Saturday, April 16, 2011

On Loneliness...

On Loneliness...

by Adam Littlefield on Thursday, February 3, 2011 at 5:02am



     The Universe at work... So I sat down here after a long-distance talk with one of my very best girls. She's having a rough time of it and needed to vent. We didn't discuss our love lives, or lack thereof, but a hefty portion of our talk centered on what I deemed at its root loneliness, loneliness and uncertainty about the future. I mainly listened and stuck my two-cents in at appropriate times, but she made me realize that I was feeling a little loneliness today myself. Once a week or so, I'll have this tense, restless feeling where I feel like I should be doing something, saying something. It rarely lasts more than a day any more, because I have begun to figure out what I need to do or say to fix it, at least temporarily. Truthfully, it most always involves getting something off of my chest, whether it be to a person, to everyone, to myself. But yeah, I feel like the root of these feelings is loneliness.

     I have known times of deep, steaming loneliness... We all have. It's only occasional for me now because I have some great people in my life who I know I truly love and truly love me back. And I have gotten way better at dealing with it, knowing the things I need to do to keep myself on an even keel, which as stated usually involves typing something to someone. But you can't deal with something you won't acknowledge. I talked in an earlier entry about the fact that in your quest for answers in life, it helps a shitload to know the questions... So maybe we should all ask ourselves if we're lonely, and if so, why? What's missing?

     Of course, the most common missing element is a significant other. For some, it can even be a non-significant other, or several non-significant others. The gaps are spackled with all sorts of shit; sex, drugs, booze, clothes, food, big-screen TVs, etc... There is nothing wrong with the spackle, we all do what and how we do to get by. But as someone who has never really had an official significant other, I can tell you that it's really easy to end up with more spackle than there is wall... Did I take the spackle thing a little too far??... Either way man, at the end of the day, it's all you. You can have people in your life that enrich it, including significant others. Of course I want a strong woman who will stand by me and put up with my passive-aggressive, self-entitled bullshit and love every minute of it because I put up with all of her bullshit too. I used to think I wanted someone who made me a better person, but guess what? Only we can make ourselves better people... And only we can choose not to be lonely, because we have ourselves, and when that's good enough, everything else will be goddamned peachy...

    So my original thought about the Universe at work came from my realization that it's okay to feel lonely as long as you find better ways of dealing with it... Right before I started this, I came across a Temple of the Dog  reference in my newsfeed. That full album is still my favorite of the 90s, and that list is long. I immediately thought of the song Call me a Dog, and realized that it fit perfectly with my mood today, and the hour-long phone call I had literally just hung up from...

     Things are very synchronicitous for me right now, and they can be for you if you're paying attention.. A month ago today, I cut my nappy hair, quit biting my fingernails, and started writing every day... That is my mission right now, and I choose to accept it... We hit walls all the time, but each time it gets easier to avoid them...

 If you need a change, take it, make it...

 Walk your path in the moment, and follow the signs, wherever they lead...

Good day to you, people
~Boombalias




Early-morning finger exercise...

Early-morning finger exercise...

by Adam Littlefield on Tuesday, February 1, 2011 at 5:39am


     So I found a lengthy quote in my Newsfeed a few minutes ago, and since every attempt at typing on either of the two works I have in progress has proved fruitless once again today, I figured I'd pontificate on someone elses shit for a few minutes... I figure it's the Universe at work, because the quote was a scan of a piece of paper with the words typed on it, and several people were tagged in the picture... So some surfer I met in a bar in Costa Rica was tagged in this picture, and the only reason I clicked on it was because it was clearly just itty-bitty lines of text and I wanted to see what they said... I read it, and it struck a powerful chord, because it has to do a lot with how I've been been feeling lately... I feel empowered, and there are many kinks to be worked out, but my fingers moving on these keys with some sort of regularity is the beginning of my letting my own light fully shine... I know it just as sure as I know that when I looked at the name of the person who tagged my once-met-Costa-Rican-surfer-friend, his name was Kelvin, which is also the name of my favorite attorney-wingman-co-pilot, and not a common name at that... Small things, but the Universe at work, regardless... It's all around when you start to see it, and we must sometimes take unconventional routes or blather on mumbo-jumbo-style to keep it all moving along... So here comes my little inspiration for the day...

