We must be willing to let go of the life we've planned , so as to have the life that is waiting for us - Joseph Campbell
Since my wife has left me, I've pretty much read everything from people like Wayne Dyer, Deepak Chopra, and Eckhart Tolle that I could get my hands on. I've learned a lot about letting go, but I've realized that letting go of your painful emotions isn't enough, and I wanna share that today. But first, let's talk about what letting go means to most people.
Indiana Jones "Letting Go" and taking a leap of faith
The term "letting go" is kinda deceptive. Have you ever tried to let go? you can't. The harder you try to let go the more you find out you can't do it. Letting go is more about acceptance, and allowing. Accepting the present moment as it is, and allowing yourself to experience your emotions rather than suppressing, or ignoring them.
The mistake most people, including myself have made is to ignore your emotions, or numb yourself to them through drugs and/or alcohol until you feel better.
Then one day you realize, "oh wow, that doesn't bother me anymore! I must've gotten over it!." but you haven't gotten over it. In reality all you've done is anesthetize yourself until you get so used to your pain, that you no longer realize its there.It's kind of like that game 'whack a mole,' if you stuff your emotions down, they will simply resurface some other way.
I wish I had learned that lesson a lot sooner...
You must allow yourself to experience your emotions. Some people *cough, cough* (you know who you are) like to think they are protecting themselves by locking their emotions inside, but that actually has the opposite effect. You are just locking yourself inside with the very demon you are trying to avoid. It's actually kind of ridiculous when you think of it that way. If you just open the door the demon always goes away.
SOMETIMES TO REALLY PROTECT YOURSELF YOU MUST BE DEFENSELESS
You know how a computer can't function properly if you have too many applications running in the background? Every time you experience something and don't deal with the emotional outcome of it, that is one more 'application' running in your subconscious mind. Just like a computer experiences problems when its applications are left running unattended so do we. What are some of the things we experience when we build up emotions and experiences we can't let go of? Stress, Depression, Sickness, just to name a few.
Ok so we definitely want to let go of our attachment to our emotional pain by accepting that its there and allowing those emotions to express themselves so they can go away. Then we can have peace. But isn't peace just something else we can get attached to? We let go of our attachment to our pain only to get attached to our idea of peace. Anyone undergoing a painful situation in life can decide to let go of their pain,
BUT CAN YOU LET GO OF YOUR NEED FOR PEACE TOO?
What good is it to let go of your emotional pain, only to become so attached to this idea of peace that when it's inevitably taken away, it causes you that very same pain?
The only thing certain in this universe is uncertainty. Let go of literally everything including your need for peace. It seems contradictory but I've found that the way to achieve peace is by letting go of it.
THE ONLY REAL PEACE IS FOUND IN UNCERTAINTY.
IT'S ONLY AFTER WE'VE LOST EVERYTHING THAT WE'RE FREE TO DO ANYTHING - Tyler Durden
Do you sing, and are you dangerous? - question from youtube.
Ok, imagine, if you can Johnny Cash on heroin singing Lou Reed songs, then my singing voice sounds nothing like that.
Am I dangerous? ummm...well I don't own any weapons, and if I'm not required by law to notify anyone if I move. I probably bring a gentler, more mad/paranoid/genius brand of insanity to the table.
If you think you are truly enlightened, go spend a week with your parents - Ram Das
So I was at a real low point a couple days ago. Being bipolar, you experience amazing heavenly highs and crushing earth shattering lows. So as I'm facing a pending divorce, being jobless, penniless, and on the verge of homelessness, it can be hard to keep an even keel most times. I feel constantly tormented by my thoughts...
if only I could get her on the phone - she'd take me back if only she'd answer her phone - we could work this out if only I said this, or did that, or didn't say this, or didn't say that - I wouldn't be in this position.
