Weather Wears Water

Bible Verse:
He that walketh with wise [men] shall be wise: but a companion of fools shall be destroyed.

Proverbs 13:20



During a weekday night, you lay in your cozy and caring bed. School is going to be such a drag in the morning, or should I say, in a couple of hours. You need to get to sleep and you know it! You're body is already passed out, all you need to do is close your eyes and keep them shut. Once you open your eyes a little, even it's a measly almost unrecognizable semi-blink, they will slam open! You have to wince so hard that when you gentle release the eyelid pressure the lids would get stuck together. Then when you come to sudden realization that you're dreaming, you mess it up by thinking about what you were dreaming!! Now the process rinses and repeats. During the middle of the best part of the cycle (the dreaming stage), my intellectual brain decides to alert me that I've forgotten to write my blog. "Eh, it's already Thursday and it's super late, my viewers can wait for tomorrow." Is what I told my brain with a matter-of-fact tone of voice. But then, defiantly my brain injects into me a massive surge of inspiration. The simple most rarest element that inhibits my brain. You win this time brain.....you win this time....

I love you.
Such a beautiful phrase. It's that phrase you want to hear from a person whom you care about. It's not like you were waiting for them to say it, it just feels so refreshing for the soul. Man, just thinking about it makes you feel all tingly inside. Now, what makes this phrase this great? Which part of that gives that "awe" factor? Well sure, the "love" part of course. But what does that mean? "Well it's when you really really like somebody cus it makes your heart happy." Like for real, do you even know what "love" means?.... Me neither. I'll go find out.... LOVE. That's actually not what I expected/had in mind. I was under the impression that love was something more absolute (I know you don't know what that word means, click on it;) ). I think love is a feeling you receive when you know someone/something is, has, or will know what your some/mos of your life is like. When you realize that they know your life almost as well as you, and vise versa, and you're both openly aware of it, only then does true Love exists. That might've been a bit confusing, so i'll try to simplify it via making a list.

To achieve Love in its truest form:

1) Find a counterpart.
2) Get to know each other extremely profoundly.
3) Appreciate their life, and appreciate that they appreciate yours.
4) Congratulations!!

Reasoning behind this conclusion of mine is because I have reasons to believe that humans do not enjoy living in solitude. They seek constant partnership even within inanimate objects (which is not uncommon). When you find that one person/thing that not only fills your external world with their graceful presence, but your internal/emotional world too, then you want to keep them. What can you do to keep them? Well you could: a) enslave them, b) marry them, c) make an offspring, d) blackmail them, or e) bribe them with the single most beautiful thing humans are capable of giving. The answer is Love!! Now when you get bribed with Love on top of your bribe of Love, then you have found Love. Be warned my fellow humans, Love is imperishable. Once given it is never returned. So when you think you "love" somebody, break up with them, get over them, forget about them, and move on without even thinking about them, then it wasn't Love. Heartbreak is another story. If you are suffering, and the ex counterpart isn't, all they did was take your bribe. Unluckily for you, you are the only one suffering, while the ex counterpart enjoyed your abundantly beautiful Love. The only way I could think of to get rid of Love towards other is through memory. Once forgotten, it's difficult to remember. (not to mention memory loss and mental deseases: Alzheimer's, etc.)

Then of course there is puppy love, but that shouldn't be a problem for anyone.

(OMG don't you just love this puppy!!!)

I was born in April the 27th in 1992. On April 27th of 1996 I was trucked in the most literal way. A speeding pick-up truck unknowingly rammed me and torpedo launched me across the pavement road. Yup, my fourth birthday. Funny thing is that I remember the whole entire day before the accident, but for more obvious reasons not much after. 

The day of my fourth birthday: (note: I am at this point living in Mexico.)