Know your self... Be your self...

Happy Snow Day, people...
~Boombalias

     " Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others..." *

*Quote attributed to Nelson Mandela, but according to several websites, falsely so. So he either wrote it, or this health-and-wellness/spirituality writer Marianne Williamson did... Kinda like that music video from the 90s commonly mis-attributed to Kurt Vonnegut, but actually wirtten by some chick from Philly, or something... Doesn't matter, the words is the words, and they's good words...



Rant it Out...

Rant it Out...

by Adam Littlefield on Monday, January 31, 2011 at 4:51am




     So there's not much happening in Quincy's world today, he's kinda stuck... It might have something to do with my brain still feeling fairly mooshy from SatUrday night, an excessive end to a fabulasticular weekend; that and the fact that I keep going off on tangents and losing my scope. I've never attempted to write short stories before, and in turn have never been instructed on their structure or what not, so I'm having trouble figuring out how deep to delve in to things that need mentioned in one story, but are actually stories all their own. I find myself actually mentioning that something-or-other is a story for another time, and then writing four paragraphs on the subject anyway... And don't get me started on dialogue, what a clusterfuck that is... When I'm writing like this, it's essentially all dialogue, just me, talking to you; so writing in the third-person and trying to decide who says what, when,  is blowing my fucking mind... In the story I'm presently working on, there are roughly 3500 words and barely a line of dialogue, and that shit's not gonna fly, so I gotta figure it out... So in lieu of trying to deicde how deep to get in to the details of Quincy's first dysfunctional love, which is only partially pertinent to this particular story, I decided my writing for the day would be to rant it out... I think it's good, and I feel a little stuck, but not the least bit discouraged...





     I must say that I feel fucking great... As January comes to a close, I know that good things are coming, and that my life and the people in it are good. And I am not the only one, other people are feeling it too in their respective plights and travels and such. And if you're not, you can be, all you have to do is make the decision, know  it... If you start to feel stuck, rant it out, chico, and be done with it, and keep on with it...

 Good day to you, people...


 ~Boombalias







On Quiz shows...

On Quiz shows...

by Adam Littlefield on Thursday, January 27, 2011 at 1:14pm


     An Alex Trebek thread in my Newsfeed today brought this oldie to mind... It also made me peruse several old Myspace Blogs that are just as pertinent and relevant to my situation, for the most part, as they were when I wrote them... Fair warning, as I am writing new stuff, said entries may find their way in to this forum, just to continue building this body of work and re-examining the issues that plague and bless me continually through the years... Also, fun little factoid: This entry is classified in the halls of my mind, as my first piece of writing to ever technically, round-aboutly, eventually, get me ass... You're welcome... Happy Thursday...


Jul 26, 2006

     Mannnn, I'm watching this World Series of Pop Culture on VH1... How the hell could I have not known about this? I literally missed like four questions for the whole hour long show... I mean, what better forum to showcase the fruits of my indolent labors is there? I'm super pissed that myself and two other fat, lazy fucks aren't up on that stage going after 250k... You even get to pick which fat, lazy fuck is best suited for each category... Put me with the right two people and we be breezin' through that shit yo... It's probably a different story standing up there with all those lights and cameras all up in your face and what not... No doubt I'd be sweating like a whore in church, but hot damn it'd be fun, and think of all the respect you'd garner by being King of the Founts of Useless Knowledge... Uhh yeah... Okay, so maybe I'll just continue to play quietly from home and wish I knew enough about Shakespeare and classical music and a bajillion other shit categories to go on Jeopardy... Now there's a show... I mean, anyone can get a couple batches of nice questions and stay on there for two or three days, make a nice chunk o' change, and be outta there and in high standing with all their intellectual friends... I've had plenty of days where I'd have been in contention heading into final jeopardy, but just as many days where I'd have looked like a total fucking idiot... Which is why Ken Jennings is a ridiculous pimp... 74 times this guy won... Over 3 million dollars, jack... Ridiculous... The mofo knew about literally everything, had huge balls too, wasn't afraid to gamble... Okay, I have no idea why the fuck I just rambled about the world series of pop culture and Ken Jennings, or what redeeming value it might have to anyone who reads it...What can I say, I was bored, I started typing....Here ya go...
 ~Boombalias

