Attitude is Everything

I think we all know that bitching and complaining is ugly. I try really hard not to do it. No one really wants to hear it, but there are complainers everywhere. It never really feels good to go on and on about something, yet we continue to do it. It makes me want to explode sometimes when I hear someone bitch and whine about everything and everyone. It seems all that negative space could be filled with talking about all the good people and all the amazing dreams people have. So, lets have a good time, be grateful, forgiving, hopeful, and kind. Let people go ahead of you in traffic, smile at a stranger, forgive your parents and enemies, and attempt to love your job- or at least try to have a good attitude. Its the best thing for everyone, especially yourself.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Heaven on Earth




Heaven on Earth


I enjoy fantasizing about different potential scenarios of what life could have been like for me had destiny not steered my existence for every second like a toddler being jerked around by one of those strange back pack leashes. Each one of us certainly has control over making important decisions in life, yet most things change around us with little or no control by the players involved. Time + time + time = total chaos for everyone.

What if things had been different and we could have altered our own paths and experience, and who would we be in these alternate parallel realities? For example, what if the seventies never ended? One can only dream right? It is my favorite Fantasy Parallel Life, where I can take the path I wanted to take back when I was a kid, rather than have time pulling my ass out into the great unknown with the strength of a monster rip tide. I just didn't get quite enough of the seventies, and I wonder about all the things that could have been. I feel a little ripped off really, so I entertain my delusions and my imagination takes over.

In my parallel existence I dress and look exactly like my baby sitters from 1976-the bicentennial, also known as "Heaven on Earth". I would imagine my hair would always look like this:



Or this:










And I would definitely wear shoes like these every day and enjoy how time, the sun, and my tan little toes aged the brown leather perfectly:








And when I "grow up" and make-out with Shawn Cassidy, I'll look something like this:


Or this:



Or this:












And later, when I realize I want a real man, the sexiest man alive will pick me up and we'll go play video games at the convenience store after we smoke a joint and blow up some fire works at the beach:


"Hi Matt"










He was so hot.


What happened? I had it all planned out and suddenly Reagan became president and I lost all sense of myself, my dreams, and my reality. It was as if the rug of life had been ripped out from under me and I no longer could direct myself through the path I had so desired- the path God owes me. My heaven will be something very 70's and no one can take my heaven or my Fantasy Parallel Life away from me.

More to follow.