Anyone Can Be A Geek…

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Yes…even those who seem most ungeek-like…

Whether it be over muscle cars, wrestling, board games…or even My Little Pony®

To look at me…cowboy boots, aviators and pickup truck; you’d probably never peg me for being into Manga…but I love it.

I also like Pro Wrestling…love it in fact; could spend hours analyzing matches.

I doubt I am people’s first choice for being a being a gamer…and admittedly it took me years to embrace the fact that I am, indeed, a gamer.

Thing is, everybody has their thing…that thing that really gets their Geek-O-Meters seriously going…

Whatever your thing is…provided it’s not predatory…and provided that it’s…well…legal…

Embrace the Geekdom…

You are in good company!

 

 

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It’s me isn’t it…

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I have spent the majority of my life feeling as if I am somehow less…

Never quite good enough…

Rejected repeatedly…

As time goes on and the more you are rejected the less inclined you are to put yourself out there because you start to think…why am I even bothering…? I know this all too well. You can only take so much rejection…and as much as we say No = Next Opportunity, Fail = First Attempt in Learning to keep the positivity up, we all have that voice that says…Give it up mate, you’re not getting anywhere with this.

Sometimes these beliefs are etched way down deep in your mind; put there by someone who was important to you…or at least important to you at that time. Parents are the main perpetrators here; usually well meaning, the results can mean for years of debilitating behaviour. My mom has always been obsessed with her weight, and thus has through the course of my life and that of my sister’s to make us hit both extremes, my sister trying every new fad for eating healthy and me not giving a shit and eating whatever I wanted without much though to calories, and using food as a method to suppress any feelings I might have that isn’t of cheerful positivity. My dad rarely if ever told me he was proud of me…I think I was 25 when he first told me he was proud of me. So picture a kid trying to make her dad proud…and seemingly falling short of the mark every time because there was just no showing of it. Mom was the same…I could do better…and well we can all do better, but every once and while, someone does like to know if they have done a good job.

While I maintain the air of someone who doesn’t actually care what others think…I do still care that I have some value.

 

 

 

 

Laws of Attraction…The Power of Positivity…

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I recently took part in an online ‘seminar’ about the Laws of Attraction…

90 minutes of what was essentially an infomercial, like those ones on late night television. Now while I didn’t buy the product their selling, I am intrigued enough to wonder about if the Laws of Attraction do work, do visualizations work for improving your life?

Now while I can get behind getting the negative thoughts in your head out of there and replacing them with positive thoughts, is that really what is going to attract what you want? Are thoughts enough? Or do you need to manifest those thoughts into something those outside of ourselves can actually see.

Apparently the Law of Attraction – according to answers.com –  is basically one of the 7 Super Laws exists in this world. Basically put The Law Of Attraction states that everything “attracts” or manifest based on our human brain results of thoughts.

It would seem a rather loft, worldly view…and perhaps it is…and perhaps it is not.

As you go though life, your visualizations will change…for what you want at 45 might not be what you wanted at 25. Me, I wanted to live in a hacienda on the beach of Puerto Vallarta and run a fishing charter company with my dad when I was 25, now, at almost 45; I just want a job I can hang on to longer than 18 months, and a stronger foundation in God.

If visualization works for you…wonderful…

If it doesn’t…that’s okay too…

The longer it goes on…the harder it is to deal with…

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November 4, 2017 marked the one year anniversary of my unemployment.

I have been without a job for over a year.

In the early days it wasn’t too bad, I had been fired before, it wasn’t like I was in uncharted territory there.

I had been unemployed for a long stretch of time in the past, so this also was nothing new…and yet…it feels different…very different from before. It wasn’t until last night that realization hit me…

The last time I had been unemployed for an extended period of time, I was going to school. My unemployment didn’t weigh on me for I something else on the go, something that required energy, with deadlines and such. So my having no job allowed for me to do better in my studies than I normally might have. It was only toward the end of my schooling – 4 months to be precise – that I found a job, and a job no less that allowed me to persuade my course of study while still paying the bills.

This time however, I have no schooling to fill my days. You can only spend so long at the computer sending applications. The days of the walk in and drop off your resume is sadly in the past with perhaps the few exceptions still out there. So what else do you fill your time with? Networking? Absolutely because it’s not what you know it’s who you know…as it really always has been. Learning something new? Yes…do that too, you never know how it may help, but it very well could…even basket weaving could be an in somewhere.

Hobbies…if nothing else to occupy your mind…and feed your soul.

Therapy if you need it…

Because…

The longer you are unemployed…the more shitty you start to feel. And no one enjoys feeling like shit.

It’s not easy trying to keep your joy…it’s damn hard.

Some things are best left unpublished…

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Sometimes I will begin a post, read it through and then delete it…

These are the posts that fall under best left unpublished…

I write things just to get them off my chest, and out of my head, a form of Catharsis  if you will, I feel better for having written it and still have not opened a discussion that I really am not ready to have at this point. It is enough that I have aired them out. I don’t generally keep them either…no sense in tempting fate.

I am not opposed to publishing thoughts and feelings on situations and the like, but when it comes to those nearest my heart, such as my religious views and political leanings, I have found little use, and less comfort in public discussions as there are those who delight in brow beating people until they are conceded their stance, which is of zero use to anyone.

 

 

 

Dogs…

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I have mentioned previously that I have dogs…

Two to be exact…

They are my heart…they drive me bonkers but they are my heart.

These are from a few years ago when Tippy (L) was 5 and Miss Mia (R) was only about 4 months old.

 

 

 

These are more recent…and shows their age…Tippy is now 13 and Miss Mia is 8

 

 

 

Ma Famille…what is it really?

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Family…or as I call it Ma Famille

Tis the time of year that makes one think of family and what it truly means…

Family can be the bonds of blood…for those lucky enough to have a close knit family.

Family can be the bonds of something else…experience, shared interests or happy accidents.

a few Ma Famille’s I am blessed to have…

My wrestling boys – Craig, Paul, Chris, Oney, G-Rod, Ant, Carnage, HeelMahoney, Tom C, AcidBurn and BeardofTsu; love you to the moon and back.

My mentors…Peter, Jason, Dom, Bobby, Hank and the Banker. Thank you for your unending and unconditional support

My gaming crews of We Do Geek, Country Dragon Slayer, and The Guardians. Thank you for the laughs.

My Sisters from other Misters and Brothers from other Mothers: TN, Lady J, Nicole M, Laura E, Stacie W, Himanni, Cricket, Jazzy, Donna T, Joyce of the Pink Thermals, Maria in St. Louis, Carol M, Big Tom, Gorgeous Boy, Zombie Crew, the MedHat Peeps, the VanCity Crew and the SNOZZIES

And of course…Mom, Dad, Stace, the BIL, and the ninja three, the Hat Branches, the Van Island Gang.

Ma Famille…

is always what you make of it…