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Barrow'd from someone else's blog. Still relevant, however.
Alright, I think I have mentioned before that I really like the Pillows, despite the fact that they are a Japanese band and I really do not understand what they are singing, thing is I don't really need too, the music speaks to me on a different level.
Here's a song by the Pillows called "I think I can," check it out:
I don't know what they're saying, but when I hear this song it gives me hope, energy and determination.
It's like this blog, when I first started it I thought no one would read it, or even like it, but I have found evidence to contrary, so here I am writing a new piece for you all. It's not as hard as I originally thought, basically all I do is get a basic idea (like this one) add some text and post a video and bam I got my post.
If I had to say what this post is about is me just trying to be more active and showing people that I am capable of producing content. Anyway, if you like this post be sure to share it with friends, or even (gasp) comment and share with me a song in a strange language you don't understand but still like anyway. Don't be shy I won't bite.
Time for me to write about something most people can relate with; the cost of gasoline. See, as time progresses, the cost of gas goes up. And you know what really sucks? High gas prices. Mostly because in America if you want to go anywhere, you gotta buy it. So what's your best option, aside from car pooling that smelly guy from work who collects life-sized dolls of questionable ages?
You could buy a Prius and drive a plain, uncool car.
Exudes images of "stale bread..."
You could buy a hybrid that catches on fire in the event of a crash.
Or, you can buy a compact car, that given any accident, will sheer apart and likely kill you and anyone else in the car.
The stripes make it faster!
Neither one of those options sounds appealing, so then, what do you do?
Walk.
Of course I am kidding, walking sucks. I don't like things that suck. So I drive a compact, most specifically, the one pictured above. If you have not noticed, it's yellow, because just like me, it's awesome. Also, the color makes it go faster a la Maddox.
One of the many reasons why I love my car though is the gas mileage.
If you can't tell from this low res photo, the odometer reads "373.0."
In case you're wondering, the stepper motors in my dash have stopped working, and I do have the replacement partsand it's on my list of "Stuff I will eventually do."
Now about my car:
Make: Chevy Cavalier, possibly one of the most poor received cars in recent history, earning a reputation for being a cheap low quality car that often fell apart regardless of whether or not you maintained it. This used to bother me a lot, but then I owned a crappy beat-down Volvo and I realized something, the outside of the car, or even the inside really does matter, so long as it drives down the road and accomplishes it main goal of transporting you from Point A to Point B then that is all that matters.
Engine: 2.2 Ecotec, Four cylinder, produces about 140 HP and about 150 foot pounds of torque. The car is known to be very sluggish and slow, going 0-60 in about 9 seconds, and completing a quarter mile in about 17 seconds, which is not all to impressive.
Body: J-body, arguably one of the worst platforms GM ever made. They produced a Cadillac version of this car that was hailed as the worst Cadillac ever made.
Transmission: Five-Speed, I find automatics to be a bit dull, but there's one advantage they have, you can talk on the phone and not worry about shifting...
Everything else: Paint's failing, driver seating is coming apart, and I am missing my tire iron.
Bottom line: I love my car, despite it being a piece of crap, I'd be even happier if I had my crappy old Volvo 240 Station wagon, hell I even suggest my Dad go back up to Georgia, trade his Volvo for the crappy Volvo, and then trade my car for that crappy Volvo ('cause it's a five speed and you can tow it behind a motor home).
I think this song neatly ties everything up and with that, I conclude my tireless drivel.
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It took me years to figure out something so simple; Negative thoughts are nothing more than a waste of energy. Instead, I take any and all negative thoughts and feelings, and convert it into positive energy that fuels me through out the day.
I often ask the question of people "How are you today?" The responses vary from "I'm doing well," or "I am doing good," Sometimes they'll ask me the same question, and the response that I give them is the same "I am awesome." I have had people balk at this statement, being so jaded that they cannot believe that such a statement could be honest, I had a customer say to me, "Now that we've lied to each other, how are you really?" I backed up my statement with this reasoning, "Look, I wasted a lot of time being negative and feeling sorry for myself for the mistakes I have made and I realized that it would be a far better use of my energy to just take it and turn into into positive energy that moves me forward, rather than backwards."
This realization came to me from my experiences in taking care with my grandfather, who is stuck in this perpetual cycle of negativity and angst. I saw how his negativity has enveloped him and has plunged him into this train of thought of "No one loves me, they all want to use me," made me decide that as I grow older, I will reject this kind of thinking, and that I spend the rest of my life doing the exact opposite of what he has done. Instead of pushing people away from me and keeping to myself, I will instead embrace and seek out people who are in need.
You see, my grandfather is gripped with feelings of inadequacy and fear of "fucking everything up," or that "everything I touch turns to shit," (his favorite phrase). My grandfather does not know how to interact with people, and he feels that no matter what he does he will irreparably mess up every relationship he has. Unfortunately, as you get older we tend to get stuck in our own thinking patterns and find it hard to accept, or even incorporate new ideas into our daily thoughts and my grandfather is all to much a victim of his own "Stinkin' thinkin'."
Stinkin' Thinkin'
What is "Stinkin' Thinkin'?" It's a processes by which you wallow in your own negative emotions and you allow them to take control of your entire begin. Instead of allowing yourself to move forward in your life, you instead dig yourself into a rut where you rob yourself of the possibilities in life by virtue of you believing that they do not actually exist and that regardless of what you do, your life will remain and continue to be shit.
As I said earlier, I spent a lot of time stuck in this rut of Stinkin' Thinkin' and I realized that it just does not do me any good, so I have gotten rid of it.
The role of Family...
I have spent a considerable amount of energy in an attempt to remind my grandfather that his actions in the past, good or bad, do not actually matter now because we are family, that we accept him unconditionally, and that the only thing we want for him is to get better, and to become more active and present within the family; however he decides to do nothing because he feels it is far better to sit around and wallow in his own negativity than it is to actually embrace the opportunities afford to him by being closer to his family.
It's hard because I really want the best for him, and yet on every front he has dug his heels into the ground and refused to cooperate. Worse off, he does not see the forest for the trees, how much better he could make his life by dropping the negativity and instead embracing a positive outlook.
As a family I think it is important to open and honest with each other, and to accept each other despite our faults and repair broken relationships with unconditional love and patience.
