Mister Shiney-Zuma gets re-educated in High School Drama.
Back in High School there was a guy who would keep to himself mostly. He would wear the most outrageous shirts and flaunt rather useless skills and talents to get attention. Lots of the people who he went to school with apparently remembered him well after the gowns were worn and caps were thrown into the air. However, no matter how many people remember him, there probably are only a select few who could say they knew him. They were ones who would stay and hang out around the hollowed Panther Halls well beyond that final bell. They were the ones who woke up at god awful hours in the morning to catch a ride in his truck because he always showed up forty five minutes early. They may have known him best.
Then again there were those people crazy enough to go barreling out of town on Friday nights down Dort Highway and into Clio or beyond to see a flick. They got to see a different side all together though in hindsight likely not so different at all. Of the first group, the one closest to me had a pretty bad habit of taking his things, the second just stomped upon the heart.
Yet, fond memories flood back when I think of that kid and those days in High School. Fond memories indeed. Not popular enough to be part of any of the drama and ignorant enough to pass the vast majority of it without a clue as to what is going on. Some might say I missed out but I am going to just say that I had to wait a few years and move a state or two west to have all that drama catch up with me.
It has been a while since there was a post to be made here. Most people who will see this thing pop up and remember that I didn't die at some point in the not to distant past. I kid. I kid. But, as is the trend, post are far and few in between. I don't think I have actually signed on here for maybe a week or more. I avoid Memes and thankfully most people on here seem to have done the same. It will be some time before I catch up on the reading of those journals I pay close attention to.
As I have grown and moved away from the teenage/college aged mindset I find plastering my life all over the internet to be relatively pointless because there isn't much I have to say about it nor am I associated with half the groups that seem to really drum up all the drama on here. At least not anymore. That being said, no life is without drama and mine is no exception. That is for later though.
Sure, I could have bitched and moaned about my four month long vacation from work, however I really didn't do a great deal. There was a yard to be kept, a home to clean and a few repairs to be made around here but not really more than that. Granted, the house has a lot more work that I would like to do to it and the yard is in desperate need of this that and the other sort of things to spruce it up but without a job by definition means that I have no money to spend. Thankfully there has been a recent, albeit short term solution to the job crisis and I can rest a bit more comfortably for as long as these people see fit to keep me pounding away at nails and doing other such things.
Nevertheless, I don't think there is a single person who reads this who didn't already know what was going on. I guess those tiny pointless updates are now in the domain of Facebook and for so many others Twitter. There are two reasons that I write here anymore. To inform people of the joyous events that are happening in my life and by that what is meant is those contiual bubbly thoughts that keep me afloat and get me through the day or those major things that just have to be said and require more than a paragraph or two to verbalize.
Also, Writing on here has always been a sort of out for me. A release of some sort of emotional or mental frustration and stress. It has probably more a great deal to do with the fact that I have likely bottled things up and have been doing so since High School and probably before.
But that is enough of a preface to so to speak. I think we should discuss the lessons most recently learned as my best efforts to avoid all the drama that could percipitate onto the cheese cloth mesh that is my life finally coagulated into some lump of a product in this grand experiment that is my life.
It could be said that initially there was little in the way of a lesson plan as the impromptu vacation began but things quickly accelerated as any advance course should. Yes it began like a shot right out of the door as the new home was christened with its first official party. As house warming parties go it was a good one. There were plenty of people, some I like, some I adore and others who don't seem to get along with me as well as we used to. Different life paths take people different directions and so I guess you just can't like some people forever.
So it goes. The party itself seemed to be a major success until the intoxicants got the best of me. By the end of it, the lady of the house was a mess, I had found a way to severely put off a friend and make an ass of myself. Way to go me. Way to go indeed. I still don't think that said friendship will recover to anything remotely resembling its previous incarnation. I burned a bridge and now I walk on its scorched remains.
Shortly there after, or perhaps prior to the first, there was another gathering. It was a gathering of people and involved more drinking on the part of others less on mine. Though I am sure that I have forgiven the slight here and what is my supposed mistake or misinterpretation but I don't know if I will ever forget. It is a sort of thing that was programmed in from previous owners on this hand-me down computer that is my brain and likely will never be forgotten. I know it is vague and obviously intentionally so. If it weren't then this wouldn't be Mister Shiney-zuma writing. The theatrics that ensued thereafter only further cemented the event in a permanent memory bank that will likely only be erased when this mesh of neural connections goes into a final shut down. I don't care if it felt good, I don't think it was right.
