Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 38

This entry is part 31 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

Remington Standard Typewriter on desk with blank page I want you to be uncomfortable with yourself…to writhe in your own skin.   Life has been trying to make you feel that way since the beginning and you have resisted. You have stonewalled at every step. You have fought for your normalcy and average standing. Every time strange or unusual or out of the ordinary pops up you fuck it back into the darkness with time-honored tradition and the way of the world.   Stop.   Think.   Act.   …like the blessed soul you are   …like the unique piece of the ultimate puzzle that you are   …like the king or queen, not the pawn   Stop, think and act like you give more than no fucks about this amazing existence we are a part of. Do something strange or unusual or out of the ordinary. Do something to bring light to the world.
Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 24

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 24

This entry is part 17 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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Good Day To Shit Day

I don’t know about you, but I think maybe the worst days are the ones that start perfect, and then go to shit halfway through.

I mean, a bad day is a bad day, and a great day is a great day, but a great day that turns to shit is a mind-fuck.

Today was one of those days for me. I woke up early and everything was perfect. The birds were singing, the stars were aligned, and I felt great. Everything continued that way for a few hours too. I had a few opportunities to help people — just small things — and some really good interactions. Then everything changed.

 

The Exact Moment

I can tell you the exact moment it happened. I was returning to my car from clothes shopping when I saw an older woman struggling to open a stroller. I asked her if she needed help. She said “yes please” so I started to fiddle with the stroller. I had to chuckle because I wasn’t having much luck and I told her it had been a long time since I had operated one of those.

She did not think it was funny. Instead, she unloaded on me. Not at me, mind you, but on me. She said she was “having a terrible fucking day. My husband is sick and I need to get a gift and have this baby —fuck it, I’m just gonna go home.”. She grabbed the stroller, threw it in the trunk, slammed the trunk, and walked away. I sad I was sorry that I could not be more help, but she did not hear me — she was already in the car.

 

Counting The Ways It Bothered Me

It bothered me that I could not help. It bothered me that she was having such a bad day and there was nothing I could do. It bothered me that she gave up. It bothered me that — at that moment — I could taste her disdain for that child, and her husband, and everyone that she was blaming for the day she was having. Most of all it bothered me because I could see that she was dwelling in — and feeding off of — the negative energy and that her day was only going to get worse from there.

 

Back To The Point

And now that I have rambled a bit I will get back to the point. I was having a fantastic day. I ran into someone that was having a terrible day. I was not strong enough to keep the negativity away and allowed it to follow me for the rest of the day. Then, about ten minutes ago, I decided to write about how much I disliked starting with a great day that changes into a bad day. It was in that moment that I remembered the lady, how I had personally allowed my day to be altered, and how much of a fool I am for not seeing what was happening at the moment. The End.

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 24

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 25

This entry is part 18 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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There Is No Such Thing As Coincidence

There is no such thing as coincidence. Nothing is random. Every single moment is the culmination of decisions made in all the moments before it.

I used to be a victim. Now I am not. I used to believe that there was nothing I could do about the bad things that were happening to me. Now I know that is false. I practice extreme personal responsibility day in, and day out.

 

The Result Of Our Cumalative Choices

The bad things that happen to me are a direct result of the choices I have made in my life. I recognize that they do not have to be choices immediately ( remember — Karma is rarely instant) surrounding whatever negative consequence I have incurred. In other words, choosing to steal a comic book when I was twelve could lead to my untimely stabbing death in an alley when I am fifty. That is an extreme example, but our material reality is cumulative, and that is the truth.

 

Accept Responsibility

So I accept responsibility for any and all of the negativity in my life. Likewise, I take credit for any positive things that come my way. Neither situation is ego-driven. I do not get mad at myself when something bad happens or happy with myself when something good happens. I simply thank God for the free will to make those decisions, and the lessons learned from both the good and the bad.

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 24

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 15

This entry is part 12 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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See something say something…what about see something do something?

It’s been the mantra of people in crowded streets, malls, tall buildings, and airplanes since 9/11/11. It makes sense. It’s a good practice. It could save lives. It is also built on fear and an expectation of negative intent.

That is the world we live in, unfortunately. But what if we took that negative mantra and flipped it to the positive? I mean, keep it in mind and (of course) still say something if you see something that is off, but what if we engrained ‘see something — DO something’ into our collective unconscious as well?

Think about it. If all of us had ‘see something — do something’ playing on repeat in the back of our minds how many families would spend less time stuck on the side of the road? How many children would escape a life of abuse? How many makeshift nooses would go untied and way-to-fucking-early funerals go unplanned?

Just do something. If you see someone in need, help them. If you see someone low, lift them. If you see someone in tears hug them.

Just.

DO.

Something.

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