Progressive Liberal's Open Salon Blog

America in 2011 (Occupy Wall Street)

Mon, 26 Sep 2011 22:09:29 -0400

This is America in 2011: citizens protesting the social injustices of the financial sector upon the middle class and working poor are being brutalized by police and subject to a blackout by the mainstream media that is slowly being lifted.

It's an unfortunate truth that the Occupy Wall Street movement(s) are revealing before us today: scream about the evils of government health care or murdered fetuses and they will grab the news cameras, scream about the evils of corporate monopolies or the corrupt practices of Wall Street and they will grab the pepper spray.

Don't Save It For Another Day

Thu, 11 Aug 2011 01:08:42 -0400

Let's hear it.

Crush my heart.

Ignite this flame.

I'll pretend it's all the same.

My inner nutbag has been unleashed today. After all this time playing it all cool around my ex-sweetie (who I am now trying to encourage a relationship out of) I was busy playing the sideways talking hyperactive teenager just before we parted ways today.

She talks a big game about leaving the dude she is seeing, but doesn't do shit on the kicking him to curb part of that equation. So I started trying to kiss her and just being natural instead of rigid around her. I've really got to stop doing that...

Been journaling again, probably just a way for me to keep track of how incredibly complex and roller coaster-ish my life has been over the past year.

Odd patterns arise in my mind: that poem in my last post is not about the woman who now consumes me like I've fallen underground. It's about a co-worker. Which was exactly the same thing that happened years and years ago.

I'm stuck in this certain voice when I write lately. It's bugging me.

Friday Poetry

Fri, 22 Jul 2011 20:07:06 -0400

A poem about a woman, how original of me:

I just can't stand the way it's gotta be.

We need to break down these walls that keep you away from me.

I'm never fulfilled inside as we part ways.

Doubtful you feel the same.

These lonely days are making me sour once again.

A pill poisoning my blood.

Inside I'm screaming your name out.

Inside I'm holding you close.

But out here we just talk.

Never met anyone who makes me feel this way,

And I've met people who would make your hair turn gray.

Untitled Ramble on a Sunday

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 21:07:09 -0400

With no social life to speak of I end up once again here on Open Salon doing another blog post for no real reason in particular.

I have managed to get a job, which I actually enjoy doing. It's working at a UPS Store franchise and the reality of the job is best compared to working at the Post Office and Kinkos at the same time. It's part-time but I pick up a lot of hours by just keepig myself available for work even on my days off and waking up early even when I'm not going in until mid-afternoon.

The entire experience of being unemployed for the larger part of two years has really just made me realize that in no uncertain terms is it all about money in this world. Whatever ideals you bring to the table with you the hard fact of are you yes or are you no producing income will eventually crush you, unless of course you have that silver spoon thing going for you.

Much of my most recent troubles, in retrospection, stem from my feelings about having my friends and family pay my way for everyday expenses. That situation was causing me a lot of stress and in what seems like the snap of a finger it's over.

What for me is the most important thing in getting into a new work environment is the quality of your co-workers. Other factors are extremely important of course but one of my great elations is that the people I work with are all friendly folks to be working with. Apparently I am the shit, or so everyone tries to tell me in there in regard to picking up the job with no prior experience whatsoever. What they don't know is that I'm that I have some serious crushing going on with one of my female co-workers. Then again I might not be giving the dudes enough credit for sniffing me out. Either way that is all very comical to me because I just can't help but act like an idiot in front of her, because I'm so damn into her.

I spend a lot of time thinking about the process of retreating into ourselves lately. How exactly it happens and why. For me it's always been about love, and more to the point not getting the kind of love I wanted out of a person. The most common solution I hear from others is the "let go" mantra, but that never worked for me. I just change drives from one thing to another. Now it's all about me instead of all about her, and for the first time in as long as I can remember I am perfectly okay with that.

My father is still undergoing chemotherapy and in an interesting twist is using medical marijuana to ease the symptoms but keeping it from me. I've always been the type to happily play along with everyone's little games they want to play, so I feign ignorance over the matter. His condition is good and the doctors say the chemo is working so that's another good note to add to this ramble.

Fin.

Cracked: '5 Things Nobody Tells You About Being Poor'

Sat, 4 Jun 2011 15:06:02 -0400

Cracked.com:

Being poor is like a game of poker where if you lose, the other players get to fuck you. And if you win, the dealer fucks you.

#5.

You Get Charged for Using Your Own Money

#4.

There is an Industry That Profits by Keeping You Poor

#3.

No Credit Can be Just as Damaging as Bad Credit

#2.

Your Next Expensive Disaster is Always Around the Corner

#1.

You're Always in Survival Mode

I'm back in the rat race once more, after finally landing a real job. But crap almighty I'm still poor as you can get without being on the street.