Its been a full year since we've had our doors open here at BBKF. For the first time ever we've seen incredible productivity and focus streaming from our staff... however not in regards to blogging :)
What can be said about this year?
-Humanity continues to amaze me. In the way that one is captivated by a car crash, Ive observed some ridiculous statements in our culture with disgust and burning curiosity to see the blood and guts. Politically we have the idiots vs. the zealots who are so distracted by winning they don't realize they're neglecting those whom they are supposed to serve. Women are finally rendering more attention on the national stage, the best being staunch in their beliefs while still accepting those of others; the worst unable to recall the Bill of Rights. Lets hope that we see more of the former and less of the later. Rally for Sanity was our bright jewel of moderation, sad that it has to come in the form of comedic entertainment to actually happen. Laziness will gladly strip you of your democracy dummies.
-We lost some great humans this year. And for you we will continue to strive towards success on the wings of confidence and integrity you helped us create. And poor some on the ground for ya homie.
-The San Francisco Giants WON THE WORLD mutha fuckin' SERIES!!! Holy god, what a time to be alive to witness the pure unadulterated domination of the MLB in the post season. It feels so good, and those men deserve their comeuppance. Please see our HR department for complimentary motor boats.
-In expected yet still disappointing news, a number of fathers who neglected their existing children have irresponsibly created more. Lucky for them we have excellent methods of crime detecting that deters most people from vigilante justice. Specifically deterring me from riding in to their bedrooms like William "Fuck Yo Couch" Wallace and smashing their nuts with a mace. It would be an act on behalf of humanity.
-After 30 years of trying to figure out how this machine works, what it needs for optimum performance, I found the secret. And its delicious. I am a well oiled machine producing at full employment my hopes and dreams in to my reality. Cue haters.
-As proof that the universe is conspiring to make it all happen, the man of my dreams has reappeared in my life. He may have his issues but he doesn't mind mine so much. He may not be perfect, but he's perfect to me... stay tuned :)
-Me and mine rocked Europe this summer. Holy shit, was it BOSS. I highly recommend it, and there is no excuses why your ass is sitting in America being dumb in front of the TV eating HFCS snacks and drinking sugar-death (soda). Get the hell up and go culture yourself, see some old shit and experience how other people live. It will open up your soul and pour in electric life. Accents are a welcomed bonus (hubba hubba).
In 2011 we have a blank canvas, the drafts of possibilities flying furiously in our war room attempting to mold what could possibly be the best year yet. Everyone always sees the end of the year as some golden opportunity to start fresh and make a new. How sad. Every day of your life is the first day of the rest of your life. Screw waiting for the first to manifest your greatest destiny. Do it today. December 28, 2010. Or any day in the year when you know enough is enough- its time to fuck shit up and make some changes.When New Years Day comes around and people are making their resolutions to stop smoking, lose weight, spend more time with their family you can look them in the eye and tell them they're late on the game. Come early, be prepared or go home.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn
As the office here at BooBoo has become a little less stifling today, I am finally able to get back to you loves. There is a lot of good thing bubbling here, 2010 feels like tis’ going to be a good one.
Winter solstice this year came and went, and with its departure it really feels as if the rebirth of spring and the consequent summer hold moments of rebirth for Mama BooBoo. Like everything meaningful in ones life, a certain movie found its way back to me recently. This is a not so little ditty about the end of the Golden Age of the South, how revolution tears down and builds up a woman who is far beyond her years. Not mature by any means, Ms. Scarlett O’Hara mulches the feminine standards of her time leaving a path of destroyed men and marriages unapologetically. Manipulative, charming, beautiful and righteous she does what she wants and get what she wants at the expense of anyone who stands in her way (purposely or accidentally). This strong animus that stands firm and strong has only one Achilles heel… Ashley Wilkes. The blonde and modest man is the only one Scarlett will abide to, her love for him is in essence the carrot she chases after throughout the whole film… The last fifteen minutes of this 222 minute film holds the revelation that breaks her, revealing the startling truth that she never truly loved Ashley- but loved the idea of Ashley. Without question she pulls herself around 180 degrees to run to the only man she truly loved, Rhett Butler. It is too late; Rhett has abandoned her because of her lifelong affair with Mr. Wilkes. Determined as ever, Scarlett declares to recapture Rhett’s heart in the last line of the film, “After all, tomorrow is another day!”
