Sunday, December 31, 2017

Are You Attractive?


          It’s that time of year again where everyone you know lies to each other about how they promise to change all of the stupid shit in their lives. That’s right, I’m talking about the annual resolution portion of the program. The entire premise of the situation is rather sound, however, the follow through on the other hand, could use a little bit more commitment on everyone’s part. Mine included. That’s why I’m not going to call it that this year. A resolution it won’t be.

          The phrase “New Year’s Resolution” has become such a social joke these last number of years that it’s my belief that we need to take a step back and revisit just what the entire idea and intent is all about. Here’s my take on it all. Call me wrong, disagree, reply, applaud, even give the finger, but it’s the way I see it. Yes, that was intended. Didn’t think I needed the capital letters or quotation marks. You’re all pretty smart, and this is an easy read for you. Back to me.

Remember that this, at one time was a big deal. A resolution was as strong as a hand shake, giving your word, or a promise to a friend. These things meant something. A verbal bond to others that you truly intended to do exactly what you said. It was a vow to make yourself a better person. If it was a resolution to quit smoking, then guess what? You quit smoking. Plain and simple or you were left to suffer the public humiliation from your friends as they would ask you “how’s that quitting smoking thing going?”, while you were out having a smoke. They would laugh out loud, at you. Your trust level also dropped significantly as it revealed you as untrustworthy. These things meant something, and to some of us still do.

These days it’s been diminished to taking a look back at yourself, finding things you would change, promising to do just that, making a list of these proposed changes, then systematically eliminating them one by one as the year moves on. They either become unimportant (doesn’t matter anyway), reliant (I enjoy it too much), difficult to do, rendered stupid by friends, or become a conversational joke (“so how’s that quitting smoking thing going?”), as it was expected of you to not do them anyway. A personal proclamation for change has been rendered a social joke. Never to be taken seriously again. A sad state of affairs indeed. Unless there’s an App for that I guess.

I feel that I should ask right here if anyone is offended. Anyone? Anybody need a tissue, hug, or safe space? I can find you a cardboard box to crawl in and cry until it all goes away if you like. No? Well, fasten your chinstraps because there’s a bunch more a-comin down them rails and I aim to misbehave.

I’ve decided to look at this whole fiasco from an entirely different perspective. And I do mean different. Or fiasco. Either one works in this case. Forget the whole resolution and commercialization business, and flush it to where it now belongs.

I’m going to drift off here, but promise to bring it all back, I promise. Be patient please. This one is longer that it was in my head. Go figure.

I will go out on a limb here and state that I feel an attractive person is not based on looks. Period. Yes, there are good looking, pretty, handsome, cute people everywhere. But that’s the stereotypical television version of what attractive is. We’ve all been brainwashed over the years to think that a few talentless sisters with a Dad, who now has tits, are role models for young people all over the world. No, you really don’t want to be just like them. Give your head a shake and back up the truck right here. This image is incredibly wrong and damaging to an impressionable mind. Being an attractive person has nothing to do with how pretty you are. Or how many “likes” you have.

Let me explain one thing here. I’m writing this in my perspective as a man. Yet the points I am trying to make all work for both sexes, but I will attempt to include some of that as I go on. Please, bear with me.  

As far as I’m concerned, what makes a person attractive consist of, but is not limited to, the following things that I will suggest. I’ve probably forgotten a bunch so ease up, yet feel free to let me know what I’ve left unsaid. You will notice my progression here. Go with it. I do encourage the comments.

An open mind is a complete turn on. The ability to intently listen to a vast array of opinions from a variety of sources, legitimate or not, is not something easily learned. I truly think that it goes as deep as the genetic level. To not just listen, but understand the perspectives of others, at the same time realizing that they aren’t trying to convert you, they just see it different, and yet aren’t swayed. Attractive.

A genuine smile is a dead giveaway that you are an attractive person. Not only when it’s something overwhelming, but the little things too. Just something good. With so much false friendship, fake surprise, for whatever reason, it’s nice to see a real sign of delight on someone’s face. This is defined not only by the actual smile on their face, but also by the sparkle in their eye that lights up their entire persona. Their entire being becomes elated and radiates that very feeling upon you. We’ve all seen it before. I need not explain further. Amazing.

How you treat others is a big one. How you think and feel about people can be a total negative or a positive in your attractiveness index. Yup, it’s become an index now. Evolution at its best. Treat the Janitor the same as the Prime Minister. They are both people deserving of your attention. Not one more than the other. They are both equal. The amount of money you have or your position in life should not dictate the level of respect you receive. You are a person and they are as well. If you can ingrain this in your heart, then, guess what? You just made the list.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, yet too many people choose to do so. You need not be a Rhodes Scholar, but having a resemblance of a brain in your head is most definitely a plus. Thinking for yourself is a clear indicator. Actually having an independent thought is encouraged around these here parts. Having an opinion that isn’t either given to you by others, or something you just read on Crackbook, is not only encouraged, but a prerequisite for qualification. If you have ever said “these buffalo wings taste like chicken”, then you are in need of an upgrade.

Respect for property that does not belong to you is a definite thumbs up in my book. Treat it like it belongs to you is something more people need to adopt. If you borrow something, return it in the same shape or in better shape than when you got it. Make sure it’s clean for shit sake. It’s become too easy to break things then just say sorry without any intent of compensation. You break it, replace it. Plain and simple. Don’t just say you will then hope that they forget you said that. Keeping your word is a big heart opener. Also an important factor in keeping friends with…well…anyone with a mind of their own.