Moving on and into this trap that is bringing me up to speed on my education in drama there is a two fold Scylla and Cheribidas approaching and it involves two people who I think need to either put up or shut the fuck up. In the big game you only get to screw around and play with the scarecrow so long before it eventually eats your brain. Then you are just a zombie in its army of people so completely deceived and snowballed by the innocent act. I am sure Toto knows what I am talking about. But in all seriousness and trying as hard as possible to avoid being obtuse about my topic here in the land of drama, when two people don't talk about their problems it can't make things better. It certainly doesn't help. Trying to stay neutral in these situations is hardly an easy matter, especially when you only hear one side of the story.
If you have insecurities, talk about them. If a person is opening up to in whatever form it is, take them seriously or at least do your best. The worst thing ever to happen is to be ignored. But who am I to give advice to a person to who I am estranged doesn't consider me as a friend. I doubt they would listen anyway.
Next on our curriculum is "how to be a dick 101." Let's start by making fun of people you don't even know. It is that sort of thing that pisses me off every once and a while. I can see random people but if the person is someone who is vaguely associated with your group perhaps you should wait to judge them. Lord knows that you should be so lucky to receive said ridicule. It is a sad thing to watch when your entire conversation revolves around poking fun at a person you haven't even bothered to get to know. Seriously get a fucking life.
This I suppose I should draw this to close but there are a few more things to add to this. It involves changing habits. Perhaps it is different for others but my experience tells me that when people start to change certain little habits it is an indicator that maybe other things are on the change as well. Hanging with different people, going to different places and so on. It strikes up my paranoia.
In addition to that there is the fact that I can't find myself anymore in all this. I don't know what I am blabbing about now. Instead, I think I am simply going a bit crazy.
After reading this I guess I didn't learn much and simply wanted to bitch with a theme. In due fashion I should try to close this up with something that make some sense. To do so we should probably work or way back to the begining, to that kid I talked about. I think I killed him. If he were here today he would ask what the hell happened to me. How could I use words that were so taboo and make slurs that way that other people do? How could I stop trusting people?
When did you start making snap judgments? What happened to all your dreams? Then he would look at me and say "Mister Shiney-zuma, you did it. You killed the eternal optimist. Mister Shiney-zuma you killed Shiney."
Then again there were those people crazy enough to go barreling out of town on Friday nights down Dort Highway and into Clio or beyond to see a flick. They got to see a different side all together though in hindsight likely not so different at all. Of the first group, the one closest to me had a pretty bad habit of taking his things, the second just stomped upon the heart.
Yet, fond memories flood back when I think of that kid and those days in High School. Fond memories indeed. Not popular enough to be part of any of the drama and ignorant enough to pass the vast majority of it without a clue as to what is going on. Some might say I missed out but I am going to just say that I had to wait a few years and move a state or two west to have all that drama catch up with me.
It has been a while since there was a post to be made here. Most people who will see this thing pop up and remember that I didn't die at some point in the not to distant past. I kid. I kid. But, as is the trend, post are far and few in between. I don't think I have actually signed on here for maybe a week or more. I avoid Memes and thankfully most people on here seem to have done the same. It will be some time before I catch up on the reading of those journals I pay close attention to.
As I have grown and moved away from the teenage/college aged mindset I find plastering my life all over the internet to be relatively pointless because there isn't much I have to say about it nor am I associated with half the groups that seem to really drum up all the drama on here. At least not anymore. That being said, no life is without drama and mine is no exception. That is for later though.
Sure, I could have bitched and moaned about my four month long vacation from work, however I really didn't do a great deal. There was a yard to be kept, a home to clean and a few repairs to be made around here but not really more than that. Granted, the house has a lot more work that I would like to do to it and the yard is in desperate need of this that and the other sort of things to spruce it up but without a job by definition means that I have no money to spend. Thankfully there has been a recent, albeit short term solution to the job crisis and I can rest a bit more comfortably for as long as these people see fit to keep me pounding away at nails and doing other such things.