I’ve seen this film, in all its nearly four hours of glory, at least ten times over the course of my life. This time though, I saw something very different in the film I had never seen before. There was something more personal and very similar between myself and Ms. O’Hara. Her blind love for Ashley had survived the destruction of their way of life, her numerous marriages to other men and his envious marriage to a paragon of a wife Melanie. This love distracted her from the one man who was her true match. I’m not frightened that my “one true match” is gone… bullshit, I don’t even know if that one true blah-blah business is relevant. What I am contemplating is if it’s possible to have been caught up in the idea of loving this image so long that I have diverted what could have been happiness in my life and relationships. My Ashley Wilkes is an honest and good man; regardless of space and time between us he seems to occupy a certain part of my energetic space. At the drop of a hat I would do anything if he asked, as he would have my back unconditionally. Regardless of where we’ve been over the last decade plus of our lives we always find our way back to each other in some beautiful way or another. Yet I’ve never had all that I wanted with him, even when in each others arms I’ve always known we’d have to part. He and I are headed towards crossing paths again and I wonder what to do….
Should I heed to the Scarlett prophecy and leave him, as I never have truly loved the man but loved his idea and the dance we have made over the many years? Do I let that lovely feeling continue to give this man my loving energy?
Mama is going to just feel it out, give ‘er this last chance. In part of healing and growth it is absolutely necessary to remove the people, things and times that distract the glorious possibilities of your path.
Ashley, you should have told me years ago that you loved her and not me, and not left me dangling with your talk of honor. But you had to wait till now, now when Melly's dying. To show me that I could never be any more to you than, than this Watling woman is to Rhett ... And I've loved something that doesn't really exist. Somehow, I don't care. Somehow, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter one bit.
Winter solstice this year came and went, and with its departure it really feels as if the rebirth of spring and the consequent summer hold moments of rebirth for Mama BooBoo. Like everything meaningful in ones life, a certain movie found its way back to me recently. This is a not so little ditty about the end of the Golden Age of the South, how revolution tears down and builds up a woman who is far beyond her years. Not mature by any means, Ms. Scarlett O’Hara mulches the feminine standards of her time leaving a path of destroyed men and marriages unapologetically. Manipulative, charming, beautiful and righteous she does what she wants and get what she wants at the expense of anyone who stands in her way (purposely or accidentally). This strong animus that stands firm and strong has only one Achilles heel… Ashley Wilkes. The blonde and modest man is the only one Scarlett will abide to, her love for him is in essence the carrot she chases after throughout the whole film… The last fifteen minutes of this 222 minute film holds the revelation that breaks her, revealing the startling truth that she never truly loved Ashley- but loved the idea of Ashley. Without question she pulls herself around 180 degrees to run to the only man she truly loved, Rhett Butler. It is too late; Rhett has abandoned her because of her lifelong affair with Mr. Wilkes. Determined as ever, Scarlett declares to recapture Rhett’s heart in the last line of the film, “After all, tomorrow is another day!”
I’ve seen this film, in all its nearly four hours of glory, at least ten times over the course of my life. This time though, I saw something very different in the film I had never seen before. There was something more personal and very similar between myself and Ms. O’Hara. Her blind love for Ashley had survived the destruction of their way of life, her numerous marriages to other men and his envious marriage to a paragon of a wife Melanie. This love distracted her from the one man who was her true match. I’m not frightened that my “one true match” is gone… bullshit, I don’t even know if that one true blah-blah business is relevant. What I am contemplating is if it’s possible to have been caught up in the idea of loving this image so long that I have diverted what could have been happiness in my life and relationships. My Ashley Wilkes is an honest and good man; regardless of space and time between us he seems to occupy a certain part of my energetic space. At the drop of a hat I would do anything if he asked, as he would have my back unconditionally. Regardless of where we’ve been over the last decade plus of our lives we always find our way back to each other in some beautiful way or another. Yet I’ve never had all that I wanted with him, even when in each others arms I’ve always known we’d have to part. He and I are headed towards crossing paths again and I wonder what to do….
