Signs

Some days we just lock out and run through our days like nothing else on the planet could possibly be going on. Well I know I do. It isn't as if we become inconsiderate or do not notice people or things, it just becomes a day/week/month where we start chipping away at the small things in life. The hard part is those little bastards all start to add up.

At some point we may come around and realize just how much time has been run down and time is the only thing we will spend and never really save. We all have different reactions once we come around. I know I started just looking at things, some times recognizing possibilities and signs. Signs within myself and at times within others. Over all I am good at catching patterns, in people and in my surroundings. I can tune in and out sometimes with ease others with a hammer but I will catch the wave eventually.

Lately I have been asking for a signs, looking for something to give me a direction. I suck at picking directions. I fight everything, every. god. damn. thing. I fight for the sake of fighting, and when I am not fighting I am being cavil. I have found myself working to keeping it in line which means more silence. I will not lie the sheer volume of noise in my brain is overwhelming. The sad part it is, that it is just that. Noise, unending, unyielding, rubbish. Don't get me wrong if you aren't the type to feel umbrage quickly and aren't too prudish I can be fairly entertaining. Where was I (see noise it flows freely) oh yes, asking for signs...

Signs are things that just seem to reoccur until we get the hint unless we are lucky enough to have someone just peg us on the damn head. I had that happen today. I was focused on having something show up to give me an outlet or just a direction. I suck at picking directions but give me a destination and I will get there no problems. OK, some problems but probably because I stopped to stare at a bird, dig in the dirt, help someone move and then remembered that I had a purpose. (much like me writing these) So, yes I had a lovely sign but my dumb ass did the complete opposite of what is my nature. Well no it was completely natural. I got my sign/direction and then either from being fearful or subconsciously cavil I asked for directions... (face palm) I have to remember that there are times and places that when you need to ask for directions you haven't earned your place yet. So I am going to plan this out and find a way of making it work. Maybe I will be granted enough grace to be featured.

Who knows. Wish me luck and sacrifice a goat...

(I was so tempted to just stick Ace of Base's "I saw the sign" as a link but no. If you want take your silly ass to youtube and play it.)

Day 9... the end.

This piece Titled "Nobody Weird Like Me" by graffiti artist Levi C. Which to me is obviously heavily influenced by Magrittes "The Son of Man"

I have stared at this for hours, countless hours, for several years, probably a decade or more. So the hours and minutes that I have spent with this image are immense. There is a lot that I identify with here or I believe is there. Solid lines, bleeding edges, the desire to opt out to remove the "visible invisible" so to speak. Possibly a journey to self acceptance, maybe the inevitable sensation that complete self expression brings only suffering.

I am supposed to tell you why this image defines my life right now. I can only tell you how this image has always defined my life.

With a few tweaks there is something I would like to do. Which is to have this turned in to an "art brut" styled tattoo.

Any way back to my point. (Yes, I eventually have them. No really I promise if you don't see it, have your friends read this. Then discuss and then comment. Not really a shameless plug. I know none of you are real.) The bowler and suit, at one time a sign of an accomplished man. To be dressed well and have places to go. I used to never make an attempt at getting all dressed up and I had every where to be. Now I make the attempt and no place to go. Isn't that just a wonderful reversal of fortune.

The suit and tie, with a gun to my head... although it feels like a noose over my shoulder as I stroll into work. A non corporate identity being smashed into a perfectly square box. I won't leave because I am afraid, so I can take fear but don't give me insecurity. I have more than enough of that. (as if you couldn't tell)

The apple, hinting at religion? Just a convenient use of the fruit bowl? The concept that no matter the flavor we must contend with the pit; especially since apple seeds are toxic to the human system. Not that it is so large as to kill us but it exists.  Does the old parable over shadow who we really are or what we become? I think about this often.

Black and grey with only the most outlandish red tie. Simple, forward no nonsense then the blasted vision of passion. Of love and adventure worn brightly on his chest like a badge. Telling you this is me at my core and I am still too weak to follow through.

