trying to find a job as a marine veteran

holy shit I am writing a resume right now.

How the fuck does one write a resume when the experience is hey I was taught

to kill a man if the situation presents itself hahaha 🙂

I know you probably think I am a mad man.

But imagine going from being overseas helping beautiful and intelligent children.

Changing a country being there for the people and then WAM

a couple years later you are in America full time expected to just transition to “Normal Society”

That shit is pretty stressful.

There is no ticker tape parade or any of that stuff but do not think I am bitter.

For goodness sakes I am enrolled in an Ivy League school.

A little skinny schmuck from Queens barely passing school, joined the Marine Corps Infantry,

did a couple tours (Gosh I wish they were like rock star tours lol), and

WAM back into an institution!

But I digress I will just play Zombie for a bit and make some money.

Let us see if I succumb to my American programming and give up on my dreams.

SPOOKY

Enjoy your day

Good Tidings

 

she flew away

I am really good at one thing.

And no its not just masturbating either. But shit I got that on lock 😉 hahaha ewwww lol.

But seriously I am awesome at pushing people away.

😦

I have become almost numb to it that when I push people away I almost expect it.

Except today I pushed a woman away that I really liked.

I do not feel emotional pain but on the flip-side I guess I do.

Men are not supposed to break.

I am broken

She flew away

and so have others

This is why every year I move closer and closer to being non attached to anyone.

But do not let my mood affect you just try not to push people you care about away.

Just push the weirdos away :p

oh shits brain on the fritz my man

My brain waves are kinda messed up. So how about you read something my teenage cousin wrote.

This life is yours. Make it your own.

Death rate is 100% in the world and nobody gets a second chance. By this, I mean stop wimping out on life. Get out there and do something crazy for yourself. Life is going to take you on a roller coaster so put your hands up and enjoy the ride, because face it, no matter how hard you hold on and try to turn, the tracks sure ain’t moving anytime soon.

This life is something so beautiful that only occurs once so don’t live with a bunch of ‘what ifs’ or regrets. Learn from every mistake so that nothing is a regret, it sure didn’t happen by accident. No one gets a second chance and with that said, we need to make sure we do everything necessary to make the most of this life.

I am sick of watching not only others, but myself also get pulled into the trap of what other people think. They don’t matter. In the words of Dr. Seuss, “Those who mind, don’t matter; those who matter, don’t mind.” In the US and around the world we have this mentality that other people won’t like us if we don’t look a certain way, talk a certain way, or hang out with certain people. I am here to tell you that people who are non-mainstream are some of the greatest people I have met. We can all learn from them.

This life is yours, be who you want, not who society wants, they want clones of the same person anyway, not a deviant who might challenge their logic with morality. Society says that we all should be a size 0, or super muscular with acne free skin and perfect features. Then again, society doesn’t really have a face of its own either, it’s just a collective group of imperfect people like you and I.

This life is so precious, and in the words of Switchfoot, “Are you who you want to be? Or are you some puppet on a string controlled by corporate input and money.” I can guarantee you, that the person that you and God want you to be is so much better than a puppet on a string who dances at the will of others. Be brave, be smart, be choosy, and listen to yourself.
 
And I thought teenagers were just depressed zombies.
 
 

forget hinges stay on the fringes is what Dr. Seuss would say

there are a couple things that get to me in this city (NY)

1. People who think they are old.

2. People who love fluff talk (I.E- School, work or anything that aggravates the senses)

3. People who do not dream anymore.

It irks me to think that people my age and slightly above consider themselves old. Shit if you do not think for one second that Old John Wrinkle Dick wouldn’t trade places with you so he can get his fuck on you are an intense dumbass. 🙂 I mean why do we fear aging and not embrace it in American culture?

We are meant to grow old and beautiful.

But shit why talk about deeper issues when somebody always wants to touch on the superficial shit in life.

Have you ever found yourself listening to someone and zoning the fuck out because the conversation is always about the same dumb shit.

You know you do not give a fuck what I plan to do with a college degree.

So please just ask me if I enjoy light bondage or some shit LMAO

Lastly something that depresses me to the utmost is people who forget to dream.

People here get wrapped up in school, work, their business, kids, who the fuck knows.

They become their professions, their responsibilities and all that fun shit.

But if they only knew that dreams can never be tarnished by others they would smile more.

We all wear masks but when we dream the masks we wear are truly different sides of us

as we walk through the door with no hinges to

sit atop the wall of the fringes.

DREAM PLEASE

yeah yeah yeahs

So I finally get the nerve to text a lady I like the way it should be.

Exactly what I feel.

I said fuck that waiting 20min-3 hours shit, fuck waiting for our sun to become a supernova or any other

bullshit.