Should I heed to the Scarlett prophecy and leave him, as I never have truly loved the man but loved his idea and the dance we have made over the many years? Do I let that lovely feeling continue to give this man my loving energy?
Mama is going to just feel it out, give ‘er this last chance. In part of healing and growth it is absolutely necessary to remove the people, things and times that distract the glorious possibilities of your path.
Ashley, you should have told me years ago that you loved her and not me, and not left me dangling with your talk of honor. But you had to wait till now, now when Melly's dying. To show me that I could never be any more to you than, than this Watling woman is to Rhett ... And I've loved something that doesn't really exist. Somehow, I don't care. Somehow, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter one bit.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Karma Police
Karma Police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hair do is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party...
This is what you get...
This is what you get...
This is what you get when you mess with us...
Her Hitler hair do is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party...
Sorry BooBoos, things have been hectic and busy. The offices have been closed and no written word has been produced from our offices in awhile. Don’t hate baby, life happens- usually all at once and with extra radiant action. Ya dig?
Breakups. We’ve all had them, and their varying degrees of luridness have thrown us in to what ever Hyde (to our Dr. Jekyll) we become during these days. The cobain-ish loneliness and depressed mess, the obsessed stalker who waits outside the ex’s work, the Stella-getting’-her-groove-back party animal who is getting over their ex by getting drunk and under the next; these are the states that drive us to want to commit crimes of passion, or at least some sort of vengeance on the guilty ex. The hardest thing in life is to let the universe bring those come uppin’s to those deserving of them. But trust that life WILL serve it to them dirty dogs on a platter, and I have the proof…
My man, “Greco,” and I had been living together, planning a future when it all came crumbling down. Quick. The things that came out of his mouth stung so bad, basically insulted me and those dearest to my heart. The hardest conclusion I came to is that there is no way Greco loved me the way I loved him- and this pissed my shit off. Like major stuff. All I wanted to do was hurt him the way he hurt me- but I didn’t act on this impulse for once in my life. Holy Jesus, a car bomb started to sound do-able…
Fast forward three months. I’m downtown with my partner in crime, Red, getting drunk and dancing to the local punk-metal flavor. Red disappeared to get a drink, reappearing up in the loft. She waved to me to meet her up there; I bound up the stairs to see what’s up I’m met by 240 pounds of man at the top of the stairs. I’m told I can’t be upstairs, not to night anyway. I peek around this pillar of man to see Greco looking at me, drink in hand. Red came tearing around the dude, grabbing my arm and pulling me down a few stairs. “Boo, you just walked in on Greco’s bachelor party.”
The rest of the bar disappeared, the music was gone and I was lost in the blackness of desperate shock. “What?!”
In three months my ex had moved on (banging the office gal at his work), knocked her up and decided to put a ring on in. He could have been cheating on me, though I’m fairly certain not… either way- three months. The first time I see him post-break up is me busting up his BACHELOR PARTY.
Needless to say, I walked down the stairs and finished my drink in two gulps as I headed for the door. Curiously, Greco and the idiots he calls his friends followed me out. Anyone who knows Mama BooBoo knows that Captain Dip Shit couldn’t escape this completely unscathed. A barrage of verbal tirades was released; spraying him Tommy gun style with the worst things I could possibly think of in such a state. But I wouldn’t let him see my cry. A lot of that crying stuff came later.
Some time the next day as I was enveloped in the aftermath the clarity came to me: I crashed his bachelor party. Yeah, yeah it sucked for me but I knew I’d get over it. But for him- ha ha! Forever when he would think back to this landmark evening before his shot gun marriage he would have to think about the woman he chose to be with, not the one who trapped him. Sour reminder of what could have been. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to heal, a better way to get over him nor a better way to give him a final double, swirly bird ‘fuck you.’
