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Friday, June 25, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Because You Asked
I pride myself on being a good listener and go out of my way to let the people I care about know that I'm there for them. I do this, because I know all to well what it's like to not have someone there for me when I need them. Not that it's entirely everybody elses selfishness or whatever their reasons for not being there. I'll be the fiirst to admit I'm infamous for keeping people at arm's length and that I don't let them in. But my reasons for that are for another time. This time and this blog are not about me...
This blog is the product of some very careful thinking on my part after a conversation I had with my little brother last night. I could've answered his questions right away, but I chose not to because what I tell him might affect the rest of his life. Any hasty half-ass advice could lead some very destructive consequences, and I've already caused enough destruction in my past for both of us, and I do not want to be responsible for any more if it can be avoided.
So below are the two questions I was asked and the answers that I have to give from the bottom of my heart.
I was asked: "How do I prove to her that I'm worth it? That I'm different than the other guys?"
And here is my reply:
My dear little brother. The questions that you have asked me are not as easy to answer as I thought they would be. Yet, at the same time, the answers are obvious. I'm drawing my answers to your questions from experiences in my own life. They may not be the right answers, but they are honest and from my heart.
Back in the day, a man proved his worth by going on a long quest or completing some danngerous assinine task. Now, all a man has to do to prove his worth is show a willingness to open his heart and to open his mind, and be willing to go beyond the norm and get down to the nitty gritty of the person whose heart you're trying to win. You have to be willing to stand by this person, and be willing to learn the pieces of them that are always below the surface and almost always out of reach. The pieces of them that are hard to take. Not an easy task if the person looks like Ghengis Khan when they're pissed at you. O_O
You have to think outside the box, think about things that you wouldn't normally think about. You have to be willing to put yourself out there to have your heart ripped out and stomped on, be willing to say you're sorry when you're really not just to make peace. Willing to give it your all and love with all your heart, knowing that you might get hurt and have your heart broken. Be willing to risk everything you have to be with this person, and to tell them you will. If they will.
You have to be willing to say "Be with me, and I promise I will love you until the goddamn stars burn out..." AND MEAN IT!!
Great love involves great risk!!
I could say more, but my little brother isn't dumb, and I'm fairly certain he'll figure out what he needs to do. Besides, he knows he's got a totally awesome big sis who will be here for him every step of the way. All he has to do is ask.
I love you bro. I hope this helps.
All my love,
Jack
This blog is the product of some very careful thinking on my part after a conversation I had with my little brother last night. I could've answered his questions right away, but I chose not to because what I tell him might affect the rest of his life. Any hasty half-ass advice could lead some very destructive consequences, and I've already caused enough destruction in my past for both of us, and I do not want to be responsible for any more if it can be avoided.
So below are the two questions I was asked and the answers that I have to give from the bottom of my heart.
I was asked: "How do I prove to her that I'm worth it? That I'm different than the other guys?"
And here is my reply:
My dear little brother. The questions that you have asked me are not as easy to answer as I thought they would be. Yet, at the same time, the answers are obvious. I'm drawing my answers to your questions from experiences in my own life. They may not be the right answers, but they are honest and from my heart.
Back in the day, a man proved his worth by going on a long quest or completing some danngerous assinine task. Now, all a man has to do to prove his worth is show a willingness to open his heart and to open his mind, and be willing to go beyond the norm and get down to the nitty gritty of the person whose heart you're trying to win. You have to be willing to stand by this person, and be willing to learn the pieces of them that are always below the surface and almost always out of reach. The pieces of them that are hard to take. Not an easy task if the person looks like Ghengis Khan when they're pissed at you. O_O
You have to think outside the box, think about things that you wouldn't normally think about. You have to be willing to put yourself out there to have your heart ripped out and stomped on, be willing to say you're sorry when you're really not just to make peace. Willing to give it your all and love with all your heart, knowing that you might get hurt and have your heart broken. Be willing to risk everything you have to be with this person, and to tell them you will. If they will.
You have to be willing to say "Be with me, and I promise I will love you until the goddamn stars burn out..." AND MEAN IT!!
Great love involves great risk!!
