I guess that’s what kids do to you. My ex-girlfriend — I’m talking about my first love — has had two kids from two different men.
I know, it sounds petty (making this post), but I must anonymously vent somewhere.
My ex-girlfriend is still hot. Given the opportunity, I’d love to bury my nose between her ass cheeks and smell her pheromonal filth again. I have zero desire to date her again (lying, cheating twat), but I’d be remiss if I didn’t still believe she had nice thighs and a perfect, round ass.
I generally consider her to be the hottest girl I have ever dated, but she isn’t looking as good as she used to. She’s aged considerably, and being a natural brunette with Portuguese roots, she doesn’t look that good as a blonde. Still, I’ve jacked off to her a few times lately. She just doesn’t look that great now as much as she did when we were together.
My girlfriend works at a hotel. A group of Indians purchased it a few weeks ago and the sale was made final today. Everyone who works at the hotel knew it was an ominous sign, as the same group of Indians purchased another hotel directly down the road from this one earlier this year and they docked everyone’s pay.
Of course, my girlfriend is only making thirty cents above minimum wage at this time. However, everyone else there knew they’d be affected. One of my little lady’s favorite colleagues, who worked there for ten years, quit. Today, she handed each and every person there a handwritten, personal letter. Gut wrenching. If that isn’t heartbreaking enough, the general manager — the boss — who was responsible for hiring my girlfriend and giving her a chance in the first place… is leaving. She and the Indians could not come to terms with the pay.
Personally, I think it’s chickenshit to take over a company and immediately dock everybody’s pay. But c’est la vie. That’s the way it is in the world of big businesses. It’s sad. But that doesn’t make it any less bullshit.
There’s other people leaving… two of the desk receptionists. That leaves only three other people who will be at the desk (my girlfriend and two others). I hope everything will work itself out. I don’t know who will take their boss’s place. I was really hoping she’d stay, because my girlfriend liked her so well. She was a great boss. Good to everyone. She doesn’t give anybody an unfair shake. She was constantly looking to please negative reviewers on sites like Trip Advisor and other review sites. But I can understand her wanting to leave if the dipshit new owners want to lowball her.
On one hand, I understand what the new owners want to do… save money and increase profits, but what every business owner needs to know and understand is this: happy employees = a more successful business in the long run.
I just had to post my thoughts somewhere, even if to strangers on the internet that probably won’t even read this. My heart breaks for my girlfriend over this transition. I wouldn’t be so upset for her if her boss was staying, but with her leaving after over 20 years of experience, it’s going to be strange.
This is a small area. My girlfriend moved here to be with me. It took her over five months just to get a job (this one) despite applying anywhere and everywhere. It’s definitely a “it’s who you know” kind of place when it comes to getting a job. My girlfriend just got lucky landing this hotel one. All thanks to the boss who’s now leaving.
I hope things will look up. I hope it’ll all “come out in the wash”.
Andy Frisella is amazing. He’s the MFCEO. He busts ass daily. Grinds. No excuses. No bullshit. I’ve been listening to his thoughts that he’s been generous enough to share for the last two years. I’m thankful.
Here’s his Facebook post about being a real man:
Lots of talk about being a “REAL MAN” today.
Sorry to break it to some of you hard asses out there but grease on your hands, guns and beard doesn’t make you a “REAL MAN”.
A “REAL MAN” lets his character speak:
Do your best. Every time.
Take responsibility for your actions.
Know that your problems are AT LEAST 50% your fault…and more than likely 100%.
When you make mistakes (and you will make plenty): Admit when youre wrong.
Fix the issue.
Know you know very little.
Bring others up.
If you have an issue have enough respect for the person to address it privately.
When you lose. Dont pout. Come back stronger.
Celebrate others success.
Dont hold grudges.
Wish the best for others.
…and a million other things.
REAL MEN live these values from their heart. Its genuine. Its not a fake facade they put on for the world on social where they say one thing and do another.
Sometimes its hard too.
Sometimes you have internal struggle over it.
Sometime youd rather eat a pile of shit than apologize, take responsibility or forgive
…but that only hurts you, burdens you & chips away at your character & self worth.
Do your best to become a REAL MAN…not just talk about being one.
I was born in ’91. My first love (when it comes to sports) was basketball. I had a tiny, little basketball hoop and eventually got a big basketball goal that’s still in my driveway today (from ’97 to now). I played rec league basketball and won a watch from being the best shooter on the team after a day during practice in which I hit more shots than my teammates.
I thought Michael Jordan was the shit (just like every other ’90s kid). Space Jam was my jam; I even had the soundtrack playing all the time. I bandwagoned the Los Angeles Lakers when I was 8-years-old because I thought there could be no duo better than Shaq and Kobe. It pissed my dad off, because he was a Boston Celtics fan who wanted me to like them! He also was a big Tim Duncan fan, and the last NBA Finals we watched together before his death was the 2003 Finals between the San Antonio Spurs and New Jersey Nets.
