You Know What I Mean?

I knew in advance what lay ahead for me. In the back of my mind I wanted to believe that I could find a way out. Right up to the last minute I tried to put it out of my mind and hoped maybe it would just go away. But that never works and this time proved to be no exception. So I steeled myself to face the inevitable. I wasn’t alone but  my partner in this venture did not provide any solace. She was the reason I was here in the first place and even seemed to take a sick pleasure in what was going on.  My only comfort lie in the fact that this was only temporary and would soon be over. Soon is subjective though. Almost immediately I could feel sweat breaking out on my forehead and  tension starting to churn in my stomach. “Steady now”, I told myself. “You can’t let it get to you  this quickly or you’ll never make it”, and so I soldiered on. As I took in my environment I could see others who shared my struggle.  Some like me were just beginning their sentence wh...

I grew up skinny, I mean really skinny. Ribs were countable. Knees knobbed. My dad said that when I wore shorts I looked like a pair of pliers. All through my high school and college years my inseam possessed a larger number than my waist and through it all I ate with abandon. "Yes, I'll have the 20 piece chicken nuggets. Ten tacos? No Problem. You know what makes a Big Mac even better? Another Big Mac!" Ah, that was the life...unlimited food without consequences. But eventually, seemingly overnight, it caught up with me. It really seemed like I went to sleep one night blissfully slim and woke up to find that my face had grown two new chins and bending down to tie my shoes was suddenly difficult. I was forced to face the ugly truth, I had turned into a fat guy. This realization resulted in my experiencing 6 stages of fat guyness: Denial (I'm not fat, I've just finally filled out) Bargaining (OK, I'll eat the Ultimate Cheeseburger today and I...

Do you know what I think?  I think people should know what I think. I think people want to know what I think. I have many thoughts and I think the world deserves the opportunity to see those thoughts.  I think the world needs that opportunity, that it craves my insight. I think the lack of that opportunity is why we have so much angst and unhappiness. OK, maybe not, OK, probably not. OK, definitely not. So why start a blog?  As I stated above, I have a lot of thoughts. I'd like to think that some of these thoughts are interesting  or amusing and that others might think so as well. So even though the world has neither demanded nor even requested a medium for seeing what passes through my brain, I am going to provide one anyways. I don't know exactly what direction this will take but if you happen to stop by let me know what you think.