Nonsensical Seduction

Nobody is perfect. Be patient. Be empathetic. We all have our own insecurities and struggles and to not share these, putting up a feeble facade that will shatter the glass castle from the first rock thrown at it, is not the way to go. Share your pain as pain is universal. Share your love as love is universal. And, for the love of God, just don't be a dick. (If you need anymore cliches, hmu because I got this game on LOCK).

Whenever my curious non-running fat ass, good-for-nothing, gonna die of a heart attack at age 30... friends inquire about my love of running, the WHY, I always delve into this philosophical diatribe describing how the grind of running is applicable to all aspects of life. I must admit that when I was first asked this question, I carefully crafted an answer not out of the goodness of my heart but because of the insecurity that I wouldn't appear to be woke or intellectual. The longer I habitate (Autocorrect is telling me this is not a word, but I am woke and intellectual, so this is now a word) this boi (or chica, him/her/it, again I am WOKE) we call earth (I just thought I'd add another clarification to make this difficult to read because I am WOKE) (I cried myself to sleep last night to the tunes of my own voice because I hate myself so much) (Target is having a really good sale on AirPods right now which I highly recommend taking advantage of if you can financially justify suc...

My love language is words of affirmation, something that I ironically have not always loved about myself. I have viewed this as weakness: why do I always need to be told how sexy, kind, witty, intelligent, sexy, loyal, compassionate, sexy, courageousness, sexy, funny & sexy I am? Isn't it already obvious?? That was too easy, sorry. Anywho, me not accepting who I am led to utter chaos in how I valued myself. Subconsciously, I was in dire need of words of affirmation and without acceptance, this put all my self-worth in the hands of others. This insecurity manifested it's ugly head through gift-giving and encouragement (Because gift-giving and encouragement are succubus' that bleed the world dry of joy, I know, I know). Yes, you can make the argument that I was still bringing joy to others, but in reality I was just doing it to hear those delicious words of affirmation. The longer I went without my fix, my mind would start fidgeting; The high was getting weaker and we...

With a moth-eaten suit barely clinging to my body like unrequited love that so eagerly teases, I meander down this abyss of nothingness. As I continue, a discernible breeze caresses my skin triggering goosebumps ready for harvest: the most feeling I have had in weeks. I walk and walk as I know of nothing more. I notice the clouds quiescently drooping down towards the soil as if it was being driven by an octogenarian who's vision has abandoned her along with her three spawns that spent years plotting an escape from the oppressive North Korean-esque regime that plagued their childhood household. The earth's floor obediently gives way as endless walls erect out of the ground on both sides of the path. This is normal, right? I walk and walk as I know of nothing more. The octogenarian-driven cloud has finally kissed the dirt and finally my vision has forsaken me. Fog saturates the surroundings, conditions ripe for the Grim Reaper to prey. I walk and walk as I know nothing more, unti...

If you have been unfortunate enough to meet me, you know that I run. Like a lot. And I want to run more. In what started as a nice lil' hobby, my side chick persay who I took for granted in high school, blossomed into a fervent love affair that is now past the honeymoon stage, but going strong. I like structure in my life and running volunteered as tribute, becoming the vehicle towards such. I have employed running to show myself that I actually CAN be disciplined enough to stick to something long enough to reap the benefits. That I actually can be headstrong enough to will myself through adversity when life inevitably throws you off the edge of the 5,000 foot tall building because life is a suicidal dick sometimes. It's in the fall where you really learn who you really are. You initially flail uncontrollably like an octopus on molly at Coachella, but then reality smacks you in the face while you're soaring down in oblivion: you have to brace for impact. You accept the sit...

Have you ever dared to gaze gallantly into the stormy abyss that is the sea of tranquility and given it a good old fashioned middle finger? Have you aimlessly wandered through the obstreperous jungle that we call life to somehow find yourself on the top of the world, having reached maximum zen that has only been achieved by the most draconian of monks, only to look down on all those lost peasants beneath you and give them a good old fashioned middle finger? Have you ever stopped to realize that if it is only the most draconian of monks are truly the only ones to reach maximum zen that maybe zen isn't what you should be looking for? Anywho, if you are meta enough to connect to these on a deep, personal level, then we do not have much in common. Grab your homemade 20-hour steeped cold brew (Because your body is a temple and you wouldn't dare to fuel it with the monstrosity that is drip coffee that has 70% higher acidity comparably!!!) and gather round; It's time to get nonse...