I said.
And he either did finger guns or snapped his fingers or said: “That’s right…” something like that.
Because I can’t get my hands on a Hyundai Veloster N in time for my drive tomorrow…
Nor a hot Persian grad student.
I don’t know what this will feel like. That’s in part why I’m doing it. I’m not sure how much it will lend to the story. One must assume it’d have to lend SOMETHING. If anything, its a colorful thing to mention when you publish this story or are on Joe Rogan talking about your love of writing.
WAIT. FACKING HELL. I’m gonna have to do this all again when I actually get the N, won’t I?
“If you are willing to look at another person’s behavior toward you as a reflection of the state of their relationship with themselves rather than as a statement about your value as a person, then you will, over a period of time, cease to react at all.”
“I am not how you think I am. You’re how you think I am.”
“Judgement is easy. The hard part is realizing that’s where you hide.”
“For the Alchemist…the one primarily in need of redemption is not man… but, the Deity…who is lost and sleeping in matter.” ~ Carl Gustav Jung.