Wah Wah Wednesdays – You reap what you sow

A friend of mine recently posted this status on facebook:

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I’ve always wondered why women don’t like going for the nicer guys out there. There’s a couple of women I know that go for the bottom of the barrel – they go for those 30-something hopeless bar leeches with piercings and all those Mickey Mouse tattoos on their face who work at the Pepsi plant in Bladensburg and live in their adopted mother’s basement, and then when it doesn’t work out, they feel manipulated and ask me “Why aren’t there any nice guys in the world anymore?” I asked one of my female friends why they don’t look for nicer guys to go out with, and she said “They just don’t exist anymore, so we make do with what’s out there.” Really?

The thing about nice guys finishing last…nice guys always finish last because they’re overlooked by society, not because they’re doormats – they’re sensible and practical. Nice guys aren’t sleazebags, or drug abusers, or alcoholics – they’re focused individuals, and some people just tend to see them as people that aren’t fun, that have no aspirations in life, no personality, no real “selling point”, if you want to call it that. Nice people don’t make headlines like Chris Brown – they aren’t attention whores that look for trouble to get people talking about them.

Myself? I used to be a massive asshole, a backstabber, a manipulator, and I wasn’t proud of that. I knew that the life I was leading was going to end up with me either being in jail or killed. The life I was leading was shortening my life span, so I stopped and changed myself for the better. But it’s ironic to note that the only time I was in serious relationships in my life was when I was still an asshole – when I was the one getting the cops called on me in New York while I was fighting with a guy, when I was the person that would yell at authority, and challenge anyone whose opinion differed from mine to prove me wrong, even if it meant sacrificing my own well-being. Coincidence?

I still believe in what I believe, I still challenge those who question my decisions, but I’ve been much more open-minded now that I’ve gotten older. People have opinions, and sometimes, other people have good points to make, and it’s worth it to listen to them. If being open-minded makes me a doormat, be my guest and pass me up.

Of course, before I get a lot of heat about this, let me go on the record and say that I’m not generalizing every woman in society in saying that they all believe what this one friend of mine has to say. I’m smart enough to know that everyone’s different, but the problem that my friend has is that she believes all of the nice guys in the world are all the same – they’re all vegetable-like, 35-year old male nurses who like to shop at Trader Joe’s, and talk about things they read last night alone at home in their Reader’s Digest while watching a special on PBS. I’m not knocking those guys, either, but not every nice guy is the same. I mean, I pray every day, I help my friends out with assignments and sometimes financial woes, I love to do community service and promote activism for cancer research, heart disease, diabetes, and healthy living habits, and I’m always a respectful individual in public. I hardly even curse when I’m around my friends (although it does surprise them when I do curse – it’s like they’re watching me set fire to a Bible in a Catholic chuch when I curse). But by no means should that mean I’m weak, submissive, and accept what’s happening to me. I changed myself from the asshole I was to the person I am now because I wanted to live a better life. I’m a nice guy because I treat people the way I’d want to be treated, and I’d expect nothing less. We’ve got one life to live, and I know that some people have it a lot worse, so I want to help them. Does that REALLY make me a doormat?

I’ve been incredibly upset that there’s been a bunch of nice guys in my circle of friends that have forced themselves into becoming part of the depravity – the people that turn themselves into clubhopping, alcoholic, misogynistic douchebags like the people that pressed the “like” button on this comment, just so that some of the more physically attractive women will pay attention to them. People that are really nice guys know how to believe in themselves, know what’s best for them in their lives, know what they’re looking for, and know that they don’t have to change who they are just because someone says that they’re not up to par with them.

You reap what you sow. Look for what’s right, not what people tell you to look for.

