Swinging on the Radio


We set out daily to accomplish task after task, get back home and rest. I once heard someone say to those who constantly wait for the weekend, they are abandoning 5/7ths of their lives. I have found myself caught up in the grind of weekdays consisting of mind numbing work, only for me to return home and do the thing I wanted to do. I make it a point to find work in my day to day life that is not going to numb my mind. If I let the blade dull for a moment, it will take me much longer to regain the sharpness that I had lost. My mind is always moving and because of that, sometimes even exciting tasks become dull to my senses.

I don’t mean this only within the guidelines of a workforce either. This happens within personal relationships and our passions too. Sometimes we pile so much onto ourselves that all the noise becomes mind numbing. Each task is just something we need to get done. I feel this way about food now, which is a shame to me because cooking has been a passion of mine for years. I focused so intently on my work and my job that eating regularly was kind of swept to the side. I just looked at each new plate as another pile of nourishment that I needed to consume so that I wouldn’t die. Eating became a dull task, and I instinctively remove dull tasks from my life, so I would forget to eat. I still regularly forget to eat because I don’t think about it, but it is not because I have forgotten the value or the importance of a home cooked meal, it’s simply because my mind is focused on other things nearly all the time.

When this happens, when we are drowning in our own projects or ideas we can grow weary and lose sight of our goals. Everything comes across as static to me when I am overwhelmed, or bored. Either extreme feeds me nothing. The weight of having innumerable tasks to complete bears down on me so much that the pressure suffocates me, and the vast emptiness of boredom on the other side saps all of the focus from me and I end up sitting in my chair staring at my computer wondering what to do. I spend so much time swinging between these two extremes that it begins to wear on me and I have to force myself to start over and get back on track.

I feel this so powerfully in moments between swings. When the pendulum is just close enough to solid ground for me to hear the noise of the homes, the oven timer, the alarm clocks and the radio below me before I am ripped back up to mind numbing boredom or blistering work routines.

In those short moments I would hear a dripping coming from the radio, a radio that I purchased to listen to my own thoughts and my own ideas in return. It is an introspective piece of me that I left behind as tremors rocked my home and set me off on this back and forth pattern. I am either writing thousands of words a day and working on YouTube videos or playing video games for much longer than usual, with no real goal or relaxation in mind behind the monotony.

Something that people don’t talk about, I think, is that being busy can be its own form of monotony. We can have hundreds of tasks lined up and eventually, they all become part of an assembly line. Write the book, plan a new book, edit the first book, writ the second book, upload youtube videos, record more videos, plan a third book, edit the second book, release the first book, blend your poetry into your blog, panic approaching release dates, push the dates back, write a fourth book, plan to release a second, create clothing, cook food for your girlfriend, go Christmas shopping, get gas, pay your bills, make sure you can have rent on time, write a sixth book, make sure your blog posts aren’t late, I guess you could take a break now right? Game for an hour. Oh your friends are on, another hour wouldn’t hurt. Okay three. Okay you’ve had enough of this, I wonder what’s on YouTube? Watch the same videos you’ve seen a hundred times. Cook. Consume. Watch a movie. Fit sleep in somewhere. Justify why you don’t spend time with anyone by telling them you’re terribly busy. Know you aren’t that busy, drown yourself with more books, poetry, food, movies, games, music, ideas, projects, passions, and then eventually that thread swinging you back and forth is inevitably going to grow weak…

What happens when it snaps?

I don’t want to know.

I want to sit at home, listening to my blood pump through the radio. Thinking about all I have done and knowing that I can swing away from it for a moment.

It is so easy to get caught up in this trap. Feeling as if we are useless and then drowning in work so that we truly become useless. I am all too familiar with the snare of it and its something I work to get out of every day. When I feel myself drifting too far in one direction I must swing to the other side and breathe for a moment or two and think about the opposite. Should I be working too much I know I need to go out, unwind. Should I be sitting at home watching YouTube or movies or playing games too much I should know to get back to work. Life is a balance, and in the center of it all is us, swinging from one side to another endlessly, wondering if we will ever make it back to solid ground, where hopefully, we can listen to the radio for a while, drink some coffee and rest, knowing that life doesn’t need to be a constant back and forth. We are allowed to take breaks, but we must know that there is a time to leave our break a while and do something we are passionate about. The soft buzz of monotony will destroy us from the inside out, at least, this is true for myself.