Karma gave this to me. Either karma or chance- I really don’t care which, I’ll take it. This is an incredible example of life dolling out come uppins. After the initial break up I didn’t freak out, go to his work, call his mom, whatever. Just kept myself healthy (well filled with booze, nonetheless) and let time take care of him. Have faith that those that trespass against you will get theirs. Though we know it can be pleasing to accelerate the process ;)
Love you BooBoos
xx
This is what you get...
This is what you get...
This is what you get when you mess with us...
Sunday, October 18, 2009
a dingo stole my baby!!
Every week there is a new story on the news about some poor woman who has her infant or unborn child stolen, with the high probability of her being assaulted if not killed for said child. Bellies slit, heads bashed and babies snatched in to the night by the unknown. That unknown ain’t so unknown anymore. It’s crazy white women stealing the babies. What the fuck mein. I know this first hand.
True story:
When I was carrying my youngest child I took the MUNI (read: street/subway car) to and from work. On my way home one afternoon I took a call from a dear friend and was having a conservative quiet conversation regarding my pregnancy. Completely unsolicited and without any cause in the conversation, a young professional white woman standing near by jumped in my face.
“I’ll take your baby,” she cried, “I’ve always wanted a child and I’d love to help you out!”
The blonde maniac was smiling across her face and had a look in her eye once worn by kamikaze pilots and Benzedrine -upped Nazis.
“Um, no. No thank you…” I would have been backing up but I was seated on a moving train.
“It’ll be fine, I’ll take good care of your baby-“ said Blondie clutching her uterus in an attempt to somehow will my child in to her body.
I had to interrupt her.
“Listen lady I said nothing about not wanting my child, now go away and leave me alone. Don’t make me get my pepper spray.”
I didn’t have any pepper spray but it did the trick. Nut-job walked towards the nearest door and stood silently waiting for her stop with a face on her like I skinned her puppy. She got off in a few stops. My friend who was on the phone heard the entire transaction and was cracking up laughing in disbelief. Yes, all of this really happened.
What the hell is wrong with the white women. You don’t see black women or asian women or hispanic women stealing babies and harming their mothers. What is it that would cause an individual to become so desperate that such atrocities seemed like a good idea?
Perhaps there is so much pressure in society on women to have it all, to have the perfect life, that when they cannot produce a child they would rather murder, maim and kidnap than fail their faux expectations. Perhaps there is now a generation of women who are so desperate to keep a relationship without the proper emotional tools to do so that they’d fake a pregnancy to keep a man around. Maybe its plain loneliness, life has left these women with no trust, love or friendship and they believe the only answer is a child. Who really knows why the crazies do anything.
Moral of the story is protect your infants and be smart about things. Its soooo tres chic to announce your child’s arrival with a lawn sign- but that nearly invites in the next crazy white woman to drive by to steal your bundle. Shit, those signs even indicate boy or girl, height and weight. Handy, it allows the Nut-job to shop for the flavor of infant she’s looking for. If you’re at home alone with your dear baby, don’t answer the door unless you’re expecting someone. Don’t walk away from your cart at the store leaving your pocito
Side note: Back in June I went to the aquarium with some friends, and I swear- the crazy blondie was there. With a man and a baby. Either she fixed her plumbing and popped one out or successfully snatched someone else’s. One less crazy white bitch off the streets.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Have Your Friends Get With My Friends…
When Harry Met Sally is the cliché opposite sex-friends movie, their life long friendship sees them through marriages, divorces, life itself until they end up bumping uglies and find themselves in the classic eighties movie scene of discomfort. Cue in Hispanic dude, hands to face: “Aye yai yai!” Pobracitos.
Most all of you BooBoo lovers have been in some sort of conundrum where friendship either crossed the line or was stopped at the ‘lovers’ border (keeping you in the friends zone). More often then this, one can deduce that feelings blossom and wilt for our friends, going unnoticed because ya’ll are shy, scared or maybe even entertaining a bf or gf yourself. Can the women and the men really be just friends, pure in intention and without any residual romantic feelings?
