The Grass is Always Greener

Ok, ladies and gents. Adding another story to my collection. I hope this one hits home, and is something you can relate to. Enjoy. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

The Grass is Always Greener

Inevitability is daunting. Certainty of an impending doom can drive you insane.

Dazzling giant sunflowers surround me in an oh so imperfectly perfect circle, standing eight feet tall; and their stalks are as vibrant as green mildew. At its center, I lay. I lay with my back arched, trying to escape what laid beneath me.

I smother it. I twirl my fingers in between each bristle. I momentarily become Tinker Bell, letting this wind carry me through all of these little earth hairs. It is more intoxicating than I envisioned it so long ago. A high that, unconditionally, keeps on giving. As I lay there with hundreds of tips caressing my back, they dig deeper penetrating my skin until they intimately intertwine with the one thing that makes me feel: my nerves.

Something Had To Give

Ok, ladies and gents.The story is a bit longer so if you make it to the bottom of the page, I’m hopeful that you’ll think it was a good read. Enjoy. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

Something Had to Give

John slightly pulls his wrist out of his jacket pocket, making sure he doesn’t reveal the gun he’s holding inside of it. He checks his battered watch. Twenty-three minutes he has been walking towards the theatre.  Twenty-three minutes thinking of the pain she caused him. Twenty-three minutes to think about if he should have turned into every alley he passed and end his life instead of theirs. Sweat runs down his entire body. To John, it seems like the closer he gets the more his sweat glands torture his eyes. His hair is wet and ruffled. His black jacket aged beyond belief. His green khaki pants crinkled and scuffed. His brown casual shoes, which oddly resembles a clown’s elongated shoes, are no better. His left shoe has been worn down to the point that the sole is partially hanging off and noticeable to any passerby with every step he takes. John wonders how he never noticed how gloomy and dreadful London looks at night. It sickens him.

Ying and Yang

Ok, ladies and gents. Um… I don’t know what to say, but Enjoy. Another day in the life of me. 🙂

Ying and Yang

Hello everyone. This’ll be my first time speaking in our meetings.

My name is Jimmy, and I’m an addict that’s been looking to drop the ‘g’.

The Game is something difficult to ween off of. Pursuit of one night stands, I mean highs, enthralled me for such a long time. I’ll be remiss if I excluded the euphoria’s I kept coming back for. Each one giving me a different, and far from a trite, experience. Cocaine, my oh my, she was an interesting cohort. When we were together, we brought each other as high as the stars could get. If we separated for even a short period time, I became lethargic, dragged my legs, and did absolutely nothing. I craved her more than any other female. Now, Meth was “My Girl.” She had me believing I was in heaven, no matter where I was. My heartbeat raced when she touched my soul, but that sense of feeling diminished more and more each time we hooked up. I cheated on her with Molly though because with Molly, music and sex never felt better. Addiction is just another word for adventure. The Game had me exploring wonders of the world through different eyes, different mouth, different skin. That’s the problem. I’ve been looking to drop the ‘g’ because I want to explore the wonders of the world with my own body. Experience the taste and feel of Ambrosia with every tastebud and skin cell that is my own. Do my mind and body wrong with the sweetest sin; the sweetest drug that is good for the soul. I need that God-made intoxication. My Yang.

The Good in Fear

Ok, ladies and gents. I love a good adrenaline rush, and scary movies and nightmares satiate that desire. This post is a different than anything else I’ve written. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

Jade

My heart is steady as I walk down the stairs. I’ve lived in this house for 22 years, so navigating in the dark is second nature. Unbeknownst to me, I have become desensitized to the darkness, and that is all because of second nature. The childhood monsters that used to lie in wait within it have ceased to exist now.

As I head into the kitchen for my midnight drink, I hear subtle sounds of movement behind me. I immediately turn around, but nothing is heard. “Blame it on the groggy state… because you’re hearing things,” I think to myself. The blood in my veins has gained a bit of speed. Tonight is becoming something unfamiliar, but I shrug it off.

