progress.

i am a plethora of thoughts at the moment.

not emotions. 

"emotion is negro. logic is greek."

i've successfully detached myself from the emotional wreck that was the former me. though they still exist they remain well in check.

this being said, i read something just now that shocked me and prompted me to feel something i havent felt in some time.

ironic. "some time" when this feeling is impatience. 

i've waited for months on end for you to act. months. i've sat. idle. hoping.  and to be frank, i've hated every second. maybe its my impatient nature maybe its your inactive way of taking action. either way i'm sick of waiting. period. 

the camel's back has broken. the last straw pulled. 

i have grown used to this single life. enjoyed, even, what it has to offer. i have lived this life long enough to know what i want. and because of your inactivity, i will finally act on it.

that is my progress.

the book i have long needed to write is well underway. 

chapter three, i believe. a story at heart and the words in mind. i'm very much excited to get back to it and deliver it to you.

that is my progress.

i have grown content in myself to be comfortable in my solitude.

that is my progress.

but i have grown up enough to stop waiting for shit to happen.

that is my progress.

though a portion of my progress has come about through frustration. 

that is my regress. 

i realize that i am all and nothing.

i am something like clay. i can mold to whatever you want me to be and nothing more but if not upheld i will slump to become everything less.

what you see is what you get...but you'll only get what you're willing to see.

this came about from a conversation with an old somebody from howard. they claimed to think i only used them for sex. not true. i used them for nothing. they only came to me for sex and they got what they came for. i had to explain to them that if they had come for wisdom or advice, they would have received just that. you have not for you ask not.

im not the kind of guy to give anything without prompt.

you want a listening ear; talk.

you want a friend; befriend

you want a fuck; be fuckable

you want wisdom; give wisdom

you want a boyfriend; be a girlfriend.

its all very simple people.

just fucking keep up. i'm getting highly annoyed with having to slow down for you. seriously.

this is my progress.

dumbass.

another return.

one of the places i've been most comfortable is on stage.

in front of a crowd.

today i met with this old friend again.

it was an odd reunion. 

i did my part.

received applause. 

all that shit. 

but i wasnt comfortable.

 

and i didnt know why until i left the homeless shelter.

last time, i felt such a connection with the homeless because i thought i was soon to be one.

and now...i know im not.

but thats not important.

the important part is...im getting people saved through a ministry that i hardly practice.

i dont go to church.

i dont pray.

im a heathen. 

and i dont plan on changing.

the minister wants all the people who are in the drama thing to become members of the church and take these classes to do so.

i refuse.

thus, this might be the end of my short lived acting career. 

sigh. oh well.

in other news.

i'm HIGHLY disappointed in some of my fellow bloggers.

seems that the pastime that we shared with one another isnt important enough to keep indulging in. 

people suck.

strike 3.

these past few weeks have a reoccurring theme.

being the literal person i am, i tend to overlook the metaphors of life.

so looking back--i could slap myself for having missed it.

im going to cease struggle.

im not fighting for friendships.

im not begging for support.

i will do with my life as i see fit for me and me alone.

today has shown me that no matter how much you:

forgive

trust

love

hate

confide

need

any person, the only one who can keep your dreams alive is yourself.

for a long time i lived without a dream.

without hope. 

and recently i have found my dream. and even more recently i found a way to acquire that dream.  

of course, it was soon shot down.

but i refuse to let this dream get deferred. even if i have to live out this dream in solitude.

if friends are lost.

if family vanishes.

if all human interaction with anyone i ever cared about is lost.

i'll be just fine.

and this is something i will do for me.

those who want to be

will.

period.

yes.

i feel the need to say something to you.

no, dear love, i do not hate you.

you were there when i needed you and that is something i can never forget.

but we have grown.

i, into more of myself.

and you, into more of your own entity.

but we have grown possibly apart.

this doesn't mean my love for you has faded

nor does it make my longing for you any easier

but i cannot have you in the ways i wish

due to our roadblock named "distance"

sigh.

but as you enjoy your freedom of me

as you lavish in the world without my constant pessimistic voice

i know you have enjoyed our time apart.

thus i must admit,

in my growth, i have grown to enjoy my solitude

long days in my room

meditation

music

a pen

and pad.

i wont say i no longer need you

but i will confess that i will live without you if ever we shall part for good.

do not take this letter as a goodbye

or take its contents and confuse them with "he love me not"s.

for neither are the case. you have my heart. and my thoughts.

oh dear blog, how it pains me to say these words to you.

but, once again, i must bid thee adieu.

adieu.