Then there's the berating myself...
nobody's ever gonna wanna have a relationship with a 40 year old twice divorced looser
you have no job, no prospects, no degree, no money (literally), no place to live, you don't deserve another chance
you blew your last chance at life - you're going to live the rest of your life alone and you deserve it
I've been scared to death because the last time I went through a divorce, I lost many friends, spent way too much time alone and I tried to kill myself three times. I didn't want to go through that again. Especially since I'm barely 2 1/2 months out of a mental hospital, where I was sent because I tried to kill myself.
I will say that for the most part, I'm many ways, I'm handling this go around a lot better than last time. Since I'm literally broke, My massive caffeine intake has stopped cold turkey, I've stopped smoking, I'm not drinking on a daily basis, and I've been doing a lot of walking.
I'm at the library every day from open to close. That means I only eat once a day. combined with my regular walks, and cutting out booze, soda and junk food, I've already dropped close to 20 lbs.
But I was afraid that I was using exercising and not eating as just another way of self medicating, and soon enough I would enter into another relationship, or my wife would take me back (not likely) and I would just end up repeating the same behaviors over and over again that end up driving everybody away and ruining every relationship and costing me every job I've ever had.
That brings us to earlier this week. I was feeling real low. My mind is always racing, and it was tormenting me with thoughts, of guilt, remorse, sadness, depression, self-hatred, and I couldn't turn it off. I decided to go for a walk, thinking maybe I could walk away from it somehow, but that wasn't working. It was starting to get dark, there were no cars in sight. I had the whole road to myself.
The harder I tried to let go, the less it worked. I try to keep my attention on the present moment and bypass my ego, bypass my thinking, but ego kept finding a backdoor to torment me. My wife has had enough of me, my parents have had enough of me. I miss Sacramento, and I have no way to get down there. I was convinced that when I got remarried that this was would be my last chance at love, and life, and now I blew it just like I always do. I can't live another day with this torment, and guilt.
I reached my breaking point.
It was a little after 8pm. I was walking down a mile long stretch of paved road that has the residential neighborhood my folks live in, on one side and a school and some farms on another. It's the dividing line between old, rural Queen Creek, and new suburbia Queen Creek. I walked into the middle of the road, and sat in the left turn lane, legs crossed in the half lotus position. I closed my eyes and told myself that I'm going to settle all these issues, put this torment to rest once and for all, and make peace with whats happened to me in life, and I'm not gonna move until I resolve it all. The cops may end up forcibly removing me, or scraping my brains off this road, but I wasn't moving until I made peace with myself.
I didn't know what else to do. I was that desperate.
I believe in God, but not the Christian God. Not the old, angry man in the sky. I believe God is, as whats been called, "The One Consciousness" or "The Universal Mind" and I believe that we are all connected to that, its just for most of us, that connecting link is dirty and corroded because we either hardly ever take advantage of that connection or we don't believe it exists. I'm not trying to start a debate, that's just my view.
I was in tremendous emotional agony. I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I turned to that voice within and asked why have I always been so angry? why have I always sabotaged every chance a happiness in life? Why was everything always so hard for me? Why have I caused so much pain and misery to the few people who have actually loved me?
I've asked these questions before to that voice within, but I've never gotten any answers. However I don't think I was asking right all those times before. If I ever asked these questions before, I was asking with an agenda, usually with no other interest than to appease my ego, by getting that person or thing back in my life, and fulfill my definition of what I thought I needed to be happy in life? I never got any answers when I asked from that place.
I made my plea to God, and kept quiet. My resolve was firm, I was not getting up and getting off of this road until I figured it out...I kept my eyes closed. I tried focusing on my breathing but my thoughts were too powerful. They kept baiting me into the same old circles of endless self-abuse, guilt and torment. I kept my eyes closed. I have a realization, not a thought a feeling. Maybe I'm not bipolar. Maybe I'm just guilty of compulsive thinking. If I could learn to stop the compulsive thinking and learn to live in just present moment awareness, I could stop tormenting myself. That kind of realization is an attack on the ego, and it was there to fight back. Every time, I tried to let go of my thinking, my thoughts, my ego fought back, each time stronger than the last.
