Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Drum

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It beats like a soft buzzing drum.

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It plays in my head 'till I'm numb.

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I forgot why I tried.
I forget why I'm here.
I forget all my plans and just close my eyes for one more second
Trying to drown out the sounds of the drum.

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My heart beats with the echoing, marching feet.

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Darkness takes me for just one more week
Depression doesn't care what's due by the weekend
Depression pays no attention to what time your shift begins.
It just plays on repeat...over and over again.

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It's selfish
Just like me!
It's all my fault...
SHUT UP! I'm trying to think!
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Why am I so lazy?
Snap out of it!

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Just grow up.
Stop procrastinating.

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You're wasting your life!
One minute at a time

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What was I saying again?
Sometimes I forget.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

I am not (just) a woman.

I am a person.
I am a human being. 
I have thoughts
Abilities
Values
Talents
Skills
Rights.

I am so much more than a rating from 1-10
I am so much more than a number on a scale, or a size on a clothing label.
I am so much more than the latest trend.
I am more than a thigh gap.
Puckered lips
Perfect hips
I am not this.

I am complete.
I don't need anyone to tell me i'm pretty.
I don't need your sympathy
Your backhanded compliments
Sealed tightly with a hidden dose of your arbitrary standards of beauty.
I don't need you to define me.
I don't need for you to fight for me
Or against me
Just so you can re-affirm your fragile masculinity.
I want you to stand with me.
In solidarity.

I am not weak.
I am not a little girl.
I am a woman.
no.
I am not just a woman, I am a human.
I am not just a substitute when no one else will fill in.
I don't need a knight in shining armor to sweep me off my feet.
I'm already flying on my own!
If you want to...you can fly with me.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

A moment without you.

I woke up today and you were gone.
Something made me lighter,
Like I was wide awake for the first time.
I could finally feel myself breathing
My heart beating.
I finally had a reason
All because you're gone.

I don't know if you'll return, but just know that you're not welcome now.
I can breathe now that you're gone.
I can make it!
I can do this
If you promise that you'll never come back.
I conquered death.
No, it was a miracle.
Only something supernatural could have given me the power,
Only God could have granted my wish
You're gone now.
Farewell and good riddance.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Here

My inhibitions left at your feet
You took the fear right out of me.
You gave me life when I couldn't breathe
My darling.

You took away my superstitions
Rescued me from blind submission.
You set me free
My darling,
You rescued me my darling dear.

Captivate me in your warmth
Rapture my soul in your storm.
Set me on fire
Put me at ease
Set me free.
Set me free my darling dear.

Resurrect me, I'm dead inside
Take my innocence
Bring me to life.
I've been hurt so many times
But I am healed in your eyes.

So cover me in all your pain.
Let me carry all your shame.
Put my soul through hellish flames,
But I'll be here.

I'll be here my darling.
I'll still be here my darling dear.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Are you "that" customer?


Do you drop things in the local grocery store and pretend that it didn't happen?

Do you throw your food in the cashier's face when you're missing a pickle?
   
Do you pull out 5 feet from the drive thru window just so you can see the teens who serve you       half-jump out the window to give you your change?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, congratulations! you're "that customer". You probably have a nickname like "the mystery pooper" or "pickle patrol", and yes, a fast food worker has probably spit in your burrito and called it "mystery sauce".
Before everyone freaks out I would like to re-affirm that I LOVE customer service and I love serving people regardless of whether they have had a bad day, but I have watched far too many low-pay and part time workers being abused and disrespected to believe that "the customer is always right".

OF COURSE THE CUSTOMER IS RIGHT! If paying customers have a problem with whatever I'm selling, I will do my best to satisfy them, but I will never allow verbal, physical or sexual harassment from anyone under any circumstance regardless of how much business you provide. This article is lighthearted, and I understand most of the things I complain about here...in fact I have been some of these customer tropes (I broke a candle at the dollar tree when I was 9, but I had no money so I hid it and left the store like nothing happened).

So as long as you don't break the law or harass me, you can be as awful to me as you want, but if you want to make my day, here are a few tips.

-DON'T LEAVE YOUR PUBES ON THE MEN'S TOILET SEAT. (you know who you are.)
this rule also applies to aiming, wiping, cleaning up after yourself, flushing, and not leaving sh*t on the walls or door handles. I'm just being honest here; I've been covered in far too many bodily fluids and I would love it if you maybe...next time...wipe it up.

