Some Good Advice.

Thanks, Cracked.

“Have you ever gone to a fast food drive-through and been met with some jackoff who’s obviously working there part time because his parents made him? He’s such an unbelievable douche, and the only reason you don’t report him is because you’re running short on time. So you speed off, and now your morning is shot as you weave through traffic, mumbling under your breath about what you’d do to that cockhole if you ever caught him out in the real world. He’s lucky your throwing stars were at the polish shop today.

Not many of us give much thought to someone else’s bad day. We think, “I don’t care about your personal problems. You’re working a job that deals with the public, and if you can’t handle that, you need to be fired!” It never dawns on us that he may have been called in on his day off after four hours of sleep. Or that maybe his dog died, and the manager could give a shit less because “Dogs aren’t family. Get in here or find another job.” And 700 days of spotless service mean nothing compared to that 20 seconds of completely justifiable weakness.

Now, consider this: The very next person to talk to you (while you’re in that mood) is going to think the same exact thing about you. They weren’t there to witness the circumstances behind your bad mood. They just see an insufferable prick being rude for no reason. Guess what’s going to happen with the rest of their interactions today?

You have to be the link that closes the end of that chain, because nobody else is going to step up and be the adult. You have to be the badass who grits his teeth and says, “Shit happens. I’m not going to let it get to me. I have too much to do to let something insignificant like that wreck the rest of my day.” And then fly off into the horizon, fighting robots by shooting bald eagles out of your fists, because at that point, you totally deserve to.

It is not the world’s duty to make your day better. That is totally on your shoulders — to understand how and why you react a certain way to certain stimuli and recognize where you need to make changes and adjustments. Are you man enough to make those changes? Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like I’m addressing just the men here. Ladies, are you man enough to make those changes?

Today is going to suck a whole lot less if you are.”


So I’m back from camp now. We got back on Tuesday night.

Things never seem to change here in Omaha. I dropped by Hy-Vee to say hi, nothing has changed there. All the same people work there, same work dynamic, same everything. Neither has the house. My Omaha friends, or what’s left of them, are still the same as they were when I left. Everything is the same old freaking Omaha. The only change that ever happens here is when the people you love, who made life here worth it, move on and leave you. It feels so dry and empty here now. Dead.

It’s funny to think that when I was younger, I would have loved for things to always stay the same. I mistook change for instability, and I hated it. I never wanted anything to change. Now, a life without change seems hopeless. It just gets old here after a while. Almost all the people that I used to hang out with that made this worth it are gone now. I feel like it’s my time now. I need to leave too.

My memories of the best times here with my friends almost seem to haunt me. Usually, looking back on those times is a bitter sweet thing. I loved those people with a fiery passion that can never be replicated. I would have done anything for them. It’s hard to look back on love like that and know you can never replicate it,, and thus Omaha is like a graveyard to me now. A memorial to memories past. All the scenery is the same, but it’s a hollow coffin of my past without the people.

I’m moving away in October, and it will be great. A fresh start, with new friends and old friends, new memories to be made and new places to discover; a hope and future to look forward to.