Human
People have a tendency to shift blame. I mean it’s easy, especially when an external circumstance seemingly causes a failure of some sort. Can’t control the weather, right? Of course not, but you can still carry an umbrella. What we’re talking about is ownership and course correcting. Every person in every business does this (or […]
You know what they don’t teach you in business books? How to do this shit with a mental disorder. Business books are designed to teach normal people how to run businesses successfully. I’m bipolar 2 and have ADHD. I can barely shower successfully sometimes. Yet somehow here I am running a business with two locations. […]
When you’re an artist, you don’t normally set out to be a content creator. You’re just trying to make shit. I just want to draw and paint and do tattoos. Blogging isn’t the first thing on my mind, and neither is making reels for instagram. Yet here I am, 43 years old and trying to […]
First off, this isn’t a pity piece. If anything, it’s an attempt at self empowerment. It’s taking a shot at owning a feeling that’s been enthroned in my subconscious since my earliest childhood memories. Not because I wasn’t loved, or cared for, or given affection; but because at the core, it’s part of who I […]
My blog turned into shit. I used to use it, but man it is nothing now. Being bipolar sucks. See, I used to be relatively consistent. I use the word “relatively” pretty loosely. I wrote, I aimed for self improvement, I tried my best to inspire others to the same. Problem is, my life fell […]
Coming out of such a long running episode has been incredibly strange. The more time that passes, the more I realize just how long this was going on. My attitude has slowly been reverting back to how I was in 2018. Motivated, positive, driven. There’s something different about it, though. I’m not the same. I’ve […]
Oh, if I had a dime for every time I felt worthless, I’d have a shitload of dimes. It goes hand in hand with mental illness, it goes hand in hand with being an artist. Me being a mentally ill artist doubles my worthlessness! But that’s nonsense. I know I’m not worthless. It’s just the […]
In 1985, I was a a first grade student at St. Mary’s Catholic school in Salem, New Jersey. I had started partway into the year, having been homeschooled for about a year after my extended chicken pox absence from public kindergarten. My parents felt that catholic school provided a good education and, even though they […]
Here I am, less than spectacular. I’m 42, and I’ve gotten wide round the middle. I have bad teeth, and the salt and pepper forming in my hair looks more dirty than sexy. I have some sort of dry skin thing on my knees and elbows. I’m less than spectacular. While being less than spectacular, […]
I don’t actually have a story to tell. This post isn’t about a story that happened to me or somebody else, it’s about the story we tell through our actions and words. Everyone has a story. And again, I don’t mean about the time they went to the strip club and that thing happened with […]