Because check this out, I realize if she likes you, she likes you and unless you write her some crazy shit it does not matter.

Scratch that I wrote to her exactly what my intentions were.

There was no reason for beating around bushes.

I want to grab her close, whisper dirty things in her ear and make her horny.

I felt no need to woo.

And you know what.

She understood what Shakespeare understood:

This above all: To thy ownself be true.

Lesson: Seriously if you didn’t get it stop reading my post hahaha

Oh and she reminds me of the beautiful singer in the Yeah Yeah Yeahs

MAPS

fuck swag

Okay I have not posted in a while. For good reason to. I have been able to live my life on excellent terms.

I am broke, no job , and a veteran.

You would think it was a sad story but it isn’t.

The only reason is because I finally figured out that who I am is a work in progress.

I see things differently than I did before and after the war.

Pessimism is replaced by optimism. Optimism ends up being shitty too and I become a realist.

And suddenly all these traits clash and make an imperfect man.

A man with flaws, insecurities, confidence, volatility, humility and everything else.

The best thing about getting older despite what images of “perfection” we are bombarded with is that

every year I feel more and more happy.

Knowledge truly is what sets us humans apart from any species in human existence.

You are reading this and do not even realize that to accomplish this task you are light years ahead of lost generations.

My grandma was illiterate. But she learned as hard as it was to read. Although I can never see her breaking down

some academic textbooks she still had the will to learn.

If this post is random its because I am.

What is even weirder is that

You are just like me

and its just fine.

Lesson: No Lesson 

Inside the mind of a Veteran or Post War Blues

This post is kinda serious. I thought that since we have so many veterans coming back from multiple wars I would give you a glimpse in the mind.

I talked to my friend a former Marine who I respect. Here is what he said:

“I used to be important. I was responsible for the welfare of people who depended on a force for protection.

Politics and public opinion mattered not. I just know when I saw a leveled town and a kid with a huge scar from an explosion or people just blowing up it was more than I could ever imagine was possible for humans to do.

Having been to war I can say it is something horrible and something beautiful. When I came back they gave me a GI Bill to go to school. I thought is this the ticker tape homecoming for me? Of course that to is bullshit.

War is war and I went for the sake of finding out what it meant.

Well now being a bit older than the college kids I do not know how to really make friends but I do know that life is good.

The war is where the true heroes die and the rest of us come back to life in America.

Don’t tell me thanks. Please don’t tell me thanks. 

Just share ideas with me and do not look at me as a veteran.

It was a stepping stone to new thought.

Post war blues don’t get to me I won’t let it because I was a Marine and a good man”

 

Powerful stuff

 

Lesson: Let no one thing define who you are.

Deep Conversation or How To Charm Like Titans

There is something great communicators have that us common folks can learn.

It is simply to draw people in with deep conversations.

It is a stark difference from what we think is a conversation: For example

Sheldon: Oh hey

You: Hi

Sheldon: How’s school going?

You: (In your head contemplating how to execute your existence)

That is a mundane conversation and is so boring.

Who will even remember you for something like that.

And to think most conversations are just like that.

Which is very good because when you do bring deep conversation to the table you will dare I say

become the most interesting man (or woman) in the world.

Here is a list of ways to summon a deep conversation from within:

1. Make sure it is a topic that really has no definite answer. Like speaking about the cosmos.

2. Offer something enlightining but say it in a way that does not make you seem like a know it all. For instance offer a bit of history up for verbal dissection with your hungry friends.

3. Stray away from hot button issues, work related stuff, school related stuff or anything that you know you would fall asleep listening to yourself.

When you take the time to delve into a new world with someone an interesting thing happens.

THEY REMEMBER WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE AND WILL ACTIVELY SEEK YOU IN THE FUTURE.

 

Lesson: Stop talking about stupid shit and really get to another level.

Making friends in NYC is hardwork or how I learned to accept rejection

Now I was born in NYC but always felt like an outsider. Now before

you think I should have a stringed orchestra playing for me let me get to my point

and it is this:

When trying to make friends please expect rejection. There are exceptions:

It is easy if you are good looking (Because we associate good looking people with other great qualities)

It is easy if you are a high income earner (Because who doesn’t want be around a successful person)

But in those cases you can be getting friends for all the wrong reasons.

I realize though that embracing constant rejection is pivotal in this process.

If you are deterred because some people cannot dig your weirdness it is okay.

What’s not okay is shutting off from a world that you believe is conspiring against you.

Try This: Talk to people you would not normally speak to or just speak to people just to pick their brains.

Be wary though because you will receive any one of these common responses:

-One word answers (Just end the conversation)

-Complainers (End it gently)

-Reciprocators (Exchange info)

Lesson: If you do not put yourself out there how do you expect the world to succumb to your innate charm?