Monthly Archives: February 2013

Life Junkie

Addicted to the emotion

Without it,

I feel as if I wouldn’t live

So like AA, or any sort of rehab

I need a place; this is that place… to bare my soul, and accept my addiction

Please don’t mistake my expressions,

Previous or future, as holier than thou sentiments

It’s just me expressing how I feel at the moment

Sometimes it’s so good… that is

And other times, it’s like a bad trip

And in this rehab, some days I have a lot to say

And others, I just want to be left by myself; alone in the corner

But everyday is like a new high

I inhale it, or connect it to my vein

Hoping that the journey that awaits is painless

Void of any emptiness that may pervade my soul in those dark moments

And those judging eyes of yours…I wish for them to look past me

Hoping that you are too self absorbed to notice what I’m going through

Because as much as I need you to provide for me, emotional charity

I don’t ever want you to think I’m dependent upon you or anyone else

See the life of a junkie…a junkie of life

Isn’t driven by what you think of me…

It’s a result of what I think of myself

And it’s those thoughts that drive my high, or the purpose thereof

An escape, a way to feel good

Or something that amplifies the self reflection and rips me to my core

It sounds extreme, but the the unemotional is equivalent to a flat-line

I need something above or below to know I’m alive

But I know that…I know what my needs are

Whether that’s good or bad, I don’t know

But it definitely is real

So as I stand here before you, exposing who am I and my addiction

I expect no judgement

I am a junkie addicted to life, and I’ll be back soon to confess my addiction once again

As I have no plan to quit.


Wishing Time Away (Real Talk)

My apologies for the delay in this weeks Real Talk.  Superbowl Sunday, unfortunately, had me preoccupied yesterday.  But nevertheless, here we are.

I’ve alluded, on a few occasions, to having written a few of these posts in the past.  I’ve normally copied and pasted the previous posts.  This week, I am again going to bring up a topic I’ve written about in the past, but I’m not going to copy and paste.

Today, I want to talk to you about living your life to the fullest, everyday.  More specifically, I want to talk to you about making the most out of your Monday to Friday, as well as your weekend.  I, like a lot of you, look forward to my weekends.  I enjoy my weekends, whether I’m relaxing at home, running around getting things done, or partying it up.  But, I like you, have “wished my weekdays away.”  I have treated Monday to Friday as life’s stepchildren.  We all do it.  “I can’t wait until the weekend,” or “I can’t wait until 5pm Friday,” and not doing anything productive in the meantime.

Think about it though.  Monday, to 5pm Friday, is 113 hours per week.  In one year, that’s 5,876 hours.  Assuming these feelings started when you entered the workforce (approximately age 22), and that you’d retire at 65, that’s 43 years.  That’s 252,668 hours.  Average life expectancy in the US is about 77, which is 674,520 hours.  Certainly, there are a lot of other factors that play into the calculations, but just on the surface, you will wish away over 1/3 of your life.

As I mentioned, there are other factors to consider, but my point is that a weekday should be considered just as special as a weekend.  Sure, you don’t have the luxury of doing whatever you want during a portion of those days, but that doesn’t mean they should be considered lost days.  You can still get out and do things…see people you care about…do things that you love.  It takes a little motivation at times, but you can do it.  And for those of you with families, you are not exempt.  Sure, you may have homework with the kids, cleaning, blah blah blah.  Those are just excuses (says the man with no wife or kids, lol).  But seriously, this is your life too.  Babysitters exist during the week, and there are lots of activities that can include your kids.  You just have to make the effort.

Giving yourself only two days to call your own each week is unfair to you.  It is doing life a disservice.  So don’t wish over 1/3 of your life away.  Take that with you on your journey this week.

Have a good one!!