My ghosting story.

So I got ghosted. Twice. By the same woman.

I’m a little bitter about this. But I learned from it. And it won’t happen again.

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A tired soul in a tired world.

I’m tired. Tired of a lot of the noise, garbage, and bullshit in this world. I need a change. I need new friends, a new job, and a much higher alcohol tolerance. Owning a bar would be nice as well.

I just don’t have it in the gas tank anymore. I exist and continue existing out of sheer inertia. I think I need a fresh start and perspective, but that’s not forthcoming.

Think I’ll hit the Burger King by my house later, grab a cup of coffee, and do some writing.

On Chester Bennington, music, and why this hurts so much.

I tried to make a YouTube video about this yesterday, but the volume on my cellphone (yes, that’s what I use) was giving me fits. Plus, as it turned out, I nearly went nuclear on this one colossal deformed orangutan of a “person” for popping off at the mouth, so I decided to wait until today to post this. Besides, my blog gets more views than my YouTube channel, so this will (hopefully) get to a wider audience.

The suicide of Chester Bennington has rocked the music world, this coming 2 months after, and on the birthday of, the death of Soundgarden frontman Chris Cornell. Bennington and Cornell were close friends, and Cornell’s death hit Bennington hard. For whatever his reason was (I’m not going to speculate), Bennington took his own life.

It’s a loss that further shows how very real, and tragic, depression and other mental illnesses are. Bennington was a gifted singer, with a range I can’t ever hope to come close to in all my karaoke attempts, and he had a lot of people who cared and loved him.

But more than that, the songs created by Linkin Park touched many people, especially those with pasts rooted in sadness. Bennington himself was sexually abused when he was younger, and the pain from that time reflects in a lot of their songs. That pain, genuine, pure, connected with many listeners (myself included) and led them to success in the music industry.

I’m not going to speculate why he did this. That’s pointless. What we need to do is recognize that mental illness is real, and that it KILLS. Part of that is people being afraid to reach out and get the help they need. That’s not acceptable in our society. No one should be afraid or embarrassed to get the help they need. It’s an indictment on our society, on us as humans, that we allow this to be the case. It has to end.

If you’re not well, if you need help, reach out to those closest to you. Talk to them. Tell them you need help. And for the rest of us, reach out to those you think are going through something. Sometimes, you have to extend your hand to get the ball rolling.

For those of you who need some further resources, here’s a partial list:

Suicide Prevention 800-273-8255
National Hopeline 800-784-2433
LGBT Hotline 800-843-4565
Runaway Safeline 800-786-2929

I’ve talked people down from the edge. I’ve pulled knives away from the arms of my friends. I’ve been half awake and talking to my friends to help them. You can help, and get those you care about the help they need. Don’t hesitate.

I live! And some random thoughts for you.

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaack. Did you miss me? Probably not. But it’s cool. I’ll let that slide. 🙂

So a few things on my mind on this hot as fuck July day here in NYC. The humidity is what’s really doing people in. Ugh, just ugh. Well, let’s get to the fun stuff.

I saw Spider-Man: Homecoming. Good movie. Tom Holland does a good job as young Peter. Michael Keaton was AWESOME as Vulture (even thought he was never called that). Bokeem Woodbine has always been a steadily good actor, and his role as Keaton’s second in command confirms this. Someone get him a feature part, or at least a co-star role in something with a budget.

And why was everyone bitching about Zendaya as MJ? I think she did a great job having been given a way too over the top emo character. Seriously, they really needed to tone that shit down. Less emo, more real emotion and she was set. And was Ned supposed to be Ned Leeds? Perhaps there’s a hint of a Hobgoblin appearance in a future movie. I’m down for that.

AND THAT CONEY ISLAND SCENE. YES! YES! YES!

Also watched the Power Rangers reboot movie. I normally don’t watch those things, since I hate reboots (Hollywood, gimme original material, FFS!), but it wasn’t too bad overall. But they did a huge disservice to Zordon by making him such a dick. -50 points for that. And the Rangers armor looked like bootleg Iron Man armor. Ug-ly.

The new Doctor has been announced, and it’s a woman. I lost track of Doctor Who before Season 11 really started, so I have no personal opinion on her casting. Let her talent determine her reception. But there are the fuckwits who are losing their tiny minds over the fact the new Doctor regenerated into a woman.

Really? Fucking REALLY? Here’s a show about time travel, aliens, vampires, semi-sentient phone booths, genocidal robots, statues that will kill you if you’re not looking at them, and a woman in love with a female fucking reptilian, and THIS is what you’re pissed about? Fuck outta here with that shit.

And there’s the other side, who think this doesn’t go far enough to give women a bigger role in tv. Yo, the Doctor’s archenemy is now a woman, the most recent companion was a black lesbian, and now we have a female Doctor. The fuck else do you want? Change takes time, and the show is already ahead of the curve. Hakuna your tatas and enjoy what’s being done. And yes, I’m looking at you, Anita Sarkeesian.

I’m also officially not buying Diablo 3 for PC anytime soon. Fuck you, Blizzard, for releasing untested, unfinished content for money and immediately having to patch it because you mental midgets don’t know how to playtest your shit. Learn how to debug your product, you blithering idiots.