If you’re planning to wear something new to your New Years party this year, I have shirts available for sale on Teespring! (They will look great with fruit punch and puke on them.)


The Revival of A City


This week is a big deal to me, it’s the first time that I’ll be releasing a fully completed poem onto the site. Because it is completed, it will be in an image rather than in a big block of text. It’s called “The Revival of A City” + it’s about starting over and what that entails. It’s about hope, and it’s about things that are left behind. I hope that you will love it. There is so much that’s about to happen over on S+ I. I can’t wait to share it all with you. Don’t forget to follow the Facebook page! This poem will be making a big splash over there.


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HIMYM Series 04: Ugly Shirts and Fighting for Love (S01:E04)


Watching “How I Met Your Mother” I always feel a deep connection to it, because the writers did an incredible job of making Ted Mosby just like us, the everyone inside of us that is searching for something. Of course, it isn’t always love. Perhaps it’s success. Perhaps you connect more with Robin and her career, perhaps it’s Barney and his status. I don’t know. I don’t know the inner workings of your mind. But I know mine, and when I watch this show, my mind goes crazy.

In the fourth episode of HIMYM, Ted finds an old shirt he had forgotten about and realizes that he loves it now when he used to dislike it. He finds that he enjoys the taste of bourbon, he believes that this shift in his mind has changed his outlook on relationships and he begins looking through his past relationships to maybe try one out again.

He ends up calling an old girlfriend names Natalie who he had broken the heart for three years prior in the story. They get together and Ted begins feeling the same way again. He decides to break up with her and it destroys her heart again, only the second time she gets angry instead of sad. She ends up kicking the hell out of Ted and leaving, in the same scene we are left with a handful of ideas.

The pessimist inside of me would argue that it means old love can never be reignited, but the optimist, the side of me that is more fun at parties, would say otherwise.

A lot of times in life I think back to previous relationships I have held (or tried to hold) and I wonder how the two of us would work together now that so much has changed. I think a lot of the people I rejected and it makes me wonder, but that wondering isn’t necessarily something to entertain, because in a lot of cases it could be like Natalie. Even if it works out for a while, there is a reason that it didn’t work in the first place. As much as we change as people, we still stay the same, but I still entertain this idea from time to time.

I think that’s because I get lonely sometimes. (Often. Haha… ha.) In the end, it goes back to something that I’ve believed for years.

Love is something we actively do.

There is this huge confusion, I think, in our heads about love and attraction. It’s harder to want to love someone that you aren’t attracted to for obvious reasons, but at the same time love isn’t something that we just fall in to and let exist. It’s a project. It will change and grow and mutate and that is the thing that makes it love. I’ve been attracted to a number of girls over the course of my life, and I loved the ones I did for reasons I held close, but those things didn’t work out. It makes me think about the idea of high school sweethearts.

My best friend will be marrying the love of his life this summer, and they met in high school. When we were still in high school I was always told that high school sweethearts don’t stay together, that there is no hope for them, yet I’ve watched these two overcome every obstacle in their relationship and they are still going strong. Strong enough to get Travis to propose to her, and that thing more than anything else inspires me. That is the thing that reminds me of what love is supposed to be.


Love is supposed to be waking up every day with the intention of loving that person. With the desire to do so. It isn’t about new shirts and liking the taste of bourbon. It isn’t about sock monkeys and cute candles and big birthday celebrations. It’s about choices that we make as humans every day.

I don’t know a lot about love, but I do know one thing, if I choose to love you, I will do so forever. I’m not the kind of guy that wants to fall out of love a hundred times before I figure out my life. I’m the kind of guy that wants to love. Period. Forever.

I want to be like Travis and Cass. Whether they know it or not, they are the Marshall and Lily to my Ted. They are my inspiration. They are my friends and they, along with my parents, are the reminders that I hold every day to show me what love is really about.


Choices. Friendship. Bonding. Waking up, and knowing that you are there to stay.

That’s what I want. That’s what a lot of us want, I think. It’s just up to us to make that choice and have that choice made about us, which to be honest, scares me to pieces.

But I’m willing to fight through that fear. I do it every day. Because I choose to. Because I’m still learning. Because I’m fighting for what I believe in. That’s what love is, so put on a shirt and love someone today. Whatever way you can.