Burrrrrrrrrrp... Oooh, that was a good one...

Burrrrrrrrrrp... Oooh, that was a good one...

by Adam Littlefield on Tuesday, January 25, 2011 at 8:07pm

      Mmmm, patty melts... Sad story, I had no bacon, but I substituted with my new favorite burger topping, a fried egg... It is splendiferous... Crispy thin-fried burger, cheese, caramelized onions, and the egg fried and then mashed up and spread between the burger, cheese and top bread, all fried up like a toasted cheese?? Oh yeah, I'm serious... I'm sure the whole sandwich was about three-thousand calories or so, but you know you want one... Well, I can think of a few of you that don't, but you're outnumbered...

     Of all the things I cook, patty melts were my old man's very favorite... I thought really hard, and I really don't think I"ve made one since he died... I have no idea why. I didn't make a secret pact with myself to never make a patty melt again or anything. It just sorta shook out that way... And I also don't think he ever knew the sheer joy of a fried egg on a burger. It totally got me warm in the shorts... The egg on the burger part, that is...

     Life is good, people... Don't feel it... Don't hope it... Know it...

Good day to you
~Boombalias

Champagne Taste on a Beer Budget...

Champagne Taste on a Beer Budget...

by Adam Littlefield on Saturday, September 4, 2010 at 7:59pm






So I've been wanting to write something lately, well, and at different times in other entries, about all of us single 20-and-30-somethings and the way we all treat eachother... This is a broad and general topic that of course seeps in to and is pertinent to all other aspects of our lives. It can not be whittled down in to just a few paragraphs, but I was thinking about something I wrote years ago, an un-finished rant of sorts, that might be a good lead-in to a possible string of entries. It follows along with versions of the same conversation I have lately had with at least a dozen people... This was written at a very tumultuous point in my life where I was actively pursuing the removal of my head from my ass once and for all. And during the following months, it looked like I might actually do it, but here I am nearly eight years later struggling with the same shit... So here goes... As stated, it is quite rough and was never finished, and speaks more on the generality of this life so many of us are living, but it feels like as good a place to start as any...





10-7-02





Champagne taste on a beer budget... That's what grandpa Chuck used to say. It's odd looking on it now, the way I always had, yet not quite ever did fathom the reality of that statement. Chuck was a sharp dresser. He liked jewelry and slicking his hair back. He liked to look like he had money. He walked it and talked it. Hell, I didn't even know him til he was in his 70s, and I still sat in awe through the most of my teens at the totality and smoothality of his swagger (especially knowing as I got older that he didn't really have much, but he made what he had work for him in a spectacular way) . My old man is(was) the third-to-last of eleven kids spanning three wives and four decades. Ol' Chuck liked to get around, and get around while he got around, I'm told. He was a lover of wine, women and song, so-to-speak. Which brings me back to my original thoughts this morning...





Champagne taste on a beer budget. It's a catch-22. The beer budget is inevitably due to the love of the "Beer". The "Beer" comes in all shapes and sizes. And more and more, it would seem that we all have a taste for champagne. This, too, is a broad area to be sure, because the champagne comes in various forms as well.





Is anyone happy?


Is anyone satisfied??


I guess the answer is yes.


People get satisfaction from being dissatisfied.


People get happiness from being unhappy.


We're all sick fucks.


Could we please complicate things more?





I dunno man, maybe we were all born to live outside our means, but I'm not thinking so. I'm thinking it's good in certain aspects of our lives, but is a double-edged sword and an unwinnable race in others. Some people need that, I guess, because there's always that chance...