I could say more, but my little brother isn't dumb, and I'm fairly certain he'll figure out what he needs to do. Besides, he knows he's got a totally awesome big sis who will be here for him every step of the way. All he has to do is ask.
I love you bro. I hope this helps.
All my love,
Jack
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Letter Home From Summer Camp
Below is a classic example of what happens when boredom really sets in and I have nothing better to do with my time. It's a little twisted so if you don't have a sense of humor and can't take a joke, please don't read it.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Drew when it happened.
Oh yes, please call Drew's mother and tell her he is okay. He can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found Drew in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Ted got mad at Drew for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Drew said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn't hear him. Did you know that if you put petrol on a fire, the petrol will blow up?
The wet wood didn't burn, but one of our tents did and also some of our clothes. Charles is going to look pretty weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Ted can get the bus fixed. It wasn't his fault about the crash. The brakes worked okay when we left. Scoutmaster Ted said that with a bus that old, you have to expect something to break down. That's probably why he can't get insurance.
We think it's a neat bus. Scoutmaster Ted doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if its hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the roof. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until a policeman stopped and talked to us.
Scoutmaster Ted is a neat guy. Don't worry, he's a good driver. He's been teaching Joseph how to drive on the mountain roads where there aren't any cops. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.
This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out to the rapids. Scoutmaster Ted wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Drew was afraid he would sink because of his cast (it's concrete because we didn't have any plaster), so he let us take the canoe out. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood.
Scoutmaster Ted isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on the bus so we are trying hard not to cause him any trouble.
Guess what? We have all earned our first aid merit badges. When Chris dove into the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.
Art and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Ted said it was probably just food poisoning from the left-over chicken. He said he got sick that way with food he ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our Scoutmaster. He said he suure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time...By the way, what is a pedal-file?
I have to go now. We are going to town to post our letters and buy some more beer and ammo. Don't worry about me. I'm fine and tonight it's my turn to sleep in the Scoutmaster's tent.........
Your son,
Jack
Dear Mom and Dad,
Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Drew when it happened.
Oh yes, please call Drew's mother and tell her he is okay. He can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found Drew in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Ted got mad at Drew for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Drew said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn't hear him. Did you know that if you put petrol on a fire, the petrol will blow up?
The wet wood didn't burn, but one of our tents did and also some of our clothes. Charles is going to look pretty weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Ted can get the bus fixed. It wasn't his fault about the crash. The brakes worked okay when we left. Scoutmaster Ted said that with a bus that old, you have to expect something to break down. That's probably why he can't get insurance.
We think it's a neat bus. Scoutmaster Ted doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if its hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the roof. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until a policeman stopped and talked to us.
Scoutmaster Ted is a neat guy. Don't worry, he's a good driver. He's been teaching Joseph how to drive on the mountain roads where there aren't any cops. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.
This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out to the rapids. Scoutmaster Ted wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Drew was afraid he would sink because of his cast (it's concrete because we didn't have any plaster), so he let us take the canoe out. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood.
Scoutmaster Ted isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on the bus so we are trying hard not to cause him any trouble.
Guess what? We have all earned our first aid merit badges. When Chris dove into the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.
Art and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Ted said it was probably just food poisoning from the left-over chicken. He said he got sick that way with food he ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our Scoutmaster. He said he suure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time...By the way, what is a pedal-file?
I have to go now. We are going to town to post our letters and buy some more beer and ammo. Don't worry about me. I'm fine and tonight it's my turn to sleep in the Scoutmaster's tent.........
Your son,
Jack
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Is Honesty Really the Best Policy?
Thanks to a little voice whispering in my ear, I'm having severe second thoughts about being honest with people in regards to certain aspects of my life. Everybody says they don't care and nothing I say will make them run screaming into the night or change their opinion of me, but I find myself wondering more and more if that's really the truth.
Yes, there are a few people who know the some of the things about me that I feel are better left unsaid, and their knowing has changed nothing, but what about everyone else? What about the other people in my life that virtually know nothing about me? What will they say when they find out? And why do I even care so much??
I have a lot of secrets; mine as well as other people's. I've heard that you're only as sick as your secrets, so then the best thing for me to do to get "well" is to spill my guts, right?
I used to think that was the best thing for me to do. Now, I just don't know. I really don't know.