So in closing I must say these few words. Resolution schmesolution.
Do you feel that you are an attractive person?

Can you become more attractive? Would you want to?

Do you think that doing so, may silently encourage others to want to (be more like you) as well?


Happy Fricken New Year.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Not My Issue


          So much has happened in a short period of time that I’ve been too caught up in the happenings to realize that I need to stop and look around every once in a while. Well, I’m doing that now and I have to say that you all look as fabulous as ever, if not better. Except for that one guy in the very back. Dude, really?

          I’ve been concentrating on writing other things this past while. Nope, not telling. At least not yet anyway. My hope is to have it turn out, at the very least, half as good as it sounds in my head. Let’s just see how it plays out first. I certainly don’t want to get your hopes up just to yank the rug out from under you. I may just fall flat on my face. Either way, there will be a big laugh or two.

          Speaking of self-deprecation, not that I was anyway, a funny thing happened the other day. I was talking with a close friend, in public, the other day and the conversation strayed just a wee bit as it tends to with us. Now, let me preface this by saying that I was aware of all of the stupidity of people, with their involvement in not only things that they know nothing about, but also things that do not concern them in any way whatsoever. That being said, here’s the deal.

          As I mentioned previously, it was self-deprecating. The jokes and comments were going back and forth, as they tend to, with an escalation of jabs at each other, as they should be, with each feeding off of the previous one, as is life. All in good fun. Anyone with even a miniscule sense of humour would find this shit funny. All of this without any profanity. I swear to God. Not one swear word whatsoever. Although there was plenty of opportunity to litter the conversation with a wide variety of choice expletives, we abstained.

          As it turns out, from our banter, we offended a few people. And, wouldn’t you know it, they made a point of telling us so. It turns out, five people were offended, and two women covered their kid’s ears. Seriously?

One woman actually walked over from across the aisle to voice her disgust. I truly don’t think that she could hear everything that was said, but just wanted to get in on the complaint. I was looking for the token cell phone videographer as the scene she was creating seemed to be more important than the point she was trying to make.

          Just how unimportant have we become, for fear of offending someone. I say fuck-em. You being offended is not my issue, it’s yours. You deal with it. Why should I have to endure a suck-hole problem that isn’t mine? Keep your peanut allergy, diabetic crybaby away from my lunch, because, today I have PB&J sandwiches. (I’m diabetic, by the way)

I’m not going to breath on you, rub it on you, chase you around the room with it, or throw it at you just to see you react. That would be cruel. But it’s my lunch and you have no say in the matter. Deal with your issue or just stay away. Simple.

           

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Motivation / Inspiration



          Chicken is in the oven so I figured I’d pen a few words, if that’s ok with yawl. Also, I have had little to no motivation to post anything worth your time and for that I am sorry. So here it is.

          It has been some time since my last posting, and I have to say a very heartfelt sorry for the longevity of time between offerings. It has been an unusual number of months to say the least. I won’t bore you with all of the gory details but will give you the “Cole’s Notes” version of the goings on.

          Starting with the recent changes, and there are a plenty, I now live alone. Found my own abode. Well, not exactly alone, just me and my dog Mike. Mike is my reason, my inspiration, my meaning. Yes, the world does revolve around my dog. Mike The Wonderdog to be exact. He has his own Facebook page. But I digress.

          The “move”, itself, happened just over a month ago. It was a long time coming, and I am feeling pretty good about the entire thing. I was about to call it an episode, but then realised that that was just a bit extreme. Episode implies a series of dramatic, reoccurring events, with twists and turns, and plot changes, which lead down a path to a conclusion that you weren’t expecting. Like on television. Well it’s nothing like that…at all. This conclusion was expected and seen from at least a mile away, if you were looking. And I was.

          Back to me.

          I feel that I need to make this very clear, if only for the sake of the activists and or snowflakes that know absolutely nothing about my dog, Mike has suffered no ill effects, anxiety, or adjustment issues, other than the first two days, he barked a couple of times when I left for work. He missed nothing and nobody that was not integral to him, and we have endeavoured for that two day period, and continue to do so, as normal. He is the best dog ever. He loves everyone, other dogs, and life in general. That said. If I'm not home, do not attempt to enter my apartment. You will get a face full off dog. Protective mode engaged.

          A weight seems to have been lifted from my stress level. Not only do I feel much better about myself, nor I am more active, I am eating healthier, am creatively cooking more, and have lost a ton of weight. Two pant sizes to be exact. My ass looks amazing by the way. Sorry, not posting selfies at this time lol.

          Let me preface this by reminding a few of you, and the rest of you, to look back at my previous entries. I lost a ton of weight when I was sick three and a half years ago. I lost a bunch of weight, including a ton of muscle mass in a very short period of time. I dropped from a 40 inch waistline to below 34 within 2 months. I refused to buy anything smaller even though this was the second time buying smaller clothes. The 34s became baggy. For the first time since I was 23, I weighed less than 200 pounds. After all of the loss and the work to gain weight, I was wearing my 38s for the longest time. My 34s now fit me perfectly. My Cancer pants fit, but properly now. My ass still looks great by the way.

          I’m not looking for this to be a reminder or reflection on all of the crap surrounding my Cancer stuff. Not at all. I drifted off, and we’re good. All is good.


          This is all good stuff. I have a ton more to tell you all about but I’m going to save it for another entry. Spring will happen and will be amazing.