-your once avid blogger.

pushed in a freezing pool of water.

i had a dream.

well two. 

1.i was in a horrible car accident. knocked off the highest level of a building and fell to what should have been my death. out of three people...only i lived.

i guess its interpretation could be how i live through  things far out of my control.

but.

2. i walked with who seemed to be a professor to some kind of meeting. we get there and it seemed like i was some sort of great mind that many listen to. so as we are leaving i realize how cold it is. freezing in the London town. so cold, in fact, that there are frozen puddles of water in the street. some of which aren't frozen solid but have large blocks of ice floating in them.

the british man i was walking with pushes me in one. but my heavy jackets and snowpants keep me from hypothermia. i look back at the man and he stands nude in front of me and jumps in.

our conversation begins.

i soon wake up having all the answers to the problems that troubled me.

i asked what might the subliminal message had been.

a friend told me that the dream was telling me to relinquish my need for security (my jacket).

there was nothing i could do after my push into the pool so why fight it.?

there is nothing i can do to undo my troubles in life...so why am i fighting.?

the words "cease struggle" replay in my mind.

i have. or will, rather.

somethings i want to happen more than likely wont.

things that i dont want to happen are definitely going to

and i cant control neither.

so i'm going to enjoy my dip into deathly waters.

and thus far, it looks like i'm gonna have to enjoy them alone.

change of p.o.v

i wake up every morning with the sun beaming on my face.

i reach out next to me, no one is there. my eyes open to the white brick wall in front of me.

check my phone. its still early, no text. no missed calls.

i roll over. my reflection stares back at me. our eyes meet.

its a sad story.

they're full of many emotions. 

the flame..the ambition that used to run me. the dancing fire that used to live in my eyes has died.

the unhappiness usually swells and festers for hours. i fall back asleep and wake up sometime after noon. i find a few "good mornings" and maybe a facebook message.

then, most of my day is spent in solitude. 

the night is spent the same. maybe a phone call here or there. 

but mostly, somber movies ease me to sleep.

all to wake up and do the same nothing all over again.

the point of this entry shares the same point of my life currently: none.

realism.

tarrance sits and recaps on a conversation with his bestfriend.

he recalls the hurtful but very true words of this ever wise and ever rational person.

"tarrance, you have to see things as they are. take your damn shades off and stop seeing the world in a darker tint BUT keep everything in perspective. realistically, most things wont go your way. realistically, people are going to hurt you, disappoint you, and kill you on the inside. you know this. so why the hell are you so surprised when it keeps happening.? records show where the majority of your pain comes from. records show that you keep opening yourself up to it. look, its ok to let people in. its ok to be human. but only a fool makes the same mistake multiple times. you're a fool. a damned fool at that. i'm not telling you to let anyone go. but i am telling you that if you keep certain people around, they will...i repeat, they WILL hurt you yet again. lets be frank here my nigga: if she wanted you like she says, she'd have you. if she loved you like she says, you wouldn't have to question it. and, simply put, things will clearly NEVER be as they once were. hell, you two probably wont get back together. so why set yourself up for the okedoke...again.? stop being a dumbass. wake up. she doesnt want you. period. stop being a pessimist with words and a optimist with actions. you're causing your own demise. remain netural, step back, analyze the situation and understand your position. you're the old anomaly in her fresh new life. you're old news to be tossed in the wind like a read newspaper. in the year of Obama, you're 9-11. still monumental but not to be dwelled upon. understand.?"

he understood.

so, yet again, he has undergone change. 

not for anyone but himself.

self preservation is his goal now. the virtue of selfishness as Ayn Rynd taught him.

and his mentality, neutral. 

how else is he to live.?

thus, he embarks on a journey of realism.

in other news, he has begun his book.

it was somewhat post-poned because he didnt know how it would end.

and now, sadly, he does.

it is a bittersweet occasion. he only hopes that his pain can translate into dollar signs.