Posts Tagged ‘life’


Pathway In Forest Of Thailand

It’s been awhile since I’ve written about being single, so I’ve been thinking about it lately. Not that it’s ever been the sole motivation for what I do or post, but in the past I’ve tried to portray myself in contrast to friends that were bemoaning not being in a relationship. Not to rub their face in anything, but to say, “Hey, look over here. I’m having a good time… by myself.” Well, things change. (more…)

The 8:28 Cliche

Posted: October 11, 2015 in Random
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Roman Gladiator

You’ve heard it before, right?  You’re going thru a rough time, and someone tries to comfort you by saying, “You’ll get thru this. All things work together for good.” But that’s… not exactly true, is it? (more…)


I’ve been thinking recently how we go through life playing Simon Says, but with Society.  Some people play the game. They get married when they’re expected to. They have kids when they’re expected to. They go to school. They get a career. Et cetera. Ad nauseum.

Other people ignore Society. I wonder sometimes if they have a feeling akin to a voice in their head saying, “uh uh… Society didn’t say that.”  Family and friends can be great for imposing that feeling.  Whether you have the mom constantly nagging you about grandchildren or find yourself the only one in your circle of  friends not dating or married.

I’ve also been thinking about something that was brought up in the movie Lucy.  Morgan Freeman’s character was giving a scientific lecture, and he talked about immortality vs reproduction.  If an organism is in a hostile environment, it will strive for immortality. It will try to become self-sufficient, and it’s primary purpose will be survival.  If an organism is in a comfortable environment, it will strive for reproduction.  It will reproduce and pass its knowledge on to other generations.

If you consider a person’s life experiences its environment, I wonder if the same logic applies? Or does “Society Says” override that?

Refusing Death

Posted: October 13, 2013 in Short Story
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If I can just keep from blacking out, I’ll be alright.  I’m not going to give up that easily.  Maybe I have lost a lot of blood, but does that mean I need to die?  Nope, not me. I don’t see the purpose in it.  Not giving up.  This stubborn soul is going to puppet this body as long as possible.  There’s no giving up. There’s still so much to be done.

I’m going to continue sucking air for a long time to come.  You can’t get rid of me that easily.  Besides, it was a stupid way to die.  If I’m going to die, it is going to be a hero’s death.  I’m going to jump in front of a bus to save a baby or take a bullet for a friend. But that day is not today.  Today, I’m going to keep walking and some doctor is just going to patch me up and put some more blood in me.

I’m protesting death. I’m boycotting the river Styx.  Saint Peter can just keep waiting. I apologize in advance, but I will be standing the devil up for our date.

You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.  That childish instinct that makes you hold your breath till you turn blue or flop on the floor in the middle of the shopping mall and pitch a temper tantrum – that stubbornness is still in me, and I’m using it till I get my way.