Introducing Music Monday

I’ve decided to start a new article on here every Monday that revolves around music that I’ve found using my Shazam music tagger. Now, there’s a bunch of music that I hear from random places – chat rooms, Starbucks, radio, commercials, etc., and I always wanted to know what those songs were. Now that I have a music tagger on hand, I’ve tagged and stockpiled a huge list of music that most of you have never even heard from, so I wanted to share what I’ve tagged with you, and reasons why I tagged it. I’m gonna be taking out 10 tags a day, starting from the bottom of the list, when I first starting using Shazam, and hopefully you guys find something you like in the process! Enjoy!

Chris Brown – She Ain’t You

Because I like domestic violence? (Nahhhh)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7V2GzYcRK9E&ob=av2e

Edie Brickell & New Bohemians – What I Am

I’ve always remembered hearing this song on the radio back in the 90′s when WHFS was still around, but none of the DJs ever said her name. Now you know.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDl3bdE3YQA&ob=av3n

Guns N’ Roses – Live and Let Die (cover)

As soon as I heard someone else singing this song other than Paul McCartney, I had to find out who it was.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JjVPiDLdH4

Jason Mraz – Sleep All Day

Never liked the guy before, but he’s found his style, and he’s gotten a lot better. Great song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95ThRxhl-ug

Lupe Fiasco – The Show Goes On

Kept getting stuck in my head when I randomly hear it playing on a radio in the office.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6osarKUxtqU

Empire Of The Sun – Walking on a Dream

This was part of a mix from a friend of mine, and I just had to know what it was.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eimgRedLkkU&ob=av2n

Holy Ghost! –  Static on the Wire

I like the really retro sound that this song has, despite being a more recent release from 2010

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ExzH8erOac

Jessie J feat. B.o.B – Price Tag

This song always gets stuck in my mom’s head, so I tagged it for her.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMxX-QOV9tI&ob=av3e

deadmau5 – Vanishing Point.

Because deadmau5 is awesome.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDR-5yIJGyg

This Is My Life – Edward Maya

Big fan of Stereo Love, and this one didn’t disappoint, either. Don’t have the link, but it shouldn’t be hard to find.

That’s all for this edition of Music Monday. Drop by next week for ten more songs off of my music tagger!

Wah Wah….Thursdays – Serving non-seafood stuff at seafood restaurants

**PARENTAL ADVISORY – CRUDE LANGUAGE AHEAD AND REFERENCES TO SEAFOOD AHEAD**

For one, be quiet. I forgot about Wednesday.

Now, If you work at a sushi or seafood restaurant, do me a favor and DON’T PUT ANYTHING FISHY IN THE CHICKEN AND VEGETARIAN OPTIONS ON YOUR MENU! Why in the hell would you bother doing that? If people want to eat chicken at a seafood restaurant, LET them eat some damn chicken. Don’t sprinkle all these magical fish flakes all over it! I myself have an incredibly terrible fish allergy, and a lot of the waiters are jerks and they’re like “Why would you come to a sushi restaurant if you’re allergic?” The truth is, I HATE it when people have to change their considerations and reservations because of my allergy, so I always go with it. Most of the time, I don’t mind tagging along to a sushi bar or seafood restaurant, because at least there are vegetarian options or some sort of poultry on the menu, and that’s cool. But honestly, if they’re vegetarian options, why have I seen some people putting seafood in the VEGETARIAN dishes? It defeats the whole purpose, and God forbid there’s someone with an allergy like me, a vegan, or someone who doesn’t eat it for religious reasons. I just find it to be the most inconsiderate thing a restaurant can do.

Even worse is that when you go to a seafood restaurant and order something with chicken, some places don’t even REMEMBER your order. I’ve been to Coastal Flats countless times, a relatively decent seafood place in Northern Virginia, and maybe 75% of the time, they forget my order because it ISN’T SEAFOOD. It’s ridiculous! That’s why I’ve gotten into the habit of checking out a menu for a place before I go there, to make sure that everything is okay for me. My friends and I went to a sushi place that did ALL of these things – they would put fish in the iced tea, if they could. The tonkatsu (which is a pork dish, for those that aren’t familiar) I ordered was covered in fish flakes and baked in fish grease. Honestly, that’s showing me that they don’t have a lot of variety. I was literally about to walk across the street and get some Subway for dinner.