It wasn't working. I felt like I was burning inside. I didn't want to go though another 40 years of this kind of torment any longer. I wanted this to stop, and not for any selfish reasons. I was sick of the depression, the misery, the constant mood swings, and highs and lows. Not because I wanted anything, or anyone. I just wanted to be at peace, and enjoy my life, however that looked like.
There was no way in hell I was gonna get up and get off this road. I was beginning to think they were going to have to scrape me off of it. There are hardly any lights on this road. I didn't have any ID. I wondered how long it would take to notify my parents. I wondered if they would even bother calling my wife to tell her. Or if she would even care. I was breathing heavy, tears rolling down my cheeks. I stood up and said out loud to that voice within,
DAMMIT! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE. I'M TRYING BUT NOTHINGS WORKING. PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO.PLEASE, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
My head fell in my hands, I was blubbering like a child. I had given up. Then I finally heard that voice answer back for the first time ever.
Be good to yourself. Do you understand?
What do you mean be good to myself? What kind of crap answer is that? Why should I be good to myself, I suck right now. I can't do anything right. Nothing ever works for me. I've ruined two marriages. I'm almost 40, no job, no money. I'm nowhere near where I should be in life. Nowhere near where other people my age are. Why should I reward myself by being good to myself at this point! huh?
Be good to yourself. Do you understand? I suddenly remembered that David Icke video I was looking at the other day. He said everything we see and everyone we meet in this world are just projections of whats going on in our own heads. If somethings not right in our life and we try to solve it by changing whats on the outside, its like combing the mirror. When we change whats inside, then we change whats on the outside.
Be good to yourself. Do you understand?
If that's true then maybe everything I complained about and accused my wife of doing to me, happened because I was doing it to myself. I accused her of being overly demanding with me, impatient, not understanding, not nice or affectionate. But in reality I was being overly demanding with myself, not nice to myself. She accused me of being impatient and too hard on Ava. In reality I was actually being impatient and too hard on myself. This marriage doesn't look the way I want it to so I can be happy.
Be good to yourself. Do you understand?
Shit. I start to rewind the clock. I see that every relationship I've ever had, both my wives, every girlfriend I ever accused of being, mean, bossy, demanding, rigid, having a love that was based on conditions. That happened because I was doing it to myself.
The more relationships that failed the more hard I was on myself therefore more relationships failed. It was a sick, cycle of dysfunction and self abuse.
Be good to yourself. Do you understand?
I was starting to understand. I haven't experienced lasting love or goodness or happiness in my life because I've never gave it too myself. I was punishing myself. Time to turn back the clock some more. Where did this all start. When did I start punishing myself, and why? Every time I was picked on at school, I didn't fit in, I was a minority living in white suburbia, going to mostly white Catholic schools, I didn't fit in with the other kids, I wasn't smart enough, I didn't have as many friends, I got turned down for dates. My parents didn't show the affection or understanding that I thought they should. I didn't finish college like everyone else. Nothing is going right, I'm not as far ahead as everyone else in life, I've been frustrated and impatient and demanding of myself ever since I was a child. I had this solid, inflexible idea of how I should look, how my life should look, how my relationships should look, and when that didn't look exactly the way I wanted it too. I punished myself. After all why should treat myself good when I've failed in all these areas. I must punish myself so I'll try harder.
And if something good did come along, then I would tell myself. Hey remember you don't deserve anything good, you suck, you're a failure, so I would punish myself even more by not letting myself have anything that was good in life.
But that shit don't work. Like combing the mirror. I'm beating myself up, then looking at the mirror and what I see is beat up, and I get mad at myself for that and beat myself up more then just get more confused when I see that everything I'm looking at in the mirror is beat up too. I've been beating myself up for shit that's happened ever since I was a child.