*****





So that's it... It's kinda choppy and all over the place, and we're not sure what is good or bad or the difference between beer and champagne... I was probably on drugs when I when I wrote it... It can mean whatever you want. For me it raises some interesting questions...


Where do we draw the line?...


When does wanting better for yourself cross over into greed and creation of unnecessary drama and/or financial and/or emoitional ruin?


Is it better to slake this greed we all have with wine, women and song, or cars and homes and clothes, or whatever the fuck fuels your tank? For some, it is a combination of any or all, and we all think we're on the right side...


What's your Beer?


What's your Champagne?


What can you have that you can live with?


What do you want that you can get?


Do you want it, or do you just think that you do?


What will you want next?





These are just some of the questions. They can basically be asked of all apects of your life, including the games we all play with eachother*. And my answer is that I haven't a fucking clue any more than you do. As far as I can see, we are all right, and none of us is right. But I think that in the task of finding your answers, it helps to know your questions...





Enjoy your night, people


Boombalias

*There's the tie-in with the single-in-the-teens theme, more to come on that fucked up shit :D...









Hot, Sweaty, Stankin' Bloggin'... For all the guys who blah, blah blah... An old re-post with a minty-fresh new foreword...

Hot, Sweaty, Stankin' Bloggin'... For all the guys who blah, blah blah... An old re-post with a minty-fresh new foreword...

by Adam Littlefield on Monday, January 24, 2011 at 9:59pm



     So a couple different conversations I have had in the past few days, and countless statuses I see on the subject, led me back to this entry from '08. It also, like my last entry however many months ago, follows along with a theme I have intended to expound on more on all of us getting-older-by-the-day single people... This entry still rings true for me, for the most part. And I have indeed been a pathetic, spineless asshole on several occasions since, but I've also had some great times. It's all a learning experience, and I have no problems dusting myself off and getting back to it... And the bottom line, the thing I've expressed most in dealing with these situations, my own and others, is that it's TOTALLY FUCKING BORING to just curl up in a ball and not try... Be yourself.... Be honest... If you're completely honest, then you have done your job... You say, "This is me, like it or not, take it or fucking leave it..." You keep on keepin' on, dangit...

Here goes:


Apr 5, 2008 

      Okay, so I found this little tidbit on my board this lovely morning, and I gotta say, I’m getting tired of seeing the goddamned thing, regardless of how long it’s been since I’ve seen someone post it or bothered to look at it. Every time I see it I get this overwhelming urge to puke garden gnomes. I’ve commented on it before in surveys and bars and here and there, but it’s been awhile since I blogged a bit, so I am oddly inspired to rant (anti-rant? rant-the-rant?) a bit about it…..Let’s have a look:
 
To every guy that’s said, "You’re beautiful"

To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her

To every guy who has given her flowers just because thats how he rolls.

To every guy that said he would die for her.

To every guy that really would.

To every guy that did what she wanted to do.

To every guy that cried in front of her.

To every guy that she cried in front of.

To every guy that holds hands with her.

To every guy that kisses her with meaning.

To every guy that hugs her when she’s sad.

To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.

To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes.

To every guy that would give his seat up.

To every guy that just wants to cuddle.


To every guy that reassured her that she is beautiful no matter what.

To every guy who told his secrets to her.

To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.

To every guy that believed in her dreams.

To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.

To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams

To every guy that walked her to her car and opened the door.

To every guy that gave his heart.

To every guy who hopes that she is happy even if you are not with her.

To every guy that loves her for who she is and not what she looks like

To every guy who has listened and never complained.

To every guy who has the balls to repost this.

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore.

And because of this, there are not many left out there.

