Wallow Not!

So it's come down to this. This instant wanting of things, this lack of motivation, and this confusion of direction and suspension of belief. But you want things to be fine all the same. You know they are, in a Zen sort of way. Perhaps a cuddly riddle. Welcome to 2008.

That's why it's time for Guy Mode. Guys need to know that when it comes to being a man, you have to navigate through a hardcore amount of that lamesauce neuterlife we call Political Correctness. Fuck that.

People who don't like opinion that stings are like the dogs who take white shits. Sick, unheavenly individuals devoid of the same souls all people share. Or just scared of something. So, for them, maybe 1% PC. Not much more. It's nothing to tell someone exactly how you feel if maybe there's a gate around it that stretches for a mile. But the 20cm gate won't cut it any longer.

Guy mode isn't about chauvinism. It's about definition. Be yourself first. Don't take shit. Be yourself. Be a guy. If you're a guy of course. But this blog isn't just for men. There are many sites like that. It's about being a certain kind of man. One who, at 22, is discovering himself and preparing to express his divinity. It's about having the skills to really make a strong difference in the world. And developing them.

And too, It's about funny ass stuff. Days will have it. This day happens not to have too much of it...a little more lax, etc.

Questions for that ass: Will you float above the masses? Will you flounder, wading in the overcrowd semi-puddle close to shore? Will you build a sick-ass yacht in the middle of the ocean and kick it for a while, until you get ready come hit shore? It's on you in 2008. And that's the good thing about it. It's on you. But you can't be wussyland anymore.

At least that's what goes through my head daily. Like I'm trying to grasp at something solid, still sloshing my hands through the liquid. It's a tricky divide, because I know I haven't had a day of hard work in a long time. I'm fairly detached from any type of labor like that. It simply doesn't appeal to me. Perhaps that's my problem.

Maybe I'm scared to take a good ass whipping. Maybe the world is stronger than I. Nah. I'd like to think I'm a powerdreamer, aiming mindlessly from this to that, pulling out all sorts of little-used tools. And I don't think I've found myself that awesome space I'm needing to find in 2008. You've got to carve a niche. So I'll tell you about my niche.

I have a niche in creative communication. I like to communicate those hard-to-pinpoint ideas, in animated form, music, whatever. I'd like to make a living from it. A compilation of practically flavoured art, stuff you can use and digest.

But this is post one. Let me get my feet wet...

Have a good one.