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Make Something That Will Last

My buddy texted me the other day talking to me about this blog. He told me that it was awesome and that he’s happy for me. He encouraged me to keep doing it. I’ve gotten a couple messages like that about this blog. It’s made me so happy. I can’t even explain it. The other day I was driving home from work and it was a beautiful day and a great song came on and my eyes welled up. That’s also happened a couple times recently. Writing this stuff out has been so helpful for me.

We kept messaging and he said it must be really hard to get that stuff out and be that honest. I couldn’t help but think, “not really man, it’s actually been pretty easy.” It doesn’t take me very long. I usually write my blog after I finish my morning tasks at work. It’s right after I finish that first coffee and I’ve got that magical morning caffeine buzz going. I minimize the task window I’m typing on to make it look like I’m working on something. I forget what I googled to try and find out how to purchase this domain name. I might have just went directly to WordPress’s website.

The whole thing only cost me around $50. I paid double that to have bad sex with an overweight middle aged woman. True story. Now I definitely have to be careful with who I share this with. But it’s true, I did do that. Matter of fact, I did it three times. Each one more horrible than the last. But I did learn some valuable lessons.

I remember the first time I did it. I woke up hungover as shit at my buddy’s place. Went on backpage.com (pretty sure I can get arrested for saying this) and made plans to meet up with an “escort.” Here was my thought process: “Oh yea I love sex, cumming is great!” That was about it. So I did it and I got back to my buddy’s place and we laughed about how ridiculous it was. The true horror of it didn’t fully set in until I was trying to go to sleep that night. I was officially one of those guys.

You do that a couple of times and you become quite unhappy with yourself. I really started to appreciate what relationships, love, and sex can actually mean to a person. When you isolate sex from love you’re missing 50% of the equation. The physical aspect is definitely important in a relationship but it’s not the only thing. If you can’t lay with somebody and laugh or cry or talk in total honesty after having sex it ruins a beautiful thing. It’s connecting with someone (lol pun intended) on the most physical and emotional level. When you do it with someone you love and care about it’s pretty fucking magical. This got corny quick.

I think that’s what also scares me about being single again. I’m going to have to tell the next person I’d like to date about these escapades. Obviously it’s not a first date conversation but I’ll have to tell it at some point. A good relationship is honest and open communication. This doesn’t mean that you have to say EVERYTHING that comes to your mind, but you shouldn’t be afraid to say how you’re feeling most of the time. BUT, when your girlfriend shows you a picture of that time she got her hair cut really short DO NOT say she looked like a lesbian. Speaking from experience here.

Well that was quite the tangent. How did I want to tie that into the theme? Ah yes, making something that will last. I still don’t know how I wanted to tie that into the theme. Anyhow I’ve been getting texts recently from my friends about the blog and how they’re enjoying it and saying that I should keep doing it. It’s been incredible. So the next time your brain is in the middle of a serotonin circus make something that will last. Here are some do’s when your feeling great:

• Workout!
• Read a book!
• Start Gardening!
• Clean Up!
• Draw Something!
• Build Something!
• Play Sports!
• Go for a Walk!

Here are some Do Not’s:

• Play Online Poker
• Catch a Hack (Real one’s know)

That’s all I really wanted to say. Next time you feel good, build something or do something new. Then text your friends about it. Good friends will tell you that they’re happy for you and encourage you to keep going. I have a lot of good friends.