Good Point....

So my friend NikNak brought up a valid point.  She made a statement to me about how her parents just can not seem to let her figure out who she is.  It made me think about my parents and how they raised me.  I often wish they had been harder on me, I know that sounds crazy, but it is true.  I think I would have done better in school and better focused on a career at this point.  Who knows?  I for sure don't and am in no position to question my parents tactics.  My point is that children, no matter the age, will disagree with the way their parents are doing things at some point or another.  I may disagree with how my parents raised me when I was 5 but I don't think I was in the right frame of mind at that age to tell my parents how to raise me, they did not know I would grow up to be who I am, nor did I.  I agree with what NikNak said, that she does not want to compromise growing as a person and finding out who she is just so her parents can approve of her now.  Long story short she made some decisions that most teenagers would make in college.  She went to a party here and a party there, but she works and pays her bills.  So she decided to go party, so what, but at the same time she should be more careful.  There are always two different sides to each altercation.  Instead of everyone getting mad, why don't we just listen to the other person vent?  Then we can switch roles and they listen while you vent.  Seems like it could work right?  Who knows, at this point I have pretty much accepted life for what it is and don't think it will change anytime soon.

Men of Honor

So I sat down this morning to watch a movie.  I needed something to lift my spirits, besides pot.  I saw that the movie Men of Honor was on and remembered watching it with my father some odd years back.  It made me think about the actions of people today.  Where is that honor that people used to have instilled in their every action.  Where honor was the most important thing in someones life.  I suppose the term is long outdated.  I guess I am a different breed of individual, some of who are still out there.  I guess this movie made me look inward more then anything.  I have this tattoo on my left forearm, it says "Death Before Dishonor".  I feel that is something worth living by.  Who knows anymore right?  Honor is just something that is a trend.  It is something that can be faked.  I don't neccesarilly feel that way, but it is the accepted way for the youthful generation.  Now I am not generation bashing, but I see why my generation caught so much crap.  Slowly and slowly the honor in each generation is deminishing.  What happened to honoring thy parents, honoring thy elders, honor thyself.  Perfect example, I walked into a gas station the other day to see 5 young men swearing, trying to intimidate older people, just downright being asses.  They could not have been older then 14-15, but if they talked this way to their elders, how do they talk to their mothers and fathers?  I can honestly say I was disgusted with them.  I wanted to just grab them up and beat some sense into them, but what good would that have done?  I guess I just have to accept that the only honor left is that in movies, where the true men of honor reside.  

I also had promised to mention Miki in this one, although this blog did not pertain to what she said, I still find it motivating.  So thank you wonderful for everything you do for me. 

Just A Stoner

Who here likes to smoke?  Yea I'm talking about marijuana.  Yes it is illegal and I do not support illegal activities, however, I get blazeddddddd.   I smoke to soften life up.  Make it more then what it is, some people smoke to relieve stress and others do it to get their mind right.

I wake and bake every day.  Every day.  What's waking up in the morning if you don't have a joint in your hand?  Kind of crappy if you ask me.  I climb out of bed, turn on the light, grab my towel and head for the shower, right before I close the door I yell out for Marley.  Marley is my red coated puppy.  She is a pit but she thinks shes a cat.  I get all cleaned up and I start my day.  First I clean up the house, being un-employed sucks.  I then make my way to my laptop in the living room, sit on the couch with my tray, bag, and gut box.  

For those of you who do not know what a gut box is, it is for the insides of a cigar, keep the leaf, gut the cigar.

Anyway, I start the day with some cereal watching the news or Good Morning America.  I sign online and start checking the job listings.  Everyday I am in search of a job that is willing to hire a full time college student who formerly pinned steel and installed canopies.  Not likely.  After re-applying to all the places that posted the day before and the others I find I qualify for, I apply for the ones that were posted that day that I feel I qualify for and even some I don't.  About noon I make some munchies and finish up school work while watching television.  I smoke throughout the day, never really at a certain time, except 4:20pm.  I go to sleep and do it again.  Today for example I found some old videos of when I was younger.

I rolled up a fat boy, after finishing my school work and applying for jobs of course, popped on some movies and started laughing about how insane I used to be.  I would run around acting like I was on drugs, even though I wasn't.  It was just crazy to see the footage of me breaking into an old abandoned school and running down the hall ways.  I used to be wild.  Now I'm just a stoner.