With THIS being said, It’s time to introduce the second half of this post, that only some of you will be able to view. All parts of the second half are copyrighted by ME.

Wah Wah Wednesdays – Tipping at the restaurant

Why bother doing the math for a 15% tip? I remember reading something in a book recently about a guy in the entertainment business that always tips 20%, which for those of you who aren’t math wizards, is just the total divided by 5. It’s easy, and on top of that, 20% may seem like a lot to you, salaried workers, but to those that are serving you, it could mean the difference between making rent that month for your server. Ever since I read that, I’ve always tipped 20%, no matter what. Some waiters are really trying hard, and others are falling on hard times. Give them what they deserve, but never anything under 20%, unless they spit in your food or something (or bring you fish, which I’ll discuss next week).

Smile

(This is based on true events that happened to me today.)

So I was on my lunch break, out to play the lottery
Hoping that dumb luck could make a millionaire outta me
But on my way there, I saw a sight I’m not used to seeing
Sitting on the ground with a sign – a beautiful human being

Analyzing her, much to my surprise
She had raw, natural beauty – what caught me was her eyes
Haven’t seen a countenance that attractive in a while
Rosy pink cheeks and a gentle little smile

Couldn’t tell that she was homeless – had a big coat and nice pants
But you could tell from details she was a victim of circumstance
What in the hell was she doing on the street?
As I thought, security made her get up on her feet

She was getting moved out, and I got a little nervous
Tried to check my bank account, but my phone didn’t have service
Couldn’t have been any older than myself
Forget the lottery now, dammit, all I want to do is help

Ran to the closest ATM to quickly get some cash
Back to the spot where I saw her, I continued to dash
But when I got back to the spot, she was already long gone
Probably to hide away from the dusk to see the next dawn

I know that she’s strong – I know she’s a survivor
My only hope is that tomorrow, I could still find her
Same spot, same place, same time, different day
With goodwill and contributions – but for now, I’ll pray

Pray that she finds herself a better deal of luck
I know with this economy – it’s easier to give it up
She had to be a sign from higher up to to let me know
That what we reap in the world comes from everything we sow

I make a good deal, and it wouldn’t hurt for more
But still, I have a soft spot for helping out the poor
What good’s a million dollars? You only have it for a while
I’ll give it to someone deserving, because I want to see them smile.

Wah Wah Wednesdays – Your name on a tattoo

Why do people get their own names tattooed on their body? I mean, tattoos are supposed to be an expression of art that you want permanently embossed on yourself to show a sense of individuality. I can understand if you want to get a spouse’s name tattooed on yourself to show your devotion, but in this day and age, relationships are fleeting, and sometimes that one you tattooed on yourself gets away, and forces you to cover it up with a picture of a fish.

But why the hell would you want your OWN name tattooed on you? What’s the sense in that? Is there a practical reason for it, like if you die, the coroner will still be able to identify your body without the forensics team? Is it so that you’ll remember what your name is in case you get too wasted one night at a club? If that’s the case, you might want to consider tattooing it upside down so that you’ll be able to read your own arm, or even have it tattooed backwards so you can read it in a mirror. Better yet, if you’re seeing double, you can have it tattooed so that it appears in 3D! But still, I think it’s a little obsessive just getting your own name tattooed on you, not to mention ridiculous. But hey, if it’s your thing…

Today…is not …

Today…is not my day.

Tonight…is not my night.

It’s with this thought I pray

That there will be a guiding light.

 

My patience is thin.

And my will is weak.

My mind dwells on things

Of which I’d rather not speak.

 

I feel so alone.

So trapped and confused.

As if all I know

Is what I was told to do.