THAT'S IN THE PAST, AND EVERYONE HAS MOVED ON BUT YOU. NOBODY IS PUNISHING YOU, OR TORMENTING YOU BUT YOU NOW. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
OK, so maybe for once in my lifeI can start loving myself. I never knew what that meant to love myself. It means to be accepting of myself, be understanding of myself. Encourage myself, not put harmful things in my body, Not berate or call myself names. Be flexible with myself.
If I'm good to myself, then others will be good to me. Others are good to me because I am good to myself. Stop combing the mirror.
Be good to yourself. Do you understand?
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You. Yes, I understand now.
This didn't all happen instantaneous. It was a long process, it was painful too realize the truth, my ego didn't wanna believe it, I was in denial. I was wracked with pain,and tears as it seemed I was purging myself of my inner demons who didn't go without a good fight, all along just that kind, deep voice from within, patiently repeating, "Be good to yourself."
I don't have to cope with this situation by reading every damn self help book in the library. I don't have to search the Rig Veda for special Sanskrit Mantras that have special powers. I don't have to have Eckhart Tolle's Audiobooks in my ear 24/7. Thats just self medicating just like how I nearly drank myself to death 12 years ago with my first divorce. All those authors, all that advice can be summed up with just 4 words - Be Good to Yourself.
I was amazed at how simple, yet elegant God speaks. Encyclopedias of information conveyed in just 4 little words. A lifetime of therapy wouldn't have given me that kind of insight.
Now it's not like I'm crapping rainbows of pure conscious, light, love and sushine. But I've stopped that bad habit of compulsive thinking. In my experience thinking is overrated. I've started to let my gut, my conscience start handling my problems instead of my mind. Sure I have dark thoughts like everybody I'm human. But thats just what the mind does, and I can let it be and I don't have to play into that. Thats being good to myself. I'm not in pure bliss or anything. But I've decided to just let life take me where it wants to. As long as I'm being good to myself, I can set goals and I will achieve them. But I don't get to decide how long its going to take to get there. That's for God/The Universe/whatever you wanna call it to decide. I don't have to beat myself up because its taking too long, or it doesn't look the way I think it should or because other people have more than I do. Thats not being good to myself.
You may be all JOE ATHEIST and think thats all just a bunch of bullshit, and you'd be absolutely right. I'm only trying to share my experience. I can honestly tell you it's true. Thats too complex to have made up. I'm not trying to entertain anybody so much as I'm just trying to share my story. Let anyone who cares know, that I'm going to be ok, and by writing this I'm kinda purging myself, getting rid of all this baggage once and for all.
Personal history must be constantly renewed by telling parents,
relatives, and friends everything one does. On the other hand, for the
warrior who has no personal history, no explanations are needed; nobody
is angry or disillusioned with his acts. And above all, no one pins him
down with their thoughts and their expectations. - Carlos Castaneda
If you give up your personal history then you don't have to live up to others people's opinions of you, and mostly your opinion of yourself.
PS: As I was writing this, I was called and officially offered the job that I had been wanting. I start tuesday. And I was called by the other people I had applied to for a second part-time job, who I'm meeting with on Monday.
Thought I'd post this on my blog, so no one can accuse me of using Facebook as a platform to whine and cry. At least if you're here, you're here by choice.
My wife is divorcing me. I haven't been home in 2 weeks, I am not being spoken to. Calls are not being returned. Emails not answered. Doors are not being opened. You understand?
I'm penniless, and soon to be homeless. Just as my wife finally got tired of my bullshit, my parents have pretty much tired of it too.
The good news? It appears I've found a job. It's not the greatest job. It's a dead end job with little pay and no room for advancement, but its doing something I'm really going to enjoy. I am looking for a second job too. However I may not have enough time to get the money together that I need to move out. I'm waiting to pass the background check so I can hopefully start work next monday, but we'll see.
I feel like the boy who cried wolf. Similar situations have happened so many times now that nobody really gives a shit how I'm feeling. It's just crazy old me, being his crazy old self. But this is different.
