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You know what… I have some extra filmmaking gear lying around that I promised I’d give away a while back…I was going to save it all for our end-of-the-year giveaway, but I’ll give away one item now…HOW’S THAT…
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…
I’m finishing up my website right now that is suppose to showcase my talents/abilities. The typical writing samples, resumes, cover letter, photo’s, and videos will be submitted in it. I will not conform to professional standards where it takes away from personal individuality.
I’ve made profiles just to show employers my ‘professional’ side. I’ve changed my real name on Facebook, because I’ve lost the privilege to act drunk and stupid without it catching up to me. The digital world has led to many advantages and disadvantages. I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not with my website. I believe in personality and compatibility.
Successful businesses are created with the personality of its employees who have common ‘core’ values. People like to lie and pretend to be something they’re not, especially when it comes to their ‘professional’ side. I chose not to conform to those standards.
People always think they need to act a certain way to fit in…yeah— those are the followers. The people who don’t put on a show and embrace themselves for who they are— Those are the leaders.
God handed me a hockey stick for a temporary amount of time. Every time I stepped on the ice I’d give everything I had and leave it all out there. The sport was my addiction and seeing myself excel in it was the best high I ever achieved. The blood rush from it was the greatest feeling I could never describe. My career in hockey ended with cat-scan results and the doctor’s voice echoing over me, “you’ve had too many concussions to continue.” This sport was my life and I had to leave it for all the right but wrong reasons.
I’ve been searching for this ‘high’ hockey gave me for a long time. I finally found it 6 weeks before I graduate college. The gift God handed me next was a camera to replace the emptiness in my hands.
After this I happened I found my voice, and not the one I use in presentations to fool my teachers, but the voice that has passion and heart behind its words. I’m not trying to be some huge film maker or a big shot star. I’m trying to show the world my vision. It doesn’t matter if no one likes it. There’s somethings in life you do for yourself and this is one of them. Sometimes life finds you and it’s up to you to recognize it or not.
The infamous wall-dancer brought laughs to my NYE, among other things. I worked NYE and the night definitely wasn’t one to put in the books, but the events that happened in it weren’t that dull. My whole entire night consisted of serving drinks and waiting for my shift to end (I bartend). There was this one particular gentleman that was very entertaining, yet sad all at the same time. He came into the bar by himself on NYE yikes. I understand that not everyone has a special someone to be with, but since the man was on his phone dialing up every girl in his phone book I did not feel sorry for him. He was about 35 years old, 250lbs, bald head, huge beer belly, and was wearing a spandex black workout shirt tucked in. I’m not a fashion expert, but really a spandex shirt? The sight was an eye sore and his beer belly could be mistaken for a baby in the womb. I was over hearing his conversations with some women on the phone:
Pregnant Man: I mean, what are you on this dating site for anyways?
Pregnant Man: Hey listen, I’m not your boyfriend, just your doctor trying to help guide you through life.
Pregnant Man: I got a hotel room in Oak Brook if your not doing anything.
In my head I was thinking: “Sir you are a pathetic excuse for a man and there must be a reason why no one wants to go home with you. It might be because they’re embarrassed to be seen with a circus animal.”
I could just imagine people waiting in line to rub this mans belly thinking it will bring them good fortune, the American Buddha, step in line folks $5 for a rub.
It only got worse for this lonely man as he attempted to have random heart to heart’s with nameless woman. A part of me felt bad for this man and the other part of me now understood why movies get made.
The bar closed, I then went to a house party with my boss. It was 2:00 am on the biggest drinking night of the year, so you could imagine how wasted everyone was. Alcohol brings out different characteristics in certain people, its usually not their best traits. When I walked in, I saw a crowd full of guys and this girl who was very attractive, but clearly too drunk to be standing. The music was playing as she bobbed like a fishing lure, holding on to the counter-top. She went from hanging on the counter top to dancing with the wall. The whole problem was the wall was a better dancer than her. The wall can’t even move, wow.
This girl clearly needs to go to bed, but caught the boogie nights fever. I did not stay long enough to see this aftermath, but I could only imagine she started dancing with the stove next.
I would like to say thank you, infamous wall dancer and I approve of your choice drinking in a closed environment. I’m sure the rest of the group would agree as well. I however, do not approve of tucked in spandex shirts. I hope our American Buddha dresses better for 2012 or deactivates from online dating sights. In his case, I would suggest a mail-order bride to fix his cure for loneliness.
If you have seen the Comedy Central show, South Park, then its easy to define “Ginger Kids” because they dedicated a entire show to this demographic. A “Ginger Kid” is a person with red hair, freckles, and is pale as a ghost.
I was speaking with a girl the other day who happens to be a ginger, and thinks I am as well. I had to break her the news that I am not a “Ginger kid”, but a “Strawberry Kid”. She was confused so I explained, a “Strawberry Kid” has brown hair, freckles, and a red beard. Unlike the ginger kids, we do have the ability to get tan. She was shocked that me, the Strawberry, was so defensive over my position on the issue. We have to know when to pick our battles right? Plain and Simple, I do have a soul, I am a Strawberry. I’m trying to brand this term for me and all the other strawberries out there so we will not have to be associated with the term, “Ginger Kid”, ever again.
I unfortunately did not come up with this term, but a very attractive woman at The Bar 10 Doors on Taylor Street did. So I am going to double coin it, by posting this. I want to give hope to all those “Strawberries” out there by doing so. If you are a “Ginger Kid” please do not be offended, but I’m Strawberry and proud.