As a child I was fairly independent. I had siblings and friends to play with, but I preferred the solitude. In this particular day, I woke up early as usual and watch my morning cartoon ritual. Once bored (not long) I went outside to play and feed my relatively new dog. I forgot what I named him, but I had loved him enough to honor him with a name. After I got tired of looking for him I walked towards the nearby store to get some candy. Distracted by a patch of grass whom's height surpassed my own I decided to enjoy it to the max by making some sort of bed/burrow in the middle of what a the time seemed like and endless field. I lied there with grass sealing me in entirely that stretched out into the arms of the wind. The swaying of the grass and the shifting of the clouds was serene. Makes me wonder what was going through my mind. Was I really there just to enjoy the beauty of nature? After what seemed and eternity, and my skin been cooked over median well, I went along to search for my dog again. I stopped by my neighbor across the road (since he was a new dog he still strayed away from home). I asked her if she had seen it, she answered with a "no" but she had a face that said "well i don't really know". She then got up right after her face had spoken to me and went inside. I then assumed she had gone to go check her backyard. She had a tiny house so I patiently waited for her affirmation. Meanwhile I am still standing on the middle of the road (since I had found her on her porch, a good communication was able to be established at my location). I waited there for no longer than 15 seconds when I realized she was taking quite a bit of time. I am wasting my time, I could be doing some searching of my own. So I looked to my left, to see if my dog had maybe strayed towards that direction, but all I saw was a tiny truck. It was an uphill so I immediately intended to look to my right since it was common to see dogs going downhill. As I my neck is pivoting to the right, just when my head is perfectly straight, the tiny truck grows 20 times it's size and teleports 30ft ahead of it's location and hits me square on my head. You know what happens next. I was immediately tended for and rushed to a nearby hospital. Doctors didn't find any injuries, and neither did I. The truck left a skid mark 10ft long. How fast must have it been going? How much force did it hit me with? No injury?? And where the heck sis my dog?! Those are all questions I never learned the answer to.

Cool.
 Freak'n.
  Story.
   Bro.
 :)

This one was a little longer than usual, I got a little carried away. Hopefully you enjoyed it and understood most of it. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, feel free to leave a comment. :) May Peace, Justice, and Love reside upon your world.

Contagious Cannibalism

Bible Verse:
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou [art] with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 

Psalms 23:4


I'm going to skip the apologies and excuses in this blog. By this time most of my followers have forgotten the fact that I write a blog, which is completely understandable.

So I've been thinking quite a bit, about my future. What do I want to do with my life? Why did I choose Psychology as my major? What else could I  study for? What career would be best for me? It's questions like those that were consistently and persistently being asked to  myself. Now, they say that you aren't crazy if you talk to yourself, crazy is the one who talks to himself and responds. Unfortunately, I answered all those questions. I say "unfortunately" because my madness is confirmed, but I'm glad for it. I learned that I chose psychology because it is what I am naturally good at. Not only do I like it, it is what I do naturally and love so much. I knew I had to dedicate the rest of my life to a career that I had passion for, not for what is more practical. I have sufficient issues myself so I decided I didn't want a counseling career. I wanted to be a detective....but with a psychological expertise. I searched up "Forensic Psychology" and met my soul mate. That is what I want for my life. I want to be like one of the guys from the hit t.v. show "Criminal Minds". If you've never heard of it.....quit reading my blogs!!! lol jk. But seriously...awesome show.

I've been searching for a new band to get sucked into. The journey to find it was fun and intriguing. There is so many talented musicians out there, extremely creative and innovative. I would name a few, but I don't remember 90% of the names....But that has no importance anyway because I came back empty handed. I stumbled upon the realization that The Killers never gets old. The only reason I was looking for a new band was because I had stopped listening to them...I've forgotten how much they mean to me. But Every time I see their name, their art, or listen to their song, I know that they will be my all-time favorite band. Every time I listen to any of their songs it sounds new to me. And it's not Brandon Flowers which I like (the lead vocalist), it's the band. I feel like they know me. Go listen to them if you haven't. I want to recommend a song...but they're all so different/special/unique/beautiful in their own way. The most award winning single was "Mr. Brightside" so you could start with that one I suppose.

    ( They are regrettably in a hiatus, but fortunately they already announce the forthcoming of a new album!! And If I had to choose 1 album from them because my life depended on it I'd choose "Sam's Town.")




Patience is a virtue? What is "virtue" exactly? Why do I want that? Who cares about virtue! Patience is what you need! Patience for the ramen soup boiling up in your microwave. Patience for young ones who have an infinite supply of questions. Patience for the right person to come and sweep you off your feet (if your feet haven't been swept yet ofcourse). Patience for this annoying paragraph of my blog that keeps repeatign the word "patience".
STORY TIME:
There once was a man with a ton of patience. He was so patient it overflowed. So patient that people wanted to buy patience off of him. Then he died.
MORAL:
Patience and "lazy" are separated by a very thin, perforated line. Don't cross it.

Thanks guys for devoting some of your time towards my blog, I hope you enjoyed. Special thanks to my buddy Arny who introduced me to the criminal minds show, and to Emmanuel Melgoza for the introduction the the killers. Remember guys...DON'T! GET! ELIMINATED!!!