I'm experiencing fear:
of being 40 years old and alone,
who's gonna want a 40 year old two time looser.
of being homeless,
fear of being unloved/unlovable,
fear because I don't know what the hell I'm going to do.
I'm experiencing guilt:
that I was a total asshole and drove away the very people I didn't wanna loose. that I
the same shit that I always do and blow it every God damn time.
I'm beating myself up:
for blowing what I sure was my last chance at a happy romantic life.
I'm experiencing incredible sadness
:because I have no one to talk to. that just like last time, this divorce will cost me my friends,
Now the video on top is interesting. What David Icke says about the human soul is what a lot of Eastern Religion and people like Deepak Chopra, Wayne Dyer and Eckhart Tolle have been saying for a while now. But I love the image that he tells of trying to change your world by changing whats on the outside is like trying to comb your hair by combing the mirror. Unfortunately, if you continue to read into David Icke, you'll find he has a wonderful view of the human soul and spirit but his message is also sprinkled with tales of aliens, conspiracies, the illuminati, and reptile people. But what he says about the human soul and consciousness is spot on.
It's true that while the eyes take in the light of objects, it's the brain that does the "seeing" the brain is telling the eyes what to look at! What it decides to look at is based on our past conditioning. It's literally true that when we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change.
I'll give you one better. You don't actually SEE anything! Your eyes are only taking in the light reflected off an object, light that is ultimately interpreted by the brain. You may see my soon to be ex stepdaughters play room and think, "oh how cute!" while I say, "Sheesh what a frikkin mess!"
And I'll give you even one better than that! we don't touch anything either. Before I can touch the table, the electrons in my hand react against the electrons in the table. Our brain is conditioned to believe we touch. Kinda like the matrix.
So we live in a world where nobody touches, or actually sees anything other than what mind believes is going on. We live in a giant hologram. This is all an illusion, and what we are is just one pure consciousness experiencing itself in different ways. What we see and experience is the reflection of ourselves. If we don't like what is happening then you gotta change whats inside. Otherwise your just combing the mirror.
I can understand that from an intellectual point of view. I have a knowing deep down inside that tells me this is so. But then my ego, takes over. My view of myself as only the body and mind, then it's like,
well great we live in a hologram well right now my fukkin hologram of a wife is about to divorce me and my holographic emotions are making me feel like shit about it!
But you gotta look within, otherwise all youre doing is combing the mirror.
And don't worry, even though it was only two months since I was institutionalized for trying to kill myself, I'm not going to do anything stupid, other than sit around and pester my wife with text messages she's never going to answer, and read every god damn self help book in the library and watch every guru on youtube.
I've officially on my own. I'm not with my wife, and I've got a deadline of a few weeks to get out of my parents house then I'm officially homeless. I've found a job but I don't start for another couple weeks and I'm looking for donations for clothes, gas so I can get started in a good way for this job.
I'm going to be doing data entry for a law firm. Not the most well paying job, but I'm working on my own, little supervision, no customers, no distractions, kind of a perfect job for me. I'm very excited about it.
I'm also running low on some of my medications, I have no health insurance yet, and my last inhaler is about to run out.
All donations are accepted and appreciated. I have nothing to offer you in return at the moment except my gratitude, good karma and my promise to keep this page up and running and hopefully as entertaining as possible.
OK so I've decided to start another more serious type blog.
www.zencustomerserviceblog.blogspot.com draws on my customer service experience both in retail and in call centers. Call centers have some of the highest turnover out of any job around. It is a thankless, underpaid, under-appreciated, dead end job. Learning how to deal with abuse, and humiliation for hours on end, on a daily a basis is not only necessary, its practically a job requirement. In this blog, I try to draw on basic tenets of Eastern Philosophy to create a more enlightened approach to customer service.
Unlike other blogs or books on customer service are written by academic and business people with degrees who may know all about businesses and customer service, yet have never worked in a call center a day in their life. I'm a soldier, who's been in the trenches and can speak from experience.
