I Cannot Be the Only One

 I cannot be the only one, can I?
I cannot possibly be the only person that is tired, mentally fatigued to the point where I simply do not care if I even get out of bed?

I cannot be the only one, can I?

Am I the single person on Earth that feels like his problems are not understood much less met with any kind of sympathy?

I am surrounded by people and yet I feel alone. I am alone. I am utterly alone. The solitude like a noose slowly tightened, drawing tighter, breathing shallow. My eyes refuse to focus, my limbs become rebellious; fighting to even stand.

I cannot be the only one, can I?

My closets friend has become my worst enemy and I am devastated at the prospect of the finality that looms. The hardest part is that I do not even seem to care. I am almost relieved at the thought that I may be done with that chapter.  The hardest chapter I’ve ever written both in it’s production and destruction.

I cannot be the only one, can I?

And yet, I am not without hope. Yes, it’s dark outside, but there is light – distant perhaps – beyond the clouds. I have a sense that it will all work out though I may not ever know when. I do not have to always feel happy, right? I do not have to, do I?

I cannot be the only one, am I?

Why Do I write? No, Really, WHY?*

I wonder sometimes why exactly it is that I write. Why do I spend countless hours in front of the computer stringing words together?

Why do I sit up for hours after my family has gone to bed or rise hours before they wake to get thoughts and ideas down on paper – or more recently – into some digital format?

I Won’t Forgive – A Poem

The following IS NOT me or my thoughts. Not that I have not felt some of them perhaps all of them from time to time. We all have. Only one person in history has gone through their life and not held a grudge, not felt bitterness, not forgiven. Even on the cross, Scripture tells us that when Jesus, “…was insulted, he did not insult in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten but entrusted himself to the one who judges justly” (1 Peter 2:23). 

God’s WORD Should Guide Our Choices

I can be a blog junkie!

I read several blogs every day. Some I go to multiple times a week. I read the  archives, the About page, I follow links to new blogs, I download and read the free e-books they give away – I have one too, by the way,  if you’re interested just subscribe – see link below – and I’ll send you the link.

I read the comments, the rebuttals and retractions, I read blogs with lots of sports action. I read blogs on religion and music, movies too but blogs on politics leave me blue

In God We Trust (Do We ?).

I often wonder how many times a day God looks down on me and shakes his head in haughty derision. – Probably, none or a million, but definitely one of the two.

I also wonder, at those times when he sees that I “get it” does he start jumping up and down like a father that just watched his son score a touchdown to win the game, only to be befuddled as to why I do not use my new found knowledge or as I am told Lombardi said, “…act like you’ve been there before”?

Small Beginnings Are Still Beginnings

I am not going to lie, I am nervous about attempting another Nanowrimo. For all the reasons I am nervous about being or even,  – calling myself a writer; I don’t feel qualified. Who am I to say that about myself? How dare I elevate myself to such a lofty place? Writer? You? “Get outa here kid, you go no future.”

No Idea What I Am Doing

Well, I’M BACK!!!!

Hmmm, that was anticlimactic.

If you’re reading this, and you must be, then you’re clearly in the right place.

Eyes OFF Me!

WhYelling Marine DI - From Business Insideren I was at Parris Island becoming a Marine, any time our Drill Instructors wanted our undivided attention they yelled.

Well – they must have wanted our attention a lot – because they yelled…

A LOT!

DO ANY MIC ANY TIME ANY WHERE

open-mic-nightGetting started in comedy is the hardest part of getting started in comedy.

Huh?

Yeah – you read that correctly. Starting anything new is always the hardest part but with comedy there are so many variables – you have to know where to go, who to know, how to write, courage to get on stage – sometimes that equates to stupidity – and the list goes on but the absolute hardest part of getting into this business is finding stage time.

WAY Out Of My Comfort Zone!

I got this off the internets - thank you internets.

I got this off the internets – thank you internets.

Ever had the Pizza Hut P’Zone? If not I am super sorry. It was a delicious masterpiece of pizza-y goodness. You can get a decent calzone from just about any pizza place but the P”Zone was a zone I could easily get into.

Other zones? Not so much.

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