Nevertheless, I don't think there is a single person who reads this who didn't already know what was going on. I guess those tiny pointless updates are now in the domain of Facebook and for so many others Twitter. There are two reasons that I write here anymore. To inform people of the joyous events that are happening in my life and by that what is meant is those contiual bubbly thoughts that keep me afloat and get me through the day or those major things that just have to be said and require more than a paragraph or two to verbalize.
Also, Writing on here has always been a sort of out for me. A release of some sort of emotional or mental frustration and stress. It has probably more a great deal to do with the fact that I have likely bottled things up and have been doing so since High School and probably before.
But that is enough of a preface to so to speak. I think we should discuss the lessons most recently learned as my best efforts to avoid all the drama that could percipitate onto the cheese cloth mesh that is my life finally coagulated into some lump of a product in this grand experiment that is my life.
It could be said that initially there was little in the way of a lesson plan as the impromptu vacation began but things quickly accelerated as any advance course should. Yes it began like a shot right out of the door as the new home was christened with its first official party. As house warming parties go it was a good one. There were plenty of people, some I like, some I adore and others who don't seem to get along with me as well as we used to. Different life paths take people different directions and so I guess you just can't like some people forever.
So it goes. The party itself seemed to be a major success until the intoxicants got the best of me. By the end of it, the lady of the house was a mess, I had found a way to severely put off a friend and make an ass of myself. Way to go me. Way to go indeed. I still don't think that said friendship will recover to anything remotely resembling its previous incarnation. I burned a bridge and now I walk on its scorched remains.
Shortly there after, or perhaps prior to the first, there was another gathering. It was a gathering of people and involved more drinking on the part of others less on mine. Though I am sure that I have forgiven the slight here and what is my supposed mistake or misinterpretation but I don't know if I will ever forget. It is a sort of thing that was programmed in from previous owners on this hand-me down computer that is my brain and likely will never be forgotten. I know it is vague and obviously intentionally so. If it weren't then this wouldn't be Mister Shiney-zuma writing. The theatrics that ensued thereafter only further cemented the event in a permanent memory bank that will likely only be erased when this mesh of neural connections goes into a final shut down. I don't care if it felt good, I don't think it was right.
Moving on and into this trap that is bringing me up to speed on my education in drama there is a two fold Scylla and Cheribidas approaching and it involves two people who I think need to either put up or shut the fuck up. In the big game you only get to screw around and play with the scarecrow so long before it eventually eats your brain. Then you are just a zombie in its army of people so completely deceived and snowballed by the innocent act. I am sure Toto knows what I am talking about. But in all seriousness and trying as hard as possible to avoid being obtuse about my topic here in the land of drama, when two people don't talk about their problems it can't make things better. It certainly doesn't help. Trying to stay neutral in these situations is hardly an easy matter, especially when you only hear one side of the story.
If you have insecurities, talk about them. If a person is opening up to in whatever form it is, take them seriously or at least do your best. The worst thing ever to happen is to be ignored. But who am I to give advice to a person to who I am estranged doesn't consider me as a friend. I doubt they would listen anyway.
Next on our curriculum is "how to be a dick 101." Let's start by making fun of people you don't even know. It is that sort of thing that pisses me off every once and a while. I can see random people but if the person is someone who is vaguely associated with your group perhaps you should wait to judge them. Lord knows that you should be so lucky to receive said ridicule. It is a sad thing to watch when your entire conversation revolves around poking fun at a person you haven't even bothered to get to know. Seriously get a fucking life.
This I suppose I should draw this to close but there are a few more things to add to this. It involves changing habits. Perhaps it is different for others but my experience tells me that when people start to change certain little habits it is an indicator that maybe other things are on the change as well. Hanging with different people, going to different places and so on. It strikes up my paranoia.
In addition to that there is the fact that I can't find myself anymore in all this. I don't know what I am blabbing about now. Instead, I think I am simply going a bit crazy.
After reading this I guess I didn't learn much and simply wanted to bitch with a theme. In due fashion I should try to close this up with something that make some sense. To do so we should probably work or way back to the begining, to that kid I talked about. I think I killed him. If he were here today he would ask what the hell happened to me. How could I use words that were so taboo and make slurs that way that other people do? How could I stop trusting people?
When did you start making snap judgments? What happened to all your dreams? Then he would look at me and say "Mister Shiney-zuma, you did it. You killed the eternal optimist. Mister Shiney-zuma you killed Shiney."