I don’t really have a singular favorite “team”. I felt a soft spot in my heart when the Celtics beat the Lakers in the 2008 NBA Finals. I have a shithorde of favorite players from over the years. Tim Duncan, Kobe Bryant, Kevin Garnett, Tracy McGrady, Paul Pierce, Ray Allen, Brandon Roy……………. the list goes on and on.
That’s why, I guess, I still love the game now! So many people bitch and cry over the Golden State Warriors running the table, but I find it pretty entertaining. Of course, the league is at its best when big market teams are contenders.
I’m just a southern white boy from southwest Virginia. There are no teams here. I guess the closest one would be the Charlotte Hornets, about four hours away from me. I’m from a rural area that cares more about college and pro football than it does anything else. NBA isn’t talked about here unless you are playing basketball with other fans, and even then — despite it being shit in quality these days — college basketball is favored.
So hell, I love all the shit that is going on in the NBA right now. It’s fun. It’s entertaining. Sometimes I root for certain teams to defeat others, but all in all, I’m just a fan. I don’t feel this way with any other sport (outside of, say, an individual sport like MMA).
My back is fookin’ killing me right now. Lower back. No other symptoms. I went to bed on Sunday night and woke up lying on my back, took a breath and boom, back pain city. Ever since, it’s been fairly consistent. Not severe (except for when I woke up at 5am and took a breath). It’s a dull ache. It radiates around my lower back from the middle to the sides/flank. No other symptoms (again).
My girlfriend bought us a brand new mattress on Thursday evening. Didn’t sleep good on Friday night, because she worked third shift (I never sleep good while she does those shifts; sleeping without her sucks). Didn’t sleep good on Saturday night, and I have no idea why, because we were out and about all day in 97 degree weather and I was pretty tired, but I struggled to fall asleep. Sunday night… went to bed but woke up with the aforementioned back pain, and it just hasn’t gone away.
I mowed the yard yesterday, and that always gives me back pain. While I don’t think I’m very tall (6’2″; average), mowing the yard always hurts my back because I have to bend forward a little bit to push the lawnmower. Probably didn’t help. Going to bed last night was a motherfucker.
Anyway, maybe it’s all due to stress?
I’m so scared of the future. I’m 26 years old. I just, for the first time ever, accepted my student loans. They are pending. I’m taking online classes, and one physical in person face to face class locally, at a university. The in person class will be local, at the community college I just finished up at. I have a hold on my student account that’s been troubling my mind lately. Anxiety city. Damn. Wish I had another month before classes start, so I can get my shit together, or at least pretend to.
One of my former high school teachers died last Friday. He was my geometry teacher during my junior year of high school in 2007-2008. I didn’t really think he was that great of a teacher — and I did poorly in his class, as a perennial bad math student until lately — but he was a hell of a person. Truly one of a kind. A lifelong heavy metal, all-things-WVU loving headbanger unafraid to say anything, unabashedly himself.
He retired last year. He was diagnosed with cancer in February or March… brain and lung (longtime smoker)… died last Friday.
He posted his phone number on Facebook asking for anybody to call him.
A few times, he asked people to visit him anytime.
He was sent home with hospice on July 5th.
I kept telling myself I was going to call and visit him.
I never did. I feel like a piece of shit for not doing so. I’m going to regret this forever, I feel. A lot of my fears was that, maybe he wouldn’t remember me? I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about how he passed away. He was always so healthy and active and growing his garden and going to heavy metal (Doro) concerts. And now he’s gone.
I get it. People died. I’ve lost more people in my 26 years than most have. All my grandparents, my dad, an uncle who was like a second dad to me, a great friend in 2010, my uncle in January…. it’s rough. But damn, the regret of never going to see him has been hurting my soul deeply.
Even though I eat a diet that — by all accounts, through scientific peer reviewed studies and research — is optimal for testosterone production…. I’ve been an emotional fucking mess.
For example, my girlfriend came home last night after working a 3-11 shift, and she said she heard some crazy noise outside, like footsteps, and she hurried and got in her car. She then said, “I thought I was a goner! And that I’d be dead, and wouldn’t get to see you again” …. and I don’t know fucking why, but replaying what she said a few times made me bawl like a little baby.
I love her so much.
But this depression/emotional state is killing me.
Usually, I love the summertime. Even if it’s hotter than hell and damn near impossible to deal with, it’s usually the happiest time of the year for me, but this has been one of the most stressful, emotionally taxing summers of my life. And I don’t know why.
I’ll never tell her this, but I feel like a burden to my girlfriend. She loves me so much, and I feel like I constantly disappoint her. She’s never expressed, implied or displayed feelings that implicate that, but I feel like I could be doing so much better. I probably kept her up way too late last night with my back pain. So full of guilty feelings today. Holy shit. Just had to get this all written down.