I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this b/c they care more about their image.
If you are a nice guy repost this with: "Nice guys STILL finish last "

 

      Okay okay okay… It’s cute right? Isn’t it cute? It’s cuuuttttte…. Yarf... Seriously though, I’m reminded of this old comedy sketch (Chris Rock I think) where he talks about someone bragging because they take care of their kids, pay their bills, don’t beat their spouse, whatever… And Chris is all like, ’Muthafucka, whaddya want, a medal? A cookie? You sposed ta do that shit. You sposed ta take care o’ yo kids. You sposed ta pay yo bills. You sposed ta do YO SHIT (exclamation point deleted).’ In case it needs to be said, I’m paraphrasing there, and much love to all the people out there holdin’ down their end and doin’ they shit, but the ones constantly bragging about it are often being needlessly defensive or just plain trying to convince themselves by way of their own whacked-out ideologies. Either way, this whiney doctrine strikes me as similar. Granted, I’m for all this shit, except for the crying in front of them thing and maybe the flowers thing*; however, I’m staunchly against all this pissing and moaning. This post should be labeled "For every guy that tries too hard or tries to date someone waaaay out of his league**" Yeah, that has a good ring to it, slap it on a bumper sticker.
     
      Alrighty, so trying too hard or being too agreeable is an easy thing to do, and an easy repellant. Is that limburger cheese in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? We’re all guilty of it at some time or another to varying degrees, I know I have been and will inevitably be again. It’s surely not an exact formula***. But you can be a nice guy and still not be a pushover or a driveling sap. The point is that it is a process, a trial-and-error process that frustrates some men to the point of bitter cynicism. I have also spent long stretches of time over the years being a bitter asshole. But you know what it got me? Doodly-effin’-squat man. Not a fucking thing but more pissed off… And how attractive is that?
     
     Yeah, so I’m a fat guy. A tall, interesting, loveable, reasonably handsome fat guy, but a big-fat-fatty nonetheless. I guess somewhere around 89.7% of women are out of my league physically. Does that keep me from talking to them or hoping to spoon them? Hell no. Have I pined over girls who loved everything about me except the fact that I’m a big-fat-broke-lazy-fatty? Hell yes. Countless times… And I will again… But I’ve realized some time in the past couple years that this is most often the result of trying to date out of your league, and must be dealt with accordingly. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a woman who is your whole package, but one must be prepared for the consequences and be willing to keep on keepin’ on. You can’t sit around whining about it. You take your lumps and get back out there. Or you do something to remedy whatever it is that is making you unattractive to whomever it may be. Change the things you can. What you don’t do is blame it on being nice.
     
     This may seem harsh. It may seem self-deprecating; but trust me, I’m fine, just doin’ how I do. It may seem like I’m being one of Chris Rock’s people needlessly defending their actions (or lack thereof). But as a former bitter asshole who used to blame the fact that I wasn’t getting laid on being too nice, I felt the need to address the issue. It’s one of those non-perishable rants in my brain that I blew the dust off and sent to my fingers. I had intended to break down some of the actual statements made in this bulletin-that-should-be-erased-from-the-world, but alas I’ve been typing for way too long and I think you all get the idea. To the person who posted the niceguy rant, should you happen to read this, I assure you that this is not personally directed at you in any way, shape, or form. You are not alone out there, brother.
     
      We all feel like the world (or some scallawag) shits on us from time to time, but we must be who we are… If you’re a niceguy or gal or whatever, just be one . With no expectations or lamentations. Stay the course, good things will happen… Do YO SHIT (exclamation point deleted). Good morning people
~Boombalias


*Perhaps if I weren’t such a poor cracker, though I’d rather show my affection by cooking her a good meal, you can make some bomb-ass shit for the cost of a dozen roses.
**Most often times physically.
***Not exactly true. A very close friend, who is very much a nice guy (though also good-looking with a good career and education), has an exact formula that seems to work well for him and others he chooses to share this formula with. Results may vary, and it mostly only works if you’re working reasonably realistically within your optimal, ummm potential-mate/partner-in-sex-zone we’ll say. And no, you may not know this formula, as it would automatically give certain nice guys an undeserved asshole label, as well as break an unspoken confidence. 
If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way
repost this with: "To Every Guy"