Scribbles

Time to scribble. The scribbles always come at the hours that most of us, excuse me, most of you, are sound asleep in your posterpidick  bed. Personally for me it is in the late night/morning where clarity is revealed and I see the clearest. Or maybe the alcohol is controlling my fingers that peck along this keyboard. Either way I choose to scribble because its good for the soul.

I would like to kill everyone and everything.

Not plausible, so I stick with scribbling.

I hate you.

Maybe someday we can grow and live harmoniously as one, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. You are too large and influential. All the brainless sheep walk to the beat of your drum and I can't for the life of me figure out why. I am really off beat. As the saying goes, " I march to the beat of my own drum". Fuck it, I make good beats (fuck Dre).

Unfortunately nobody marches with me. And that's a problem. Or perhaps it's a good thing and I got it all wrong, which I am completely ok with. The best I can hope for is that scribbling shall set me free. Otherwise all bets are off....

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The Perfect World

In a perfect world my dog wouldn't shed. In a perfect world cigarettes wouldn't cause cancer and booze wouldn't cause liver disease. Hookers would be free and strippers would actually have feelings for you. But ladies and gents the world ain't perfect. In the Marine Corps we had a saying, "Adapt and overcome". When things don't go as planned you... adapt.... and overcome. I think we get caught up in a world where we believe everything should go as we see fit or as we viewed them in our head as going. We forget to adapt to our given surroundings and our unfulfilled expectations as if we were promised the perfect world. There is no perfect world. The world has made no agreement, signed no contract, or even flirtatiously hinted that it would align with or go along with any plans you might have conceived. The world don't give a shit people! No matter how well and premeditated your plans might be, it simply does not matter.

Life is a series of adaptations. BOOM. It's that simple; we can't predict or control the outcome of a situation. We are lucky if we can even sway things to go in our favor just slightly. We are too quick to lose sight of this fact. We want things as we perceive they should be in our minds and leave little room for deviation. So when things do go awry (which they inevitably will) we shit ourselves and look for someone or something to blame for this hairpin turn that was not apart of the blueprint when we designed the map. Adapt and overcome. 

Here is how it works.

Part I: ADAPT- To make suitable, as by changing; to modify (oneself) to conform to a situation or environment, as defined by my trusty Doubleday Dictionary. Let's say I go to the movies and the movie I wanted to see is sold out. I can either throw a temper tantrum and curse out the ticket attendant and then sulk all the way home. Or ADAPT and see what else is playing. 

Which leads me to... 

Part II: OVERCOME- To get the better of, defeat, conquer; to prevail over or surmount, as difficulties, obstacles, etc. Thank you Doubleday. So in the scenario I have created I have adapted to the devastating news that the movie I had so thoughtfully planned by seeing what else is playing. I then choose a different movie (overcome), and for all intents and purposes accomplish what I set out to do in the beginning which was to go see a movie. Not the movie I originally wanted to see however the world is not perfect and does not cater to my every want and need.

I don't really know what the fuck I'm talking about but the logic seems sound. You adapt to your given surroundings, and if unfavorable, you overcome by making said surroundings suitable to your needs. Simple as that. Rinse and repeat.

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