The gun here appears to be firmly placed at his head. I have always thought and constantly correct myself that it isn't meant to destroy the apple. Not that I have anything against religion. It is more the destruction of what prevents you from facing your existence and changing it. That apple while a great advantage and protection from many things is still a hindrance.

Finally Day 9 (OK half of 9. 4.5?)

Is this cheating probably since it is more of a caption than it is an image? It is so simple and as a practice, I have been spending more time choosing my words carefully and being mindful of their intent. I used to be that person who you couldn’t say “Hello” to without me plotting the inflection points and the pitch with which you said it. To determine the 13 or 14 possible meanings behind “Hello”, hell I still do it. The only difference is I do not spend my time obsessing over it with everyone. Now I reserve that instinct for the people who have a track record that would require it.

This is much more difficult to turn off than it may seem. I used to spend a million thoughts trying to please and find the perfect pitch for something and someone. I would sit and wrestle with it and what I knew of the person. So much time spent and effort exerted to be perfectly amiable and accepting for them and myself. In other words I tried too damn hard. I still do when I think someone is worth it. It is second nature really, to do those things.

Except it isn’t so much about them it is about myself, I self define by work. How I work, not so much what I do is where it comes from. I am amazed that people can completely skip the effort it takes to properly communicate in society today. There was a skill an art to speaking, conversation, courting and plain expression. We have become so informal that even expressing something simple and respectful of each other; has turned into another Ferris Wheel of lights and buzzers, just so that the person across from you can even see that it means something. Granted I am on the lyrical sometimes poetic part of verse with my words. I like to think that there isn’t a whole lot of room for interpretation if you are reading it through and thinking about it. That is the problem though a lot of us don’t, we start reading something and some gremlin, some version of self doubt or some old scar just starts to hurt. Which means we go from “OK let’s see what this is” to “Oh hell no! This MoFO!”

Even when I shoot from the gut I am telling the truth now. Although shooting from the gut makes me much more open to compromise. So it is good thing? (It must be that whole, “still trying to please people” aspect.) This is the thing we are all dealing with, life in our boxes and the shit we keep in our boxes is just that, shit. The worst part is that there are different kinds! Some runny, some thick, some of it just slick meanwhile it just coats everything. The good, the bad, the indifferent, so the good becomes either indifferent or slides all the way to bad when we are not mindful. The Indifferent may stay, just smelly and indifferent but it makes you uncomfortable. The bad, now the bad when becomes covered in the rest of that other crap it becomes horrid.

I'd like to think that a lot of people say exactly what they mean but it is more than my suspicion that prevents me from believing it. In the end none of us really know a damn thing about the person across from us. It boils down to how much we want and are able to care for them. So it is about caring caring about them about ourselves. Ultimately caring about expressing ourselves to that person. Realizing that they meant what they said one minute and knowing how to interpret what they are not saying the next.

I just hope it gets better for all of us. That we get better for ourselves.

Challenge day 10 >.>

Since I suck I will just jump to day ten, and give you a confession. I will post day 9 once I find the words.

Seriously the images are easy but explaining myself takes serious effort. Even though I rarely do explain myself this is my honest place. So I search for words with care and some weird obsessive love like anyone is reading this. Correction I write this like they are reading this. Sometimes.

So the confession is this,  no matter the person you've met, no matter how often you've seen me and know me. Some place deep down it's a Lie, but I'm ok with that; because we are all lying to each other. It keeps our weird out of touch society going. Some day we'll all come undone and not lie or hide a damn thing and I'll light up my last smoke and burn with it.

It's gonna be beautiful.

Challenge

Seriously still loading day 9

Day 9 Loa....

Still loading images please stand around maybe poke your nose  or what ever.

Day 7

4 turn offs.... Just 4?

Bad table manners.

Lazy dressers ( no sweats in public and Jesus fuck no uggs unless it's snowing. If you're cold eat some damn spinach.)

Bad communicators

The silent treatment.