FIFA World Cup Finals, England Goes Home

I’ve always felt that I was born too far west, as the United Kingdom constantly calls to me. The people, the history, and the culture speak to me on levels that even I don’t fully understand.

So, it was with pride that I rooted for England during the World Cup qualifiers. It was with pride that I saw them qualify for a spot in the group stage of the World Cup. It was with pride that I saw them win a spot for the final 16. It was with pride that I saw them enter the quarterfinals against Sweden. It was with pride that I saw them defeat Sweden decisively and earn a place in the semifinals.

And it was with pride that I saw them defeated by Croatia in extra time, leaving Croatia to battle France in the FIFA World Cup 2018 finals.

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And The Hits Just Keep On Coming…

IMG_20180228_200415It’s been a while since I’ve written for anything else but school. Granted, writing for Professor Monahan is something I enjoy doing, because she is such a gracious audience, regardless of my grade. But, it’s time to get back to the audience.

The other day, I had a little bit of an incident. Namely that I went into an office to make some copies, out the papers in the copier, blink my eyes, and I’m looking up at people while being on the floor. I literally lost 10 minutes of my life, or however long it was. I was driven by ambulance to Butler Memorial Hospital where I was diagnosed with a seizure (it was my first time, yay!), and my wife, when she came in to get me was so scared.

I did what I normally do, I put on a brave face.

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Every Four Years, I Want to Go Into Hiding

I just can’t deal with this shit anymore. Every four years, I have to find on Facebook the worst of what everyone I know has to offer. I’m not talking about supporting one candidate over another, I’m talking about having the most inane and horrific reasons for supporting those candidates.

For example, the comments made in 2005 by Donald Trump, which are so callously accepted by people who support him, instead of the obviousness of the truth (namely that these things should be revolting to anyone of even slightly compromised morality) were dismissed by my father as “locker room talk”, the same thing that Trump himself has said. My father, my own goddamned father said that Muslims are the real threat. I responded that it was obvious he never studied it and that if he did he might realize that this religion is almost identical to his own.

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Open Letter

My name is Donna. I’m a 30 year old woman who is happily married to an amazingly unusual man. This guy is my best friend and my soul mate, he truly is more to me than I can even possibly begin to find the words for. The one thing I can say for certain is that this man can find those buttons to push in a woman that drives her insanely wild. When I tell him that he is the only man for me, I very much mean that. And he knows this. I just don’t like men. Well attraction wise. With the exception of a few very select men but they don’t even hold a candle the the man that I have. But that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate these men and that given the chance, I wouldn’t fuck them silly. Just saying.

I also have an beautiful and amanzingly sweet, loving and smart daughter who is also going through her terrible 2s-3s. My princess will be turning 3 in a matter of a couple of weeks and this blows my fucking mind. For I remember a time when we didn’t have her, yet I also have a hard time remember when she WASN’T here. I look forward to seeing the woman she will become and I have this feeling that so far we aren’t fucking this whole parenting thing up and I know that no matter what she will be a confident, kick ass, give them hell kind of woman. She will be the best parts of my husband and I, and she will also have our strengths so I wouldn’t stand in her way or fuck her over. It wont be pretty.

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My Friendship With Turquiose

*This one is about a relationship with a woman that I had, as I saw it. It isn’t meant to hurt or cause problems, again just reflecting on my end of the relationship.*

A while ago I made friends with this girl, we will call her “Turquoise”. I mean no offense to calling her a girl by the way. Fact of the matter is, I would never cause her harm and would never intend on hurting her feelings.

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The Next Stage: Forgiveness

This really has very little, if anything to do with the subject at hand, but I was working the other day singing the score to one of my favorite movies. “The Last Dragon”. This movie is fucking AWFUL. But, it’s one of those movies that is so awful, it’s great. I went into the bathroom, singing to myself the song about having the glow.

In the stall next to me, I hear, “It’s the POWER of elevation!!!” Clearly someone else knew this movie as well as I.

Footnote, I don’t segue very well. Here I am, working on a talk about Tolkien’s Middle Earth work and the concept of creating new worlds in literature, and I can’t help thinking about a dream I had last night.

My dream was that of my family and I dying in a sordid manner which I won’t recount, because in reality it’s unimportant. What is important, at least for the purposes of this blog post, is the idea of leaving things unsaid and undone. There are a lot of things that I have left unsaid or undone and I don’t really feel well about them. More than that, I feel like I should forgive and move on. I can’t go through life holding grudges. It’s exhausting being vindictive and shitty to people, whether they deserve it or not. I don’t feel like I have the authority to give a shit about a few mistakes.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I still hold those who wronged me and those I love accountable, but that’s not the same thing as holding a grudge. It’s simply that people are incompatible with  my life and I recognize that. As I am so fond of saying, “it’s the ongoing revisionism of being a human being.”

I suppose that I should just come to the point. Blank slate. Tabula rasa for everyone for all the shit from the past. I realize that some people have done more than others, fine. Even for you. That doesn’t mean that we’re cool. But it DOES mean that I forgive you, regardless of whether or not you extend me the same. I simply can’t keep holding resentment in my life anymore. I deserve better than the fruits of negative emotional baggage.

Nothing else really to say today.


Your/Our So-Called Life

downloadThe other day I was at home, minding my own business when I had what alcoholics would call, “an epiphany”. Most of us go through our daily lives unwilling to admit the totality of the truth, that sooner or later, we die and we don’t take any of our shit with us. We don’t take our cars, we don’t take our loved ones, we don’t take our fucking X-Box and we surely don’t take our in-laws. (Which coincidentally is how I define “hell”.) Let’s put religious metaphysics aside for a second. Pretend for the sake of this argument that we are all completely apathetically agnostic. We neither care about the question of God, nor make any attempts to try and answer the universal question of existence through supernatural means, we simply accept our existence as an axiom.

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