I’ve kept up my writing, though now it’s being spread across 7 different stories at the moment. Yes, I can’t focus on any one of them, but I am writing, so that’s the more important part.

And my ability to focus on this is at an end, so I’ll catch y’all later.

A gripe about the world of clothing….

The old saying goes, “Clothes make the man.” Clothes don’t make the man, really, but being properly dressed can affect how people see you. It’s up to you to work on that via personality, conversation, etc. You know, all the stuff we increasingly don’t do because online conversation is now more common than face to face.

But I digress.

I think every guy has at least one suit in his closet. It’s just a necessity for us. Plus, when it’s properly maintained and we’re groomed, we look damn good in it. For a proper example of this, see Elijah Mikaelson from “The Originals.”

While we can buy suits off the rack and wear them, men prefer to get them tailored so they fit and look better. It makes sense. Suits are a monetary investment and we want to get the most out of them. Spending a little more cash to make sure it fits properly is a wise move.

With that in mind, I went to 2 locations not too far from my place to get suits. As I was there, I also inquired whether they make alterations. Both places said they do not.

What. The. FUCK?!?

How do you not make alterations? You sell suits, for fuck’s sake! No guy I know just wears them off the rack. It’s taboo among us to do that. Why would you not offer this basic service that will not only make your customers look good, but will also make you money and get you repeat business? Are you stupid or just blind? Or both?

I’m not going to buy a suit from you if you don’t do alterations. I can wait for you to do them. Whether it’s a day or a week, I’m fine with that. I can roll out of bed and be at your store, so that’s not an issue. But you lose business if you don’t do them, and I won’t spend my money at your store. I can go elsewhere, buy the suit and have them do the alterations.

I urge all men’s clothing stores, especially the ones that sell suits, to have a tailor on the payroll. Well-dressed customers become repeat customers. Don’t screw yourself out of money because you’re too cheap to have a tailor on-site.

If MGTOWs are retards, then Incels aren’t human.

Time for another rude post title! Which means I got some skewering to do.

Whilst I was contemplating lunch today (meatball parm hero, for the curious, and quite tasty), a friend of mine wrote about her first encounter with an Incel. I had precisely no idea what that was, but when there was a comparison made to the MGTOW bunch, I knew this was bad.

Incel is short for “Involuntary Celibate.” For whatever reason, these guys can’t get laid. Or get a girlfriend. Or even get women to talk to them. Why, I don’t really know. I don’t care about their reasons. I care about their actions.

As with the MGTOW bunch, if they just complained about their shitty luck, I wouldn’t mind them too much. Hey, not all of us have what it takes to get women (and I’ll include myself in that list for several periods in my life), or to keep a girlfriend.

But as with the MGTards (hey, I just coined a new phrase!), they go beyond that, advocating raping women, longing for the days when women “knew their place in the kitchen”, and so on. Some of these assholes scream from the roof tops that women who’ve slept with more than one guy should be banned from college. These neo-con Neanderthals just boggle my mind with their bullshit.

And the poster boy for this shit is a murderous moron named Elliot Rodger, who killed 7 people, himself included, in 2014 when he couldn’t get laid. Sadly, he didn’t have the sense to kill himself at home where he couldn’t hurt anyone else.

Did I say that out loud? Please note the lack of fucks I give. After all, I play Dungeons and Dragons, so the FBI already has me on their list. Hi Feds! Go fuck yourselves!

But back to the point. The incels, like the MGTards, are making it increasingly difficult for guys to meet and maintain relationships with women. Flat out, this is blatant and widespread douchebaggery on the part of my fellow men.

You assholes ARE the problem. And I only wish I could solve the problem that you are with the business end of a flamethrower. The world would be a better place. Fuck you all.

PS: The meatball parm hero was fucking delicious.

Some random thoughts while I go to make dinner…..

I have a follower! Hello, person from WordPress. Glad to see you find what I post interesting enough to want to know when I post more. I’m here very infrequently, so keep your eyes peeled. 🙂

On the subject of dinner, it’s going to be a loaded Nutribullet. Yes, David Wolfe is a fucking lunatic who talks out of his ass, but it’s the only way I can stomach veggies. And what I make is pretty tasty, so there’s that.

I’ve been writing quite a bit lately offline. Yes, I’m one of those crazy people that writes using pen and paper in addition to on a computer. I’m a legit fossil. 🙂 But when I look at what I’ve been writing, it’s been a big stack of wish fulfillment. It’s probably due to how rough things are for me at home, but that’s how things roll on occasion. It might change once things improve for me. We’ll see.

For a change of pace, I switched from Diablo 3 to Skyrim on my 360. I forgot how fun it was to play. The kill shots are a kick, and the aiming is fun, especially when you put an arrow in someone’s head. What, did you think I’d say knee? Come on, arrows to the knee are just so 2013…

I smell pizza. I had pizza yesterday, but the odor still lingers. Dammit, no pizza 2 days in a row! I gotta cut back on the carbs and cheese a little.

I follow politics a little, and I keep my responses on my Facebook page. This blog is more for the assorted other shit that pops into my head or needs to be said. Oh, don’t worry. Those who know me IRL and in other online areas know my take on things. I just need to keep this clear of that. Other things need to take priority.

Well, time to actually make dinner. Peace and chicken grease!