Sure we can. Well, kinda. It all depends on our maturity levels and how much or long you’ve had your friend boner for. And how honest you and friend have been about whatever the hell is going on. Lets face it- all of our relationships contain qualities that we desire in a romantic relationship. Trust, honesty, fun, like goals- you catch my drift. Makes it easy to want to take it to the physical… if you BooBoos realize this, say- YEARS in to the friendship its going to be awkward, there’s going to be a risk factor of losing the time you invested in this friendship and that ‘ish can be scary. If you and your friend are attracted to each other right off the bat and bang away- there may not be enough left to sustain a friendship. We don’t know if there’s a right answer when to lay it on your friends, just go with the flow and feel ‘em out. Be mature about it and keep in mind how important the friendship itself is as well as the things that would hang in the balance is you hooked up or got shot down.
The worst is when people bottle those secret lover feelings inside. Don’t let this happen to you BooBoos. Nothing is worse than seeing your buddy all twisted because he couldn’t tell his best friend he wants to have her babies. Not dealing with all that love often leads to mounds of jealousy and hate- toxic shit that your healthy life doesn’t need. To love your friends is to want what’s best for them, and that’s always their happiness. So if you can’t tell your friend, your friend isn’t interested or has a significant other- Be happy if your buddy is happy and know that your love is pure. Go on with your life, but since you kept your friend close ya’ll may be able to share that awkward Harry & Sally humping moment later. Mama BooBoo loves that for you… just leave out that blonde ass perm.
**Due to the overwhelming amount of fan mail containing advice questions we’ve received, we’re considering doing an advice blog on a regular basis. To have your conundrum considered, write us babuh.
Most all of you BooBoo lovers have been in some sort of conundrum where friendship either crossed the line or was stopped at the ‘lovers’ border (keeping you in the friends zone). More often then this, one can deduce that feelings blossom and wilt for our friends, going unnoticed because ya’ll are shy, scared or maybe even entertaining a bf or gf yourself. Can the women and the men really be just friends, pure in intention and without any residual romantic feelings?
Sure we can. Well, kinda. It all depends on our maturity levels and how much or long you’ve had your friend boner for. And how honest you and friend have been about whatever the hell is going on. Lets face it- all of our relationships contain qualities that we desire in a romantic relationship. Trust, honesty, fun, like goals- you catch my drift. Makes it easy to want to take it to the physical… if you BooBoos realize this, say- YEARS in to the friendship its going to be awkward, there’s going to be a risk factor of losing the time you invested in this friendship and that ‘ish can be scary. If you and your friend are attracted to each other right off the bat and bang away- there may not be enough left to sustain a friendship. We don’t know if there’s a right answer when to lay it on your friends, just go with the flow and feel ‘em out. Be mature about it and keep in mind how important the friendship itself is as well as the things that would hang in the balance is you hooked up or got shot down.
The worst is when people bottle those secret lover feelings inside. Don’t let this happen to you BooBoos. Nothing is worse than seeing your buddy all twisted because he couldn’t tell his best friend he wants to have her babies. Not dealing with all that love often leads to mounds of jealousy and hate- toxic shit that your healthy life doesn’t need. To love your friends is to want what’s best for them, and that’s always their happiness. So if you can’t tell your friend, your friend isn’t interested or has a significant other- Be happy if your buddy is happy and know that your love is pure. Go on with your life, but since you kept your friend close ya’ll may be able to share that awkward Harry & Sally humping moment later. Mama BooBoo loves that for you… just leave out that blonde ass perm.
**Due to the overwhelming amount of fan mail containing advice questions we’ve received, we’re considering doing an advice blog on a regular basis. To have your conundrum considered, write us babuh.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
myface. twatter. freemail. lolz.
We live in an age when business partners can be in the four corners of the world and hold a live time video meeting by phone. Society learns of news within seconds of it happening thanks to the internet. People you never even liked in high school can request your friendship and effortlessly plunder through your pictures, friends, and comments on their lunch break. (Is that a back handed compliment that the stuck up girl now is nosey enough to want to know your business? Hrm.) Isn’t it lovely to end your evening with paparazzi photos and the latest Hollywood gossip- makes your life seem a lil better, no? The way we communicate has drastically changed and perhaps it is necessary to share some common etiquette with those who are uninformed. Alas, welcome to the 21st century!
