I love the shimmer of my anchors on a crisp white uniform. I get goose bumps every single time I put my uniform on.
Do you ever wonder if karma waits until your much older to pay you back? Have you ever wondered why some people can become elderly and go in their golden years with little or no issues and then you have some people that just appear to be tortured until they die?
I was comparing my mother and father in my thoughts today as I was pushing my sister in her wheelchair. My father was a real mean and selfish bastard for many years before he became a nicer person as he aged of course and when he died, he had a horrible painful fight with renal cancer. He suffered an overwhelming deal before he died. My mother was a combination of all sorts but generally a loving person with a good heart. Her suffering was minimal but she wasn't always a *nice* person either.
As I was thinking, I just wondered if their karma came back to collect and kick them in the ass. Then I wondered about my karma as well. I am human and I have did some pretty fucked up things to some people. So it makes me wonder. I mean, I know God forgives. Yet, I still feel like karma and God's forgiveness are two different things. I don't know. I was just curious.
Maybe I'm just reading too much into my thoughts however, it does make me wonder what will happen when I'm an elderly woman. Will karma come to collect? To be honest, I sure hope not because if it does, I'm totally screwed.
What are your thoughts? Feel free to share.
"When you turn toward the sunshine, shadows fall behind you."
~ Helen Keller
I try hard to not look in the rear view mirror. Yesterday is in the past and I can't change it. I can only learn from it and keep going.
Who remembers this???
Have you ever had somebody make you so mad that you just want to take their toothbrush and go clean the bathroom with it?
I had a roommate once that I loved to death but I hated her boyfriend. One time he got into my business and we had a very heated exchange of curse words.
Later that day as I was getting ready to go out, I saw this nice blue toothbrush sitting in the toothbrush holder. All I wanted to do was rub the toothbrush along the pissy side of the toilet bowl.
Let just say, I was a different person back then. Maybe I did it. Maybe I didn't.
What do you think?
Do you think I did it?
Today, I'm just in the mood to talk. If I tell you mine…will you tell me yours?
I'm first and foremost…a Sailor. I have hit my fair share of foreign ports and excessive parties. However, there have been only a few instances when the day after was a disaster.
The most absolute, utter fail, and totally over the top hang over came after a night of bar/base hopping in Okinawa, Japan.
They have this drink called a Strong Island and to be fair, it's basically a Long Island Ice Tea on steroids. The potency of this drink…OMG!!! It's potent. After one, you have and nice warm fuzzy feeling. The second one has you pretty damn nice. If you are stupid enough, myself included, three or more, it's basically the phase before the blackout.
I managed to walk out of the first bar, in my stilettos and into another club across the street. Here is where I made one of many mistakes at this point. I put myself on a collision course to fail when I had to buy a drink to get in.
Why??? Why did I do it?
Cause…I'm stupid. That's why.
I ordered a Tequila Sunrise…yes you read correctly. I MIXED drinks!!! The first three really didn't take effect immediately but after an hour or two…mixed with several shots of random shit…the bulkhead was basically the only reason I was still standing.
Fast forward. Some dumbass decided I should eat something. Worst mistake of the night. The ultimate worst mistake. Food and alcohol do not mix well with me at all. Just like water and alcohol don't mix well for me either. I can't have either one when I'm drinking.
Long story short…I bar hopped a bit more. Then threw up EVERY WHERE in my barracks room. There