SWM ISO
So today was most eventful. I spare the details because of the possibility of privacy intrusion. To paraphrase, Hovis is looking for work and a place to rent.
Now for those of you playing the home game, I really barely know Hovis. He's the twin brother and little brother to two very good friends of mine. Hes a goober, and I have no real standing friendship with the guy. So why was I just up for a good 3 hours talking to him about unfucking his life?
I am a single white male in search of a cause.
I was so unbelievebly frustrated through pure empathy that I was ready to wrap a piece of angle steel around his head and put him on a fishing boat. I want to help him because I want him to support himself and help his girlfriend figure her life out too. And I downright hate her. But still I want him to succeed. People don't do this. They do it for their family, they do it for their friends, or they do it for a job. Why do I do that?
I am a single white male who is passionate about finding his passion.
Tonight, Hovis sat in what I refer to as the chair. The chair can be anything to anyone. The crux of your life in which you can make or break your future. I cant think of a single person who wouldnt give that which is most dear to return to their chair. And I wanted him to take what his brother and I were saying seriously. And before that, I was actively trying to convince his brother to move into a one bedroom apartment and take care of himself while Hovis sleeps in his car for a month or two. Rock bottom can be a damn good education.
I am a single white male with an answer.
If I care this much for someone like hovis, if im willing to go to the lengths i spoke of in that conversation. If I put myself on the emotional line, will someone come through for me?
Yet another person who has lost their way. A person I can offer my emotions to.
Im not talking about a girlfriend, although it would be nice to have a girlfriend who could be this person for me as well. I am talking about a person who cares. A person who isnt my writing, that will bear a glimpse into who I am.
A glimpse at what I am.
Now for those of you playing the home game, I really barely know Hovis. He's the twin brother and little brother to two very good friends of mine. Hes a goober, and I have no real standing friendship with the guy. So why was I just up for a good 3 hours talking to him about unfucking his life?
I am a single white male in search of a cause.
I was so unbelievebly frustrated through pure empathy that I was ready to wrap a piece of angle steel around his head and put him on a fishing boat. I want to help him because I want him to support himself and help his girlfriend figure her life out too. And I downright hate her. But still I want him to succeed. People don't do this. They do it for their family, they do it for their friends, or they do it for a job. Why do I do that?
I am a single white male who is passionate about finding his passion.
Tonight, Hovis sat in what I refer to as the chair. The chair can be anything to anyone. The crux of your life in which you can make or break your future. I cant think of a single person who wouldnt give that which is most dear to return to their chair. And I wanted him to take what his brother and I were saying seriously. And before that, I was actively trying to convince his brother to move into a one bedroom apartment and take care of himself while Hovis sleeps in his car for a month or two. Rock bottom can be a damn good education.
I am a single white male with an answer.
If I care this much for someone like hovis, if im willing to go to the lengths i spoke of in that conversation. If I put myself on the emotional line, will someone come through for me?
Yet another person who has lost their way. A person I can offer my emotions to.
Im not talking about a girlfriend, although it would be nice to have a girlfriend who could be this person for me as well. I am talking about a person who cares. A person who isnt my writing, that will bear a glimpse into who I am.
A glimpse at what I am.