The Loudmouth Mooch

Let's meet Bob. Bob is a clean Christian man. He wears a nice shirt, tie, and slacks every day. He has a nice, clean bright attitude about the world. Bob is very polite and is a man that wears his heart on his sleeve. The man does not smoke, nor drink, nor take drugs. Bob is a very keen rule follower as well. If someone told him that he was required to wake up early and shine his shoes everyday, he would most likely wake up at precisely 5:00 a.m. on the dot, and then shine his shoes to a brilliant glimmer. Now, our friend Bob here sounds like a nice man. Clean cut, honest, and friendly. But here's the problem. Bob has no job, no education, and still lives with his parents. Why is this, you might find yourself asking? Because Bob believes in the power of prayer. Now, you may found yourself asking why the heck am I dogging the fact that Bob prays. But, the fact that he prays is not the issue. The truth of the matter is that, Bob only prays. And what does he ask God for?  Crap....

Bad days suck, it's a fact of life. There is no way to avoid them and there is no "prevention of bad days;" they simply are there and there is no changing it. Those horrid events start off horribly, then they start to look up, only to lie to you, making you feel worse. And then, the atmosphere is set to the dreary setting in your mind, which amplifies the bad day, and then just when you think it couldn't get any worse, you're thrown under a bus. (Which I've never really experienced, but I'm sure it would be deadly and painful. But more deadly. Or more painful. I should probably ask someone who has experienced bus-running-over syndrome. Whatever the case, I speak figuratively.) These days make you want to crawl into your California king, or your tiny college twin, or hammock, or whatever place of rest of your choosing, and forget the world for a year or so. But that's extreme. Maybe a month. The point is, they break you down. And I'm sure those of...

Do you ever stop and wonder, are the people that I care about now, going to be the same people that I care about later? I find myself asking this question every day. We meet so many individuals in our life, it's so hard to keep track of them all, especially when you are the kind of person that makes friends so easily. There are family members, friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, friends that are sometimes friends but not really friends, co-workers, bosses, teachers, classmates, I mean the list of people can go on for hours. (If you haven't noticed, I like to list things. Lists create significance, therefore, I use them.) It is a habit of mine to make a lot of friends, and become really close to them all. The problem with that is trying to communicate with them that it becomes so difficult to keep up with. Can you imagine trying to remember every single birthday of every single friend on your friends list on Facebook? It just is not realistic. Granted...

Thoughts. Is it ever often considered how much we as human beings think in a day? Quite a lot of ideas, plans, aphorisms, imaginations, wonders, if you think about it. There is so much going on in our heads, about anything and everything. What we did that day, what we planned to accomplish, who we would meet, if we had time to finish what we needed to do, if you'd actually have to wait in line to get lunch, if your crush would actually acknowledge you that day; the list goes on and on and on. Very rarely do we stop, reflect upon what we've done and what we've thought, and moved on. Few have mastered it, and many still endlessly wander through the maze of their mind. At times, I wonder if the thoughts will continue, even after this life, or the life after that, or the life after. It is a scary thought, to actually think forever, perpetually lost in random crevices of our imagination. Will it ever stop?  No one really knows, but then again, who ever will? I write this in...