 

It’s hard to breathe

I might need some air

You were the air in my life

But you were never there.

 

It’s time to move on.

Not much left to say

But if you still have your questions

You’ll know the answer someday.

Sims social freestyle (segment)

I couldn’t POSSIBLY leave you on the weekend with that downer of a poem, could I? Haha, here’s one I wrote as a tribute to The Sims Social, which is actually a facebook game that my friend Kelly got me into playing a little while ago. I’m way over the game now, but it did provide for a little rhyme because of how ridiculous it was :P

I know you’re busy; I just wanna say
I used all 15 of my energy to dance with you the other day
Thought I was boring, double negative, but that’s okay
‘Cause I fixed the toilet and then made you tapas anyway

Sent you some hope from your profile to up your skills
Now you can make bank to pimp your crib and pay the bills
Sometime, the social motive drops, and I need to chat
You’re talking wombats while I think of acrobats

All your decorations put a smile on my face
Even though you somehow stuck a wooden doorframe in the fireplace
You’re listed as my BFF, but I must confess
You’re the best neighbor I ever had, forget all the rest

It’s hard for me to see you when you never cut the grass
Just a few bushes away from jumping in and tapping that….glass
glass on your window; what’d you think, I was gonna say a little something?
I’m high class, and I’m second to nothing

Caught revisited – tentative ending

I’ve written a really powerful, emotional ending to “Caught,” but it’s so incredibly dark, and I’m not really all that comfortable with it. I can honestly say that even though it’s met an end, it’s not really the way I would want to portray this whole thing. I’m gonna keep thinking of more stanzas that could possible replaced the last two stanzas, and see how I can work with it to make it less dark.

It’s 3 A.M., I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling
Finding difficulty breathing through this empty feeling
The words we said reverberate while my mind is reeling
Lord, give me a sign; some spiritual healing

Gazing at the moon, thinking ’bout what I should do
Feeling like a damn buffoon, saying all those things to you
Yeah, I got a lot to prove; No, I ain’t gon’ play the fool
It was just one little lie….just a little lie

Each and every day, thoughts like this won’t go away
What am I supposed to say? Say that everything’s okay?
No more games that I can play, things will never be the same
Opening my eyes will be the big mistake I make today

It’s 4 A.M., I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling
Finding difficulty breathing through this empty feeling
The words we said reverberate while my mind is reeling
Lord, give me a sign; some spiritual healing

It’s been the test of our moral fabric all along
How something that feels so good can’t ever really be so wrong
The next moment, the happy memories are forever gone
The empty shell of who you are is listening to this song

Play it back in your mind for the hundredth time
Trying to find the solace in writing apologetic rhymes
Pouring out your heart and your soul in each and every line
By the time it’s all written out, the clock is striking nine

The sun breaks through my window, I laid the poem to the side

Look into the mirror just to see myself; my bloodshot eyes
are done with it, jump in the tub before I cut the lights
run the water, open them up, and say my last goodbyes
 
It’s 9 A.M., I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling
Finding difficulty breathing through this empty feeling
The words we said reverberate while my mind is reeling
Lord, into Your hands, I commend my spirit

Wah Wah Wednesdays – Typical names spelled differently

Why bother changing the spelling of a typical name? I don’t understand the people that try to make their child unique by changing letters in their name, or coming up with hideous conglomerations of names just so that they stand out. Honestly, it’s not going to make your name any more unique. It’s just going to cause frustration for your kids when they have to spell out their name every time they go somewhere for the REST OF THEIR LIFE. There’s nothing wrong with the name Tiffany. Don’t bastardize it and make it “Typhanie”, because that’s just awful. I can understand if you use a word from another language (If I have a daughter, I want to name her Chaitri, which is the first full moon day in the month of Chaitra in India), but changing the spelling of an already existing name isn’t as creative as you think. I’m not saying you should go all Frank Zappa on your kids for originality, but just have some discretion.

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