Coldplay .... now that's a movement I can get behind. The song Fix You I always thought was referring to someone fixing someone elses problems. But here's the deal folks .... you need to double your dosage, accept your fucked up and learn that there is a good kinda crazy and then there's the bad.
We all see the news. The real bad asses, the sickos. We're not talking about them. But most of the people on the planet are unstable at best (or at least the one's I've been fortunate enough to know) and as everyones throwing around the he said, she said we forget that right there in the middle of it all is our own egos pursing, perpetrating and demanding that the madness remain while we whine and moan that "we just want to be happy."
Well, I'm going to let you in on a little secret ... fly on over the coocoos nest and have a seat next to me on the therapy couch ... its good. And I mean really good. Acceptance of ones self is liberating, loaded with accolades and better than any drugs I've ever taken. I've written about drama before and yeah there are days that down covers, chocolate, scotch on the rocks (the good scotch) and lifetime movies are in order, but enjoy the drama. The kind you create and also the kind you are lucky enough to stumble upon. Then run .... run like the place is on fire.
When you get far enough away bathe in the fact that you just experienced something real, that you learned something valuable and hopefully all you got was just your eyebrows burned off. Bad experiences have so much more to get out of them. And mostly, after the tears anyway, some very mother fucking funny shit to talk about. The old term, "were gonna laugh about this later" ... you will, hard and loud. Again hopefully with all limbs still intact.
I have been complaining and whining about my life for so long now when I hear myself speak I'm getting on my own fucking nerves. Shut the hell up and move on to your next embarrassing moment. Cause it's coming. Suck it up, put your big girl pants on and realize ... ummmm ... yeah, the law of attraction is real and you are bringing this ridiculous shit into your own life.
Unless of course it's your family coming and they're hell bent on living out there fantasy of being on the X-Factor when they really have no talent and you have to sit there and lie that it is really cool to be the fastest guy to shotgun a beer while getting tazed. Who Does That?!
