Monday, July 12, 2010

The love of a good Toy

Hello again,

I figured I would right this little blurb as a sort of sequel to my introduction.  Here I plan to talk about anything and everything in due turn.  It probably won't be in any particular order and may even skip around... a lot.  But bear with me, this little hobby I'm embarking on has only just begun.  I'll first off state, I'm no expert.  These are just my opinions.

I find a lot of things I stumble upon interesting, and very few people around me will listen to what I've found, so, hence this blog.  I figured it was the perfect way to show what I've stumbled across and to convey my thoughts on the matter.

With that in mind, I want to remind everyone to take everything here with a grain of salt.  Opinions are like noses (Or so I've been told), everyone has one.  And if you don't, you should probably see a doctor....  And yes, you may have to endure my bad jokes.

So, with a reminder to take everything lightly, and my failed joke complete, let's move on...

Life.  The hustle and bustle of balancing home life, with work, the money you make there with the madness that comes with it.  The kids that need the right amount of loving attention to grow up favorably, but with a light but precise amount of discipline to keep them from straying to far in either direction.  Bills that never end, even though your money seems to.  Each day, everything seems to burn down to the embers, and you finally get a chance to watch a little bit of TV, or maybe read a book, or just mimic a vegetable for a while, hoping that maybe if you don't move, you'll blend into the background and the kids wont see you and you wont have to get up.  This time it worked, and you get to go to sleep and relax the days pain away.  Then, like an evil stinky fart that lingers around way to long, as if it follows you, you wake up, and realize this same process must be repeated...

You've been told to work hard.  To put your nose to the grindstone and buck-up, everything will pay off eventually.  But the years seem to pass and nothing seems to change, except your wallet size.  You've become exhausted over these years that seem to fly by so fast and rob you of quality time, with your family, with your friends, with your favorite squeaky toy that no one knows you take baths with.  All of it.  Then one night, as the stress begins to well, you wonder to yourself, "Is this how it's really supposed to be?".  Your stress begins to turn to depression, and you feel like you've fallen into a hole without knowing it that you can't seem to get out of. 

(Damn, this is beginning to look like the beginning to some pitch page.  But no worries, I have nothing to sell you.....  yet...MWHAHAHAHA.    Sorry, had to break the tension)

One day, you manage to catch your son looking up porn on the internet.  After the awkwardness of the situation passes and he flees to his room full of embarrassment, exclaiming how you ruined his life, you get on the internet.  Out of boredom you begin cruising around while you think up something to say to your son about what just happened.   A pesky pop-up, pops up promoting a self-help book, out of curiosity you click on the ad and look at the book in more detail.  It tells you the that the book covers many areas of peoples where they've lost control and how you can take back that power you've lost.  The ability to change the most important things in your life, like how to be happy, and let go of stress.  Being to cheap to actually buy the book, instead, you begin looking around the internet for the answers.

What started out as curiosity, eventually became a hobby, as you would nightly cruise the internet for answers.  But those answers led you to new questions and the answers to those questions led you to new topics.  The next thing you know, the world has been tipped upside down.  Everything you once thought was true and set in stone, is now being questioned.  This world, this rat race is all apart of the plan.  You find there is so much more then what is being told to you.  That this world is far more mysterious and beautiful and exotic and magical then was originally believed.  You begin to find some freedom in this knowledge, some sense of purpose.  The lies, the secrets, the conspiracies, the unknown, and unexplained, the power everyone has but was hidden from us, all if it.  Suddenly you realize, this rat race, this society, this, everything is...

All apart of the plan!

(Cue Joker Laugh)
 

Ok so the story above may be a bit over dramatized, but i thought it was good.

Just to clarify, the character in the story is fictional, I only used the word "you" cause I couldn't think of a name, nor a gender to be honest.  I mean, it's to hard to think of a name like, Susan, or Mary, or Bill, or John  (Depending on the gender I decided on)

I guess we'll see what he/she/it found in the coming posts...

Will he/she/it find the truth about Aliens?!  Or about who is behind the all the Conspiracies?!  And for the love of god, will she/he/it ever find time to spend with her beloved Squeaky!!!!

The answers will shock you....

Till next time guys,
 Later!

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