Message importance
If you have anything to convey to someone that is of any importance, do not depend on anything electronic!! In a business setting its nice to have the security of email, because you know the other person got it… but intrapersonal things deserve a phone call or face to face. Under no circumstances should email/twitter/facebook/myspace/etc be used for the following: terminating a relationship (business or personal), flaking/changing plans, announcing pregnancy/death/std, expressing any worthwhile emotion (love/hate/indifference) … I know it’s the easiest way to convey bad news as you get out of having to deal with the backlash, but its bad news. Grow some balls and deal with it.
TMI
Just because we have the ability to share our lives with the world at large via the social networking sites doesn’t mean we should. In fact, it’s kind of dangerous to tell the world when and where you’re doing everything. Sharing personal jokes and innuendos between friends is fun, but we don’t need to know you were having your pipes cleaned last night by the local plumber. Especially when you’re friends with your friend’s parents, your aunt Bea and your supervisor at work. The later will figure it out anyway when you spend your morning texting your girls the depraved details.
Group emails
This can be the most frustrating thing. My favorite is when someone jumps in the thread about 8 emails in to it. Better yet when you get a private email from someone in the thread and it wasn’t meant for you- or vice versa. Ohh snap. Exercise caution and pay attention to detail. And don’t worry; someone is always ‘the bitch’ in a group email thread. Guilty as charged.
Invitations
Its bomb that we can save the texts and the paper invites to send out an evite to get the word out about your next costume-pool-wine & cheese-masquerade kegger. Don’t get butt hurt when not everyone doesn’t open your evite right away or doesn’t rsvp. Good lord there are more important things to do. Though it may be a courtesy to do so, as a host(ess) you should care enough about your guests to call everyone as a friendly reminder. If you can’t do that then you don’t really care that much. It’s unfair to think that if you sent an invitation via smoke signals that the recipient would do the same.
Attention Whoring (also known as 'the John Mayer')
Pictures of you in various states on undress, usually in front of the bathroom mirror. You tube videos of yourself lip syncing to Beyonce songs. Declaring that you are so ugly and stupid in hopes you’ll get rebuttals to make yourself feel better. Responding to every single post by your friends in hopes for some acknowledgment. Posting 50 blurry pictures of the same thing. There’s plenty of places to get reciprocated attention on the interwebs- there is some web site for people who want you. But just throwing yourself out there is like standing on a corner with a sandwich board that says “pay attention to me.” You may get some looks but…. Sad face.
The internet can be an appropriate place to express yourself but think about what exactly you’re putting out there. If you have something to say someone that is important enough to you to get upset about, turn off the computer. Call them. The moment you hook-up don’t rush to change your relationship status. Wait until you flush the jimmy hat down the toilet. In this era of easy electronic communication don’t forget the necessary human element… it will save you a bunch of butt hurt and misunderstandings.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Faith in a Godless World
Want to have a good day? Its your decision. Not Gods.
Feel like you're always burdened with more than you can handle? You are because you think you are. God didn't do that you.
About 5% to 10% of Young Americans have historically not gone to church or claimed religious affiliation. In May a national survey pulled a staggering 30% to 40% of young Americans who no longer affiliate themselves or go to church. We're effectively losing our religion and I'm here to tell you I don't care about that. That just means less of us are blaming our hate, bias, guilt and discrimination on an all powerful deity. We're getting our freedom back from the thrall state of organized religion! Awesome!..?... no.
(If you do hold a religious faith, keep reading this applies to everyone.)
Yes, its awesome that people have opened up their lives to making personal decisions outside of a dogma that dictates lives for the financial and spiritual benefit of few... but it appears that the 40% isn't replacing their faith with anything substantial, including themselves. Our brains are constantly being bombarded of images of what the media tells us we should be, its easy to see how our peer group has lost its self-esteem and faith in general because a very small percentage of the population fit in to the media model of wealthy, good looking, flawless and problem-less people. No faith in religion, no faith in ourselves... so lets go get hammered, make some bad decisions because we have nothing to believe in... right?
