Sometimes life progresses so slow it is hard to realize that you may be moving forward. Couple this with the fact that everyone has a different opinion of what it means to be moving forward. I still find myself relating to the younger generations and sometimes feel that my social evolution train stopped somewhere around the time when I turned 25. Yet I have taken on all the other responsibilities of the typical 37 year old. I struggle to find exactly what this means and if this point of view somehow holds me back. I think often about the relationships I have bulldozed through and can't help to reflect that most of the time my maturity level was on par with the common 7 year old.
And then there is the other side of me that has kicked and scratched and clawed his mind out in order to keep up on the mortgage and other responsibilities of the modern 37 year old. This leads me to the question of why can't I put the same belief in my personal relationships as I can with all my other obligations?
I am not complaining I take complete ownership of my actions and for the most part look back on things with great fondness. I just find myself trying to put meaning on it all.
Miked
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
That's Why
There is no need for this to go any further.
I can already tell that someone has staked their claim.
There is no need to apologize and 'nough said.
I see you carry the mark. The dowry paid.
Couldn't help but notice the friend you made.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
I can already tell that someone has staked their claim.
There is no need to apologize and 'nough said.
I see you carry the mark. The dowry paid.
Couldn't help but notice the friend you made.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Monday, April 12, 2010
Springtime In Dunbridge (for all the lovers in the house)
I just finished the first mowing of the season. It is with this great ritual, the changing from snow plow to mower deck that I am reminded just how fortunate I am. Because I was again mowing the grass here at The Truckstop I must have made it through another winter. Winter seems to be the real test of will and wits alike here in the great Midwest. Couple this with the fact that this week marks the third year that I have not been gainfully employed. I would have never guessed in a million years that my life's script would have played out this way. Even though things remain frustrating on the employment front I have much to be thankful for. I could not have made it through this far without the love and support from friends and family. It is though the love and support from people like you, and you, and you, and you, and you and you and you and you oh and you too and you as well, and in the back yeah you, and you and you, and you and you, you and you and you and you and you. I love you all.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Saturday, March 20, 2010
We Live To Survive Our Paradoxes, Part 4
Why is it that most of the things we find near and dear to us our usually pretty threadbare? I think we all have that favorite old pair of jeans or those shoes that won't go away despite their malodorous reputation. It would stand to reason that we would latch on to something fresh and new but yet we always turn back to our old friends.
This seems to stem from early childhood I think that most of us had the coveted "security blanket" I know I did and the day I burned it in the back yard with my father when he was burning leaves had to be my first taste of a funeral.
Right now I have on a pair of jeans that has lost pretty much all of of it luster and I am sure that my family and friends are sick of seeing me in them but they are just so much more comfortable then the new ones that I got for Christmas as a hint to get rid of the ones I am currently wearing. Each time I send them through the laundry cycle they wear out a little more. The back pockets are starting to fray away from the rest of the pants. The front is starting to show signs of wear and tear and yet they just seem to get better. Like a fine wine?
I find similar situations with a lot of my friends. Most of my friends I have known for many many years and although our lives seem to fray and parts of the relationship seem to be pulled from the main body they are still the best friends I could ask for. They all have threadbare back stories and different life experiences but they are all really good friends.
Is it strange that in other aspects of out lives we do not stand for such things? If the car starts to rust we get a new one. If the paint wears off the house we immediately freshen it up. But when it comes to our favorite pair of trousers battered is better.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
This seems to stem from early childhood I think that most of us had the coveted "security blanket" I know I did and the day I burned it in the back yard with my father when he was burning leaves had to be my first taste of a funeral.
Right now I have on a pair of jeans that has lost pretty much all of of it luster and I am sure that my family and friends are sick of seeing me in them but they are just so much more comfortable then the new ones that I got for Christmas as a hint to get rid of the ones I am currently wearing. Each time I send them through the laundry cycle they wear out a little more. The back pockets are starting to fray away from the rest of the pants. The front is starting to show signs of wear and tear and yet they just seem to get better. Like a fine wine?
I find similar situations with a lot of my friends. Most of my friends I have known for many many years and although our lives seem to fray and parts of the relationship seem to be pulled from the main body they are still the best friends I could ask for. They all have threadbare back stories and different life experiences but they are all really good friends.
Is it strange that in other aspects of out lives we do not stand for such things? If the car starts to rust we get a new one. If the paint wears off the house we immediately freshen it up. But when it comes to our favorite pair of trousers battered is better.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
We Live To Survive Our Paradoxes, Part III
It should come to little or know surprise to some of you that I was a total party animal (pronounced social retard) in my early days.
I am a few years past that lifestyle and although I reflect back on that time with the same joy that watching "Animal House" brings, it is hard to shake the legend. Not that I am looking to forget my past. I am maybe looking to apologize and looking for a little glimpse of atonement.
Now here I am trying to live a better life and be a better person. Using my past as motivation of what not to do in life.
I really love tales of drunken escapades and have many, many of my own and they are sacred and I love them like my children. However, how do I explain to someone not to make the same mistakes I made without looking like a hypocrite because I am still in love with about 75% of the shit I did in my former life?
Another thing I have been wrestling with is the perceived double standard between men and women when it comes to casual sex. It is funny how the more women a man sleeps with makes him some sort of social hero yet if a woman sleeps around she is a low grade whore.
I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I have reconciled this by not believing the double standard. It is a higher standard. Women have a lot more at stake in this department. It is not the man who is gonna get pregnant and the worse case scenario for the man is that he is paying child support for the next eighteen years. Clearly the biggest part of the responsibility falls on the shoulders of the woman.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
I am a few years past that lifestyle and although I reflect back on that time with the same joy that watching "Animal House" brings, it is hard to shake the legend. Not that I am looking to forget my past. I am maybe looking to apologize and looking for a little glimpse of atonement.
Now here I am trying to live a better life and be a better person. Using my past as motivation of what not to do in life.
I really love tales of drunken escapades and have many, many of my own and they are sacred and I love them like my children. However, how do I explain to someone not to make the same mistakes I made without looking like a hypocrite because I am still in love with about 75% of the shit I did in my former life?
Another thing I have been wrestling with is the perceived double standard between men and women when it comes to casual sex. It is funny how the more women a man sleeps with makes him some sort of social hero yet if a woman sleeps around she is a low grade whore.
I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I have reconciled this by not believing the double standard. It is a higher standard. Women have a lot more at stake in this department. It is not the man who is gonna get pregnant and the worse case scenario for the man is that he is paying child support for the next eighteen years. Clearly the biggest part of the responsibility falls on the shoulders of the woman.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
You Remind Me Of Someone....Until You Open Your Mouth
Have you ever met someone that you really wanted to like because their mannerisms and physical features reminded you of someone you regarded as super cool?
And then, and then this person opens their mouth and you are shocked back to reality by the fact that this person is really nothing like the person you'd hoped. It can be quite the bummer.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
And then, and then this person opens their mouth and you are shocked back to reality by the fact that this person is really nothing like the person you'd hoped. It can be quite the bummer.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
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