What do you all think? Is honesty really the best policy?
As always, I welcome your comments.
Yes, there are a few people who know the some of the things about me that I feel are better left unsaid, and their knowing has changed nothing, but what about everyone else? What about the other people in my life that virtually know nothing about me? What will they say when they find out? And why do I even care so much??
I have a lot of secrets; mine as well as other people's. I've heard that you're only as sick as your secrets, so then the best thing for me to do to get "well" is to spill my guts, right?
I used to think that was the best thing for me to do. Now, I just don't know. I really don't know.
What do you all think? Is honesty really the best policy?
As always, I welcome your comments.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Men: Please Read Before Proceeding
About 90% of my friends are men. For as far back as I can remember, its always been that way. And even though I've made it abundantly clear to my male friends that we are going to be nothing more than friends, men are still men, and they forget that fact and either ask me out (like one of my male friends just did today), or they forget their place with me.
So I decided something needed to be done about the forgetfulness of my male friends and educate them so they wouldn't be blindsided by my unique perspective.
Once upon a time, I had a sign with "rules" posted on my front door so that every man who entered my house would see them upon their arrival, and always have the sign as a reference guide in case they ever forgot.
So here they are, the "rules" that were posted on my front door.
1. Please don't talk to my breasts. You won't be meeting them.
2. If you want to control someone, sleep with your remote.
3. I always choose chocolate over men-always.
4. 51% love goddess 49% bitch
5. My sexual preference is NO.
6. My body is a temple...now get on your knees and pray.
7. It's not the size that counts, it's...No, wait, size does count.
8. Remember you horny piece of dirt, girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
9. Save your breath for your inflatable date.
10. Men are like hardwood floors, lay them right the first time and you can walk all over them forever.
So there you have it gentlemen. Please remember the above rules when speaking to me.
-Jack
So I decided something needed to be done about the forgetfulness of my male friends and educate them so they wouldn't be blindsided by my unique perspective.
Once upon a time, I had a sign with "rules" posted on my front door so that every man who entered my house would see them upon their arrival, and always have the sign as a reference guide in case they ever forgot.
So here they are, the "rules" that were posted on my front door.
1. Please don't talk to my breasts. You won't be meeting them.
2. If you want to control someone, sleep with your remote.
3. I always choose chocolate over men-always.
4. 51% love goddess 49% bitch
5. My sexual preference is NO.
6. My body is a temple...now get on your knees and pray.
7. It's not the size that counts, it's...No, wait, size does count.
8. Remember you horny piece of dirt, girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
9. Save your breath for your inflatable date.
10. Men are like hardwood floors, lay them right the first time and you can walk all over them forever.
So there you have it gentlemen. Please remember the above rules when speaking to me.
-Jack
Monday, June 7, 2010
If I leave you, I love you...
Someone once told me not to worry about the people in my past because there's a reason they didn't make it to your future. But what if you force someone out of your life? What if you go out of your way to find reasons to leave a person?
That's me. I'm a leaver. I've been known to disappear out of people's lives as quickly as I appeared in them. I get close to you, get under your skin and make it so that you have no choice but to love me. And then, just like that...I disappear.
Kinda weird, huh? Or not really? I don't know. I don't even know why I'm blogging about this. Or why I'm crying as I type this. Oh yeah, that's right. Him.
Some of you may know who him is. I haven't known him for very long, but in the short time I've known him...damn. I've opened up and let him in and we talk like we've known each other for years. He stimulates me on more than one level, and that is something that I haven't had happen to me in years. I've gone out of my comfort zone with him and worn my heart on my sleeve. I've taken risks I wouldn't normally take.
Awesome, wonderful, fantastic, right?
It should be. Instead, I'm getting ready to leave him and put him in my past. Why would I do something like this and ruin a perfectly good friendship? I know I'm making a huge mistake. I also know that he will read this blog and know what my leaving him means....
If I leave you, I love you.
That's me. I'm a leaver. I've been known to disappear out of people's lives as quickly as I appeared in them. I get close to you, get under your skin and make it so that you have no choice but to love me. And then, just like that...I disappear.
