Insidious Adaptation

In conclusion, one has to be stronger than they were before to ensure they do not resume their previously identified, “problematic” behaviors.  The end is the beginning. The spoiler alert right up front, a clear message.  Just me.  I am nothing of significance. This makes me more of a danger than anyone of this weighty expectation, for I have freedom and irrelevance to do and say as I like. I can tell you, that I believe Donald Trump is doing his job, and I believe much of what is happening is a smoke screen for something else. I think that maybe he is doing what he felt like he should do to bring all the little turd pieces to the top of the cream to be scraped off, exposed, dealt with; for underlying issues are still issues.  Another thing I stand for is the Bible. I can tell you that what is presented is real and told in the way the Bible depicts it for an eternal purpose, not for an upfront message all the time. I believe the tendencies and storie...

A warrior? Not with these pink headphones, I took them from my wife.  The safety of steel, the warmth of artificial heat, the comfort of familiarity, the thrill of competition. The sanctuary for all those who are lost, and the temple other can go to to build their bodies into gods and goddess. The woman at the front entrance, she allows the chosen ones to enter, keeping out those less-fortunate, the ones who are on the outside of this club, these steel, shed walls, not allowed to share in this warmth, in these moments of mental anguish and battle. All ages, all types of people, all walks, social placement, all allowed to walk amongst one another as long as they abide by the laws set forth of the club's owner. Though this monarchy has its ruler, it also has its warriors, and here, amongst the people, they seem to take charge, holding the ability to raise the people on their shoulders, only to be the ones raised up in the minds of the congregation, or at least that is what the...

You fired them, or they moved on, or they were cut due to budget restrictions, or maybe you saw the potential that you could not contain and therefore let them fly, a noble ending to a company admitting they cannot supply what the person needs.   The qualities of an ideal employee, not as easy as determining who is the hardest worker, but in the subtleties of the person. First, the person whom you might see working late, seems well-liked, appears to have all the answers, never appears out of sorts; on paper, and in interview, this may appear to be THE person, but they aren’t. They are most likely the same person you will grow to dislike or form some sort of disconnect with over time with. They aren’t real enough, they appear to be balanced, and you can’t quite put your finger on it, but something is just enough "off," but yet identifiable to the point, an employer might think its them.  It isn’t.  Its that employee, to no fault of their own mind you. The pe...

Recently my family and I were reminded of what life was like, pre-internet. The era my daughter will never know came upon us on Friday afternoon as we were all coming home with high expectations to indulge our Wifi-using selves. For me, it was going to be another promotional post on Instagram or Facebook (promoting my book, Castle-Broken, sold here ), for my wife it was going to be her Sims game, probably, along with other social media outlets. Even my daughter uses the Wifi as the unlimited number of Sesame Street episodes on Hulu inform her of numbers and letters and of course, Elmo's World with the klutz Mr. Noodle who, I am sorry, reminds me of some Black Mirror's episode (this guy is trapped in some room, with nothing else but whatever Elmo finds necessary to entertain some omnipresent audience who tells Mr. Noodle he is doing it wrong, a bumbling hell if you ask me.) The Wifi was out, thus a strong persuasion to make a service call to the dreaded customer service on a...

The eyes tell the truth our conscious unable to cover. The insides, the souls these bodies contain, the abstract concepts defined in undefinable terms. The eyes however, they offer a glimpse, simply described as beautiful, even with the most broken. We are all made of good which lingers inside us all, no matter how altered, how saturated in  manipulation  experience forced it into. The love inside, the goodness we originated from, lingers in the eyes for there is no makeup, no clothing options, no actions, that can override what we all know exists.   Some of us define ourselves by actions, I am a writer, a former of words, a counselor by profession, yet, who I truly am is behind these eyes. What I do isn’t anything of significance and only displays what I want you to see, for my eyes will show you I am too scared to be honest. The actions are filtered, where the eyes are unable to be, even through presentation and admission of guilt, the eyes tell the real and only t...

As the earth spins, the cold wind blows, from The North down, covering the plains with a sheet of bitter sting, simply known as, winter. The earth, she spins on a titled axes, for that is what we all know, some audaciously question, however the seasons change, the heat of summer becomes the cool of fall followed by the frigid state of late winter. These months, they linger, they titillate us with, “so close, but so far away,” as the springtime season smell is in the air, but dampened by a heavy cold.  Walking my dog outside, a Husky, for she loves the winter, she embraces and sits in the cold, as the snow covers her majestic coat, and her piercing blue eyes gleam through the greyness of the winter morning, I notice a peace that I will not get again, not today. The rest of my day is not a walk in solace, nor is it a practice in mindfulness, it is rather, chaotic, involving me holding on, riding, rather than controlling, attempting not to judge, attempting to be a, “better” pers...

In junior high, as I discovered "chat rooms," I had developed an alter ego who was 19, from California, and male, under the name of Billy McBean. This was my typical response where the common question would arise, "A/S/L( Age, Sex, Location)?" I figured 19 was safe and due to being nowhere near California, nobody could, “figure me out.” I created the name from a kid I knew in elementary school whose last name was different, but for sake of embarrassment on the world wide web, I figure I'm best at leaving that next part out.   Billy lived in what appeared to be squalor on the edge of my small town. He wasn’t too far from where I lived, though I determined, miles away socially. Billy might have had some sort of learning disability, or at least emotional disturbances due to home conditions, something that indicated a “difference.” Unfortunately as kids go, this, “difference” was noticeable and used against him from the bus rides to school, to the playground, ...