-Don't throw burgers in the cashier's face if your order is wrong. Your order could have been messed up in the kitchen, in bagging, or by the cashier, but some of us don't appreciate meat being shoved in our faces...I'm a vegetarian man.

-Pick up your messes. This one is just a suggestion. If you are short on time or can't do it, I'll clean up happily! If you want to make me love you forever though, help me pick up the mess on isle 4. Seeing customers do things like this brightens my day and reminds me that there are truly good and caring people out there.

-Don't EVER ask me to come home with you, ask for sexual favors, touch me ANYWHERE, or try to come on to me. I am trying to do my job. Compliments are totally cool and I love it when people tell me that they like my hair, but I didn't sign up to be objectified or the topic of conversation, laughter, teasing or bullying based on my appearance.

PRO TIP: If you want to make me smile, beat me to the punch! I always feel lighter when a customer tells me to "have a good morning" before I get the chance.

I want to have a good relationship with you as a consumer, and I will do everything I can to make that happen, but if you poop on the walls, it's going to be hard for me to shake your hand.
   

I Can't Take It Anymore.


     5pm. My car awkwardly parked in my driveway, important documents scattered everywhere. I sat screaming, crying hysterically and sat in a state of panic until I could breathe again...

      I moved out a week after turning 18, with nothing but a $300 car, $40 cash, a flip phone with a few minutes, some clothes, my video equipment and a guitar I've had since I was 11, and a couch to crash on. I am lucky enough to be living with my sister for 9 months until college starts, but after that, I'm going to be on my own. I landed a part time job and a full time job with benefits in the first two weeks I arrived, and in that respect I am very lucky, but I've been living on 47 cents for way. too. long. See, due to circumstances I can't control, I was unable to get a bank account, savings account, driver's license, ID, employment (aside from McDonald's), or any of the things people should have in line by age 17. So, how does this have anything to do with the current panic attack?


     I just spent all of yesterday taking the driver's test (and passing by a very thin margin), trying to work with the DMV (TERRIBLE) and working until midnight on 4 hours of sleep. This morning I woke up 4 hours and 30 minutes later to go to work, drive to the insurance agency to set up a plan (I got lost and it took 3 hours to find), register my car, deposit some cash, get health insurance, set up a doctor's appointment, and go shopping. I only got through the car insurance...and when I went to buy my groceries, MY DEBIT CARD WAS FRICKING MISSING! The cashier sighed as I tried desperately to keep from breaking down in tears in the middle of the store. I needed to look like I knew what I was doing. I always do. I cancelled my card only to remember that I can't get my car registered for 3 more days, I need to get a new debit card but I can't drive an unregistered vehicle, and I'm stuck at home all weekend because I'm an idiot who screws everything up all of the time. So, flash forward to the freak out. I pulled in my driveway and immediately started rampaging every surface of my car, wallet, backpack, house, fridge, and all over again while screaming unspeakable things and simultaneously praying for a miracle.

     Rationally, I knew that if it was truly gone, I could always cancel it, get a new one, and wait a few more days to finish my errands, but inside I couldn't stand the thought of being seen as a clueless screw up kid who shouldn't be allowed to function in the world. I know that I need to go through difficult things as a part of growing up and that I should embrace long DMV lines, heavy traffic, lost debit cards, insurance agencies, and three hour drives through places I've never been before with no form of GPS other than the directions of some stranger at the gas station, but I just can't adult right now. I can't do this. I just want to crawl into my room, shut the door and starve to death while binge watching YouTube videos and never worrying about insurance again.

     I can't take it anymore. I don't want to be an adult...so now I'm making chia seed chocolate cupcakes (lacto-vegitarian!!! eyyy), I took a long shower, and I'm going to binge watch random documentaries on Netflix for the next few hours. I need to just stop. I may not be able to choose between mutual funds or managing my own investments, or even who I'm going to vote for, but I can certainly choose between pink or blue nail polish tonight... and tonight, that's all that matters.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Our secret

When I first saw you yesterday, you looked...familiar.
Something drew me closer.
When you entered the room your brought with you something...different.
Something out of place.

I recognized you by your sign.
The secret you wear on your face.

You know, the one you think no one notices?
I see it, because I wear it too.
We are family.
I don't know how, but something secret is shared between me and you.

When our eyes meet, I know you feel the same thing.
This is our secret exchange.
No one else knows.
Our secret is safe.