Kinda weird, huh? Or not really? I don't know. I don't even know why I'm blogging about this. Or why I'm crying as I type this. Oh yeah, that's right. Him.
Some of you may know who him is. I haven't known him for very long, but in the short time I've known him...damn. I've opened up and let him in and we talk like we've known each other for years. He stimulates me on more than one level, and that is something that I haven't had happen to me in years. I've gone out of my comfort zone with him and worn my heart on my sleeve. I've taken risks I wouldn't normally take.
Awesome, wonderful, fantastic, right?
It should be. Instead, I'm getting ready to leave him and put him in my past. Why would I do something like this and ruin a perfectly good friendship? I know I'm making a huge mistake. I also know that he will read this blog and know what my leaving him means....
If I leave you, I love you.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
I've been sitting here for like 10 minutes tryng to come up with a title for this blog. Then I thought, why do my blogs have to have titles? What's even more annoying is that since I've been sitting here wasting time on trying to come up with witty title, I've forgotten what I came here to write about. Fuckin A.D.D.
Oh yeah, I was gonna write about my fat ass...not.
I seem to be having trouble forming complete thoughts in my head. My thoughts feel kinda soggy and waterlogged, kind of like it's been raining in my head. Maybe it has been. I don't know what goes on in my head. All I can tell you is it sounds like 20 radio stations are all playing at the same time. Talk about annoying.
I have so much going through my head all the time that for the most part I can't keep track of all my thoughts most of the time. I find it hard to even concentrate during a conversation that I'm having with someone.
I hope this stops soon. I'm tired of people asking me if I'm ok or if something's wrong.
Oh yeah, I was gonna write about my fat ass...not.
I seem to be having trouble forming complete thoughts in my head. My thoughts feel kinda soggy and waterlogged, kind of like it's been raining in my head. Maybe it has been. I don't know what goes on in my head. All I can tell you is it sounds like 20 radio stations are all playing at the same time. Talk about annoying.
I have so much going through my head all the time that for the most part I can't keep track of all my thoughts most of the time. I find it hard to even concentrate during a conversation that I'm having with someone.
I hope this stops soon. I'm tired of people asking me if I'm ok or if something's wrong.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Getting Started
Well, I'm not really sure how I should start this. So maybe I should just start by introducing myself to those who happen to come across this blog that don't know me.
Hello, my name is Jacqueline, "Jack" (or any variation of spelling) for short, and I'm a recovering drug addict. I've been clean for a little over 9 months now, and am currently in the process of cleaning up the wreckage from my past. I have a mouth that can make a sailor blush (in more ways than one), I love pornography in all its forms and have this really bad habit of speaking my mind. I'm also sarcastic and have a smartass attitude. It's a natural defense against drama, stupidity and bullshit and I don't give a fuck if you're offended.
So if any of the above bothers anyone, please stop reading now and go back to wherever it is you came from. Please don't get in my face and tell me to watch my language, that you don't like what I'm saying or anything else like that. Not only do I not care, I do not want to hear it. This is MY blog, not yours. So if you don't like it, leave. I'm giving you to the count of 3 to do so.
1...2...3...
I see some of you are still here. Awesome. I'm looking forward to sharing pieces of myself with all of you.
Thanks for stiicking around. I'll blog to you all later.
-Jack
Hello, my name is Jacqueline, "Jack" (or any variation of spelling) for short, and I'm a recovering drug addict. I've been clean for a little over 9 months now, and am currently in the process of cleaning up the wreckage from my past. I have a mouth that can make a sailor blush (in more ways than one), I love pornography in all its forms and have this really bad habit of speaking my mind. I'm also sarcastic and have a smartass attitude. It's a natural defense against drama, stupidity and bullshit and I don't give a fuck if you're offended.
So if any of the above bothers anyone, please stop reading now and go back to wherever it is you came from. Please don't get in my face and tell me to watch my language, that you don't like what I'm saying or anything else like that. Not only do I not care, I do not want to hear it. This is MY blog, not yours. So if you don't like it, leave. I'm giving you to the count of 3 to do so.
1...2...3...
I see some of you are still here. Awesome. I'm looking forward to sharing pieces of myself with all of you.
Thanks for stiicking around. I'll blog to you all later.
-Jack
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