On Bad-assery and Awesome-ocity

Bad-Assery and Awesome-ocity are very similar things. To be awesome or bad ass, all you need is to have the courage to fail.

There exists a clan of people who HATE awesome people. They can't stand it when people do things like follow their dreams, or attempt to change themselves for the better. The Clan only accepts people who conform to the social stigma that taking risks is a bad thing, that life is a ride that you take, that you HAVE to go to college if you want to be "successful". But what is success? Shouldn't success be something that each individual can determine for himself?

There was once a young man who didn't see the world like everyone else. The "New" world was not prepared for him, and he was not prepared for the "New" world; but he was ready for it. "But the time for action is always now, it's never later," he thought. It was  the uncertainty that was exciting to him. He heard the cries of others, that they don't want to "grow up," but rejected their mentality. He thought it conformed to the idea that to be grown up is invariably boring.  He thought to grow up was something that never stops, it was his time to make loud mistakes, to try and fail, to learn.  He saw his only limits as self imposed. How much of this boy is in you?

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped...living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become." - Steve Jobs

To My Friends

Today is Valentines day, maybe the worst holiday in existence. The day that everybody feels obligated to buy things for someone.  "Trapped, Tricked, Hoodblinked, Hambushed! It's a Scandal, It's a Outrage"

Here is what I know to be true of Love. The Love is always there, sometimes it just doesn't show until it's too late. There is always a huge outpouring of Love in moments of tragedy. It would then seem that the Love was sympathetic. This is utterly false.

I would like to take this time to show my Love now. To each and everyone of my friends, you have impacted me in someway, and everyone you know. Never take fore granted the small effects you have on people. I am forever grateful for having all of you in my life, and for having life at all.

Don't ask yourself what life will bring you. Ask yourself what you will bring life.

Anupam Sanyal
Jim Smith
Thank you for touching my life.


Josh

Lunchtime follies (Elementary School tales)

I've never thought so, but for my whole life people have always told me that I was weird. I never really thought so, but people still tell me that I'm one of the weirdest people they know...I would probably just say that I have more doubt, literally every thought I have comes with an antithesis. 

Anyway, that was a boring tangent I was about to start. I just wrote four or 5 boring self analytical sentences that have nothing to do with lunchtime follies. So- Ladies and Gentlemen, lunchtime follies! (proof that I'm weird, or not weird, whichever you choose. They seem like normal stories to me)

kindergarten- I decided I would join a tribe or warriors. No one else wanted to join. Instead of dropping it I joined anyway. I, the lone warrior of the cafeteria tribe, ripped open my chocolate pudding, smeared it all over my face and let loose a guttural shout that would have scared the worlds most docile mountain lion. I'm assuming a docile mountain lion would be harder to scare than a ferocious humming bird, so I picked the lion. 

I got in trouble

1st grade- I have always been very competitive, gullible, and easily frustrated; especially when told I was a liar. A few of the guys at the lunch table told me I was a girl. The typical response might be something like, "No I'm not!" This would then be followed by a bus ride home full of tears and a poor pitiful life in which I blame everyone else for my problems, proclaiming, "no one understands me," and "life is so hard."

Instead, I argued with them for five minutes about my gender... And YES!! I think sex is gender are synonyms. Anyway. I stood up on the table and pulled down my pants. Now they  KNEW I was a man

2nd grade- I called the lunch lady a stick in the mud because she was, and then blamed someone else.... He got in trouble... hahaha...  (He did actually say it first, I just say it WAY louder.)

5th grade- I've had this problem my whole life that when I laugh really hard I urinate. This kid told me a joke, it wasn't even that funny. but I started laughing hysterically. I pissed my pants so hard that it looked like I jumped in a pool. Literally, the entire back of my pants were soaked AND I left a puddle in the seat. I actually think I wet my bed last night too.... oops..

Josh

A New Habit

Firstly, I'm deeply sorry for the nearly three week hiatus. I had a lifexplode occur and am just now getting accustumed to my new schedule of busy busy yum yum. It's funny how time management comes in waves. When schedules change so does time spent being unproductive.

Anyway, I was in acting class expressing my frustration at how backwards acting is. " How the !@#%@" can I learn how to load images or circumstances (In non jargon: how can I learn to let imaginary situations live in my body). The simple answer to this question is to use my imagination. Something that has been so unkindly conditioned away by social gatekeepers.

Wolf suggested an introspective approach that I love because it encourages optimism and self discovery. Every day Brandon will ask me what the most beautiful thing I saw/experienced was, then I will answer honestly, paying close attention to how I answer. Observing the physical carryover of my imagination, and thus improve my ability to act (Because memories exist only in my imagination).

I love this. It keeps me on the lookout for great things as well as give me insight as to how I think and behave.
Behaviour has been on my mind alot lately. I'm interested in how my existence and state of being affects others. Eye contact for instance, haptics, dress, vocabulary level.

Try it out sometime. See how your demeanor can manipulate the energy in a room.



Josh