Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Movers and Shakers

It has come to my attention that very few things are solid. Most of witch are the intentions of man. By the way feel free to point out the spelling errors, for I am very drunk. Now, as I have said few things are clearer then the intentions of men. By which, I refer to the meaning of the scale, yes there is a scale that men and women view relationships both friendship and otherwise. But it is pointed out by that scale that men don't have two different categories, which women do have. They only have one. Those they are willing to engage in certain acts. One of my friends confessed to me tonight in a very inebriated state, that I probably shouldn't mock but I must so I am very sorry. He confessed that he would like to engage in these activities with another friend of mine, to which, I sadly agreed. I feel embarrassed both for his sake and mine, but realize that both of us have something in common. That when drunk, humans can make rash dictions. Not necessarily bad but rash non the less. Now I don't know what this implies, other then that I am a sick fuck. To which many might agree but please hold, my compatriots. There are so many things involved that I don't even know where to begin. Probably with the phrase: "It has been a long time." which would be very true but would detract from the matter at hand. What I mean to say is this. Is that we make bold moves from time to time, but in my experience these bold moves are not bold enough. We should seize the bull by the horn but we do not. Maybe it is the training we have had to endure, say that men need to be softer, gentler, more in touch with our feelings. Yet, I look back on the men of our passes and I feel ashamed. What would they say? Suck it up, keep moving, damnit make a move! I think of my grand father who was known for his apathy toward emotion and his confessions there of and I think "damn how old fashion." But maybe they thinking similar thoughts about us. Thoughts of moving forward and so I say grab the bull by the horns we, perhaps I, need to be bolder in our day to day life. That in our states of inebriations and sports glory feel that these expressions are excusable. That, perhaps, in our most desperate times we engage in this because we have no comfort left. Very truly I tell you, we don't have many comforting times ahead. Look to the signs and you will see a bell curve of disatorous proportions. The new beasts of war, how true these thoughts out. So cherish your dreams and make them realities. Though perhaps I am just another mad man, searching for a truth that will not come. Maybe yes, maybe no but baby I got it in spades and so. Embrace the dark thoughts of your mind. A time will come when they wont be possible, so make them possible now. And with this, maybe just maybe we can put off the impending doom and take shelter in our way of life for another day more. Just a thought.
-:fly free:-

1 Comments:

At June 21, 2005 at 6:02 PM, Blogger zombi_king said...

grubbsy, still in Bemidj? gimme your digits homes.

 

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