Chester Bennington of Linkin Park committed suicide yesterday by hanging himself.
This death hit home for me, because I was a huge Linkin Park guy in the early to mid 2000s during my preteen and teen years. Hybryd Theory and Meteora were albums I listened to often. My best friend, who resembled Chester (skinny, glasses, buzz cut/nearly bald), and I would play Madden ’05 online with the Linkin Park/Jay-z collaboration “Numb/Encore” on repeat. Those were the days.
I used to think suicide was a selfish act. And, in a way, I still think that way, but not like I used to. If you tell a suicide person they are selfish for feeling suicidal, that only pushes them further to do so. Not a good mix.
The act of committing suicide is an unstable one. To want to do so, you are mentally unstable, because biologically we are programmed to take the path of survival.
I changed my views over the years, because over the past six or so years I secretly (in my real life) have suicidal thoughts on occasion. Nothing in particular triggers them. I’ve just gone through bouts of depression where I can’t pinpoint what I’m feeling. I think it’s possible to be depressed without knowing it. Recently in my life, I’ve felt almost no zest for anything at all…
Because of that, I’ve felt unfair to my girlfriend, friends and family. In that way, I do feel like a burden to them, because I feel like being around them has the possibility of causing them to be unhappy. I don’t voice the way I feel, because I don’t want to be a Debbie downer.
Regardless, I recognize these occasional feelings of suicide are irrational. Still, the thought of going to sleep and never waking up is something that comforts me, in a way. I’m not going to commit suicide, or at least I don’t plan to, but often the thought stays in the back of my head.
Selfishness be damned, when you feel like you are worthless and your value to others is at an all-time low, wielding the mindset that you belong, that you matter, that you are needed is difficult.
The worst part about suicide, however, is if you take your life when you have children that depend on you. Bennington has six kids, and I feel for each of them. If you have kids who need you and you commit suicide, I can’t help but think it’s selfish. But again, mental clarity is blurred in moments like these.
I hope we will find out what was troubling Chester Bennington. Maybe we never will. Depression isn’t easy to understand. It’s difficult to write about. We all have our own struggles and personal battles that often remain unbeknown to everybody. In fact, each person you meet in this world will have something going on in their lives that is affecting them in some kind of negative way, but 98% of the time you’ll never know it. We’ll never know it.
The thought of killing myself and leaving my girlfriend behind breaks my heart. I can’t imagine doing it to her. Even though I do often feel like a burden to her given that sometimes my passion for things is lost, I know she thinks the world of me and would be crushed if I did something like that. At the same rate, there are moments where I believe she’d be better off in the long run.
I’m also scared about the future prospect of possibly fathering a child. Even though I had an amazing father and mother, I feel like I won’t be as good as my dad.
I try to embrace and compound these feelings and sublimate them into positive pursuits, but when you have zero desire to do something and the discipline/habit to do it is lacking, life is hard.
Fuck yeah, life is supposed to be hard. But man. It’s just, I don’t fucking know.
Just talk to somebody. Anybody. When you are feeling like you want to end your life. Maybe I’m not the best to recommend that, but I’m here trying to put it into words.
Much love to anybody reading this. You do matter. Maybe you can’t see or understand it, but you do. You do make a difference.
This is simply my belief: how you start your day determines the rest of it. Sure, you can overcome a shitty start to a day, but sometimes it puts you in an uphill battle in regards to a negative mindset that’s difficult to deface.
I’ve noticed this the last few days.
My girlfriend’s family came in on Friday night and left yesterday. Each day, we were up early (fine by me; I’m a morning person these days). Saturday, we went grocery shopping for a weekend featuring epic meals (oh, they were). Sunday, we got up early to start up some barbecue smokin’ on my Weber Smokey Mountain cooker. Yesterday, we spent time together at Cabelas and Bass Pro Shops before they headed home.
It was a fun weekend, and it was sad seeing them go. Anyway… I had some damn good days, and it goes back to what I said.
Oftentimes, I fall into a trap. I get up, and well, as a man I’ll often wake up with rock hard morning wood, aching to get rid of it by…. taking care of business, of course.
As I mentioned in a previous post, the biggest waste of time is going to Tumblr and searching the “my butt”, “my booty”, “my ass” tags or going on Reddit’s many NSFW gonewild-esque subreddits and jacking off. It’s a waste of my time, personally, because two or three hours will pass by quickly, and before I know it I will have been edging for too damn long, and I’ll feel terrible about wasting that portion of the day sitting on my ass and doing nothing.
My typical, best days are when I wake the hell up, ignore taking care of my morning wood (saving up for my girlfriend for later), drink my water from my 64oz Stanley stainless steel growler, consume my caffeine, piss/shit and get on with my daily farmer’s carry workout and more. In the summer, I love going outside with just my shorts on, soaking up the morning sun and relaxing. It’s perfect.
Just getting up and doing something marginally productive is a great start to the day.