Please have a look over there and let me know what you think.
Wanna see a movie, that will change your life forever? Then the real question is:
Just how far down the rabbit hole do you want to go?
For those people who aren't spiritual or religious. This movie presents scientific proof of the connection between all humans, quantum physics and consciousness.
Some ideas discussed in the film are:
The universe is best seen as constructed from thought (orideas) rather than from substance.
"Empty space" is not empty.
Matter is not solid. Electrons pop in and out of existence and it is unknown where they disappear to.
Beliefs about who one is and what is real are a direct cause of oneself and of one's own realities.
Peptides manufactured in the brain can cause a bodily reaction to emotion.
Enjoy, and please leave your comments after watching, thanks!
Binaural beats tones are auditory processing artifacts, or apparent
sounds, the perception of which arises in the brain for specific physical
stimuli. This effect was discovered in 1839 by Heinrich Willhelm Dove, and
earned greater public awareness in the late 20th century based on claims that
binaural beats could help induce relaxation, meditation, creativity and other
desirable mental states. The effect on the brainwaves depends on the difference
in frequencies of each tone: for example, if 300 Hz was played in one ear
and 310 in the other, then the binaural beat would have a frequency of
10 Hz.
The brain produces a phenomenon resulting in low-frequency pulsations in the
amplitube and sound localization of a perceived sound when two tones at
slightly different frequencies are presented separately, one to each of a
subject's ears, using stereo headphones. A beating tone will be perceived, as
if the two tones mixed naturally, out of the brain. The frequencies of the
tones must be below 1,000 hz for the beating to be noticeable. The difference
between the two frequencies must be small (less than or equal to 30 Hz)
for the effect to occur; otherwise, the two tones will be heard separately and
no beat will be perceived.
Binaural beats reportedly influence the brain in more subtle ways through
the entrainment of brainwaves and have been claimed to reduce anxiety
and provide other health benefits such as control over pain.- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Binaural_beats
As well as supposedly simulate the effects of drugs, and narcotics...hehehe...
I hate the band Tool. I've pretended that I like them since the mid 1990's just so my other hard rock friends would think I'm cool like them, but I'm almost 40 now, I'm sick of pretending, and I don't care what people think anymore. So I'm going on the record,
I f*kkin HATE Tool.
ooh, you're not afraid to have a weird haircut, you're such a rebel, what an important social statement you're making, pffft!
I find their music, pseudo-intellectual garbage. So they wrote a song that corresponds to the Fibonacci Sequence (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tool_%28band%29). So what, we're supposed think you're the Da Vinci Code of rock bands just because you can f*kking add?
Here's another song that corresponds to another famous 'sequence' This should be right up your alley.
Oh and you're so cool because you know who Bill Hicks is and you included bits of his act in your album? I tell you what here's the obscure comedian who I'm going to put in my album so I can be cool like you.
Oh yeah and there's the whole 'I can't face the audience.' You gotta be a real prick to expect people to cough up $15 bucks for a cd, $50 for a concert ticket and drink $10 beers all night, just to be told that the band's lead singer is more comfortable with his back to the crowd. Well you sure are comfortable taking your fans money, and what do they get in return? they get to see some douche sing to a wall?
F*ck you! act like a man! If you're man enough to take people's hard earned money, at least be man enough to face these idiots who are convinced you're some some sort of God, you big pussy.
Oh, whats that now?
the songs are a personal journey for him and he has a hard time with
the glare of the lights when he’s trying to reproduce these emotions for
the audience. He needs a bit of personal space, and he feels more
comfortable in the shadows - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tool_%28band%29
Well, I can't possibly imagine the kind of personal space needed to produce such heartfelt lyrical gems as:
My shadow's
shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
What a personal journey that must've been when you wrote that, or did you steal it from a 14 year old, Hot Topic, Mall Goths poetry journal, which you found inside her Nightmare Before Christmas, Jack Skelton Lunch Box?