I reach for the fridge and tug it open. The light emitting from within it barely illuminates the kitchen, but is enough to confirm visually what I believe by second nature to be the layout of the kitchen. As I reach for my favorite midnight drink, I see on the right-side of my peripheral vision a human-like figure watching me from the kitchen corner. I let out a high pitch scream. I drop my drink, and scream even more at the top of my lungs. Before I hear the thump of the container hitting the ground, I run to the left, where the opening of the kitchen is to flip the lights on. Once I do, I frantically turn towards the other side of the kitchen listening intensely for movement, but the only thing heard, beside the racing of my beating heart, is the emptying of a gallon of my snack. I’m desperately searching the other corners of the kitchen hoping that something, someone was actually there, but to no avail. My blood is rushing uncomfortably.

The Night Before

Ok, ladies and gents. Decided to make a prequel to The Morning After because I enjoyed writing it. Good morning, and belated Merry Christmas. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

The room fills with a cacophony of deafening sounds of elation and utter frustration. Only 3 points down and 13 yards from a touchdown, the Atlanta Falcons threw an interception, with the San Francisco 49ers’ linebacker returning a touchdown. You would think that a tyrannical dictator ruled within the walls of that specific Buffalo Wild Wings restaurant, and the citizens were finally raising their voice in support of a coup d’etat. The citizens, however, included the crew you were with. Loud, obnoxious, and ignorant most often than not. Good lord I missed them, and tonight we were having a night like the good ‘ole days.

Tonight though, you gave your wife your word that this night would be her night, and nothing less. Without notice, your friends, who are spread across the United States, happen to converge in your city during Christmas.  It has been a very long time since we all got together, and moments like this are becoming rare. At least, thats how you appealed to your wife’s empathetic side, otherwise you would not be here. It was not the approaching waiter, but the smell of Asian Zing-flavored chicken wings that brings you back to reality. In that moment of alertness, your mouth unexpectedly secretes more saliva than it needs. It vividly reminds you of her, and you slip into your most memorable, sexually intoxicating fantasies.  Again, you’re brought back to reality by the beckoning of your friends discussing how you found Roy passed out drunk behind IHOP. “No. Passed out drunk with his face planted nicely in his own vomit behind IHOP,” you corrected. Everyone laughs more at Roy than with him.

The Morning After

Ok, ladies and gents. Woke up this morning, and decided to write this story. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

You fade in and out of conscious, only awaken by sounds of shuffling.

More shuffling. You fade back in. As the world becomes more in focus, you realize the bed cover laid awkwardly, halfway down your  naked body, covering your crotch. Two Face.

You begin to fade out, but there’s more shuffling. You look to the left, toward the walk-in closet. Beautiful. Brown-skinned. Brutally bad. Damn, she’s bad. She’s putting on her laced panties, and every motion seemed so aesthetically feminine, or maybe you’re still a bit groggy from the night prior. Nevertheless, you’re smiling at her.  You’re now even more convinced that you still suffer from the effects of stupor because when she notices your gaze she speaks, but it’s unintelligible. She smiles back at you knowing that you didn’t understand a word.

Tied in a Single Garment of Destiny

Ok, ladies and gents.  Saw a picture that really got me thinking about Destiny again.  Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

I read this quote:

We Are Caught In An Inescapable Network of Mutuality, Tied in a Single Garment of Destiny. Whatever Affects One Directly, Affects All Indirectly. –  Martin Luther King Jr., Letter from Birmingham Jail, April 16, 1963

I agree with that last quote to a certain extent.  I believe Every Event has a Ripple Effect that Affects the Rest of the Universe.  What I don’t agree with is that we are all “Tied in a Single Garment of Destiny.”  Lets say there exists a set that consists of infinite unique parallel universes. Each universe is governed by “Destiny.”  Although the universes are unique, each corresponding existing entity across universes are still the same entity, regardless of cosmetics and/or varying individual thoughts.  Now, establishing those assumptions, we can infer that each universe is unique as a result of Action and Events occurring, both with subsequent rippling effects.  But if Destiny dictates the path for any entity’s span of existence, there should be a duplication of consecutive occurrences for a particulary entity from start to end in a number of parallel universes.  That contradicts our assumption that each universe is unique since entity’s across universes share the same fate.

A counter argument can be thrown that each entity in their respective universe shares a different Destiny.  If that is the case, then TWO things can be deduced from that: 1. Destiny Decides Your Fate; 2. You Have Absolutely Lost Control of Your Life, …so when did that happen? o_0

My Side of the Story o_0