Wrong dude. Faith in its purest form transcends religious boundaries to equate to the most beautiful components of human nature: love, kindness, hope, well being. Who deserves this faith just as much as anyone else? You do. So many people resign to things that bring them down and pigeon hole themselves in to moments of tragedy and challenge that seriously hinder their human experience. By having faith in yourself, faith that you can rise to the occasion and get out of whatever hole you are in, faith that this to shall pass- this is the faith that our generation is starving for. Don't confuse faith with confidence, one is spiritual and of your id and the other is the reflection of the ego. If we are going to survive in this generation we need to open our eyes to the god-energy within ourselves. Take control of your experience, know that by gods hand or by evolutionary placement you are here to do your damn thing- eff all the rest.
Maybe this is a little fru-fru for some of ya'll, but its the simplest of simple. Don't allow yourself to be fooled by handing responsibility of your life to the circumstances around you. Check your head, see that your perception of life is determined by your attitude. Once you understand that, you can see how your faith in yourself- the love, kindness and hope you see in your own experience will radiate in everything you do. You're not turning water to wine, or floating out of a cave three days dead but the miracle of your God is your life. Sans the collection plate and any sort of fasting. Even if you practice a faith, this is good shit. And I'm sure you're god will dig on it too, just as much as the disenfranchised average kid will. It also may make your journey here a little more enjoyable.
A little heavy on the thought, easy on the rant today.... but so it goes.
Feel like you're always burdened with more than you can handle? You are because you think you are. God didn't do that you.
About 5% to 10% of Young Americans have historically not gone to church or claimed religious affiliation. In May a national survey pulled a staggering 30% to 40% of young Americans who no longer affiliate themselves or go to church. We're effectively losing our religion and I'm here to tell you I don't care about that. That just means less of us are blaming our hate, bias, guilt and discrimination on an all powerful deity. We're getting our freedom back from the thrall state of organized religion! Awesome!..?... no.
(If you do hold a religious faith, keep reading this applies to everyone.)
Yes, its awesome that people have opened up their lives to making personal decisions outside of a dogma that dictates lives for the financial and spiritual benefit of few... but it appears that the 40% isn't replacing their faith with anything substantial, including themselves. Our brains are constantly being bombarded of images of what the media tells us we should be, its easy to see how our peer group has lost its self-esteem and faith in general because a very small percentage of the population fit in to the media model of wealthy, good looking, flawless and problem-less people. No faith in religion, no faith in ourselves... so lets go get hammered, make some bad decisions because we have nothing to believe in... right?
Wrong dude. Faith in its purest form transcends religious boundaries to equate to the most beautiful components of human nature: love, kindness, hope, well being. Who deserves this faith just as much as anyone else? You do. So many people resign to things that bring them down and pigeon hole themselves in to moments of tragedy and challenge that seriously hinder their human experience. By having faith in yourself, faith that you can rise to the occasion and get out of whatever hole you are in, faith that this to shall pass- this is the faith that our generation is starving for. Don't confuse faith with confidence, one is spiritual and of your id and the other is the reflection of the ego. If we are going to survive in this generation we need to open our eyes to the god-energy within ourselves. Take control of your experience, know that by gods hand or by evolutionary placement you are here to do your damn thing- eff all the rest.
Maybe this is a little fru-fru for some of ya'll, but its the simplest of simple. Don't allow yourself to be fooled by handing responsibility of your life to the circumstances around you. Check your head, see that your perception of life is determined by your attitude. Once you understand that, you can see how your faith in yourself- the love, kindness and hope you see in your own experience will radiate in everything you do. You're not turning water to wine, or floating out of a cave three days dead but the miracle of your God is your life. Sans the collection plate and any sort of fasting. Even if you practice a faith, this is good shit. And I'm sure you're god will dig on it too, just as much as the disenfranchised average kid will. It also may make your journey here a little more enjoyable.
A little heavy on the thought, easy on the rant today.... but so it goes.
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