Besides the fact that I think "Maynard James Keenan" is the most ridiculous stage name since "Jello Biafra," he is a pretensious, asshole...want proof? In the following interview, he was asked 13 simple questions by this website and he can't give a straight answer to even the simplest question.
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1. Who are your heroes?
When you say “Heroes” do you mean like survivors or those who were lost and now found? Or do you mean like Super Heroes?
I don’t own any comic books, but I have seen their movies.
2. When was the last time you said today was a good day? What is today? Is today Tuesday? I’d have to look at a calendar
to pin point the exact day. But if Today is in fact Tuesday, it was
today.
I think. 3. What or who still inspires you to keep on keeping on? Again. I’m gonna need a few more details here. Some specific nugget that helps me direct my focus. Do you like nuggets? 4. What would you rather be doing right now? Nothing I’d rather be doing right now than what I’m doing that
is not the things I don’t like doing. Things that I don’t like doing I
generally don’t do now. I usually do them later or not at all. Many
activities fall into both of these categories. In the interest of
keeping these responses short, let’s narrow the scope to what would I
rather be doing now fully clothed and sober. And we’ll build from there. 5. If you weren’t making art, what do you think you’d be doing? Art is a very subjective individual with no patience or
patients since he lost his license to practice. To suggest that I made
him, although flattering, is a bit like idol worship on your part. You
should see a Doctor. Not Art though. That would be illegal. 6. Who would you rather eat dinner with, Danny Devito or Dog The Bounty Hunter? Heh. I had to read that question a few times. In my head it
said something different and I started to puzzle out what sort of
cuisine/spices would go well with a 1944 First growth Devito. But I
misread the question. So now I’m just hungry and embarrassed. 7. What makes you cringe? Is cringe a word? It must be cause spell check didn’t try to
spank me just now. I should look up the word cringe on Wiki to see if
they have some fun facts to go along with the definition… Pause… Ok. Not
a spin off music term emerging in the wake of the Seattle “Grunge”
phase those poor kids had to endure. There was Munge, Booodge, and
Fudgit. But no Cringe. So I’m at a loss. 8. Give us your best recipe? Let us have it! This reminds me of a Steven Wright joke. Something about instant water. “What do you add?” heh. That was funny. 9. Do you have hope for this new generation of kids who
worship Lindsay Lohan, suck down TMZ, download music (and have never
even owned one cd or lp) and fast food gobbling generation that is in
their teenage years right now? Or are they a lost cause? As long as they/she has an ID that says she’s 18 or older, it’s all gonna work out for someone. 10. What in the world is affecting you right now? WHOA! Why? Can you tell I’m distracted? That’s fuckin trippy.
Can you see me right now? Are you like that Romper Room chic with the
creepy ping pong paddle? I just woke up and I was up late working in the
winery. And my phone just rang, but I’m doing my best to focus on these
questions. Lighten up. 11. The 80′s or the 90′s? And why? Now you’re really freaking me out. I was just thinking of time
machines when you typed that. Or when I read it or whatever. Do you have
one? Is that code for you have one? Seriously? That would be very very
cool. 12. What could you NOT live with out? I assume you are excluding the obvious stuff. But fuck, dude.
If you have a time machine we wouldn’t need anything. We could just go
back and forth when we needed something. Like water. Or food. Or food
and shelter and clothing. From Barney’s. What can your time machine not
live without. THAT is the more important question, McFly. 13. Give the internet some words to live by…. I have no idea what that means.
Jeezus! would it kill you to just answer one f*kking question.
Tool lead their fans on into thinking that they're smarter than the rest of rock fans if they can find the hidden decoder puzzle in their lyrics, but its a bunch of bullshit.
The only puzzles that you unlock is that,
* wow, you can add numbers * wow, you looked up, evolution, organized religion and Carl Jung on wikipedia and read just enough to convince your legions of retarded fans, that you're so smart, and intellectual. _____________________________________________
