January 7, 2025
This morning proceeding from the Bolla Mart to my work program serving my time. I posted a silly reel on IG of “my coffee journey in the hood.”
This was purely a joke. This term blows my mind. This opinion started developing while getting my daily dose of youtube in yesterday.
A video pops up called the tour of my truck camper and buildout. I click it and I see a guy open a tailgate on a Ford truck and proceed to point and a milk crate table, a bed made from half a sheet of plywood and a camping stove. He says “ the build took a few weeks and some thought.” Followed by again the term “ please follow along in my truck camper journey as we make adventures together.”
Some use this term “journey” when refering to a build being done. Or a life experience.
In some cases ill let it ride. I mean it has been aplied countless times to some living sober. And day to day in that life there are real moments of struggle as well as accomishment.
Or like my good friend Christo shooting photos while going from NYC to yellowstone or another amazing park or place. ( ill leave a link to him in IG stories after the post to this.)
But its like me getting off my couch and walking to my toilet. Am I going to have a journey and invite folks along for it.
Call it my fecal journey; the trials of an empty roll of tp.
Come on folks. Get with your content and bring back meaningful shit. What is happening on such a great platform like youtube and even on IG. Folks will post anything and its content. Its amazing and ooo watch and like me.
GTF out of here with that bullshit.
Sorry for this rant. 2025 is going to be me getting back to being myself again. Im tired of all the shit every person and group out there creates and if you dont acknowledge them and show them love your a big nasty hatin’ machine.
Some people need to get the fuck over them selves.
Ok so after a bit of thought and wondering why I seem bitter and snappy torward certain things. My self reflection has led me to feel that when growing up in the 70s,80s,and 90s. When we were kids we saw every problem as huge. It was like this life changing circumstance. Then we would learn that shit we were dealing with in perspective to others in the world was trivial in some.
In other words id never trade my skeletons and other shit in my closet for someone elses. And we learned this at what I see as the right age.
Me personally will never use the term “ adulting” its almost a trigger word for me because its people my own age and at ages were you should be able to handle simple everyday shit. The term journey for some reason fell and will jeep falling into this groove for me.
I seem to have a problem accepting it from some around me when there are 30 to 35 year olds I interact with that act like 10 year old kids and expect to be coddled with simple everyday functions, within the workplace and people I pass on the street. And in some cases you see it in the scope of friendships as well.
This goes back to mental health. Am I a fucked up individual. Yes I am. But I have learned to function and be stable and happy 80% of the time. While also being a single dad. Working a shit job as a part of the middle class cogset that gets ridden.
My frustrations are just there. And im letting it be known from now on.
So please join me on my “journey” of putting the grit back into everyday life through expression in my work and in my attitude. Sorry but not sorry if I offend some. And bye to those that cant handle it. Maybe you need to stop pretending the old days were great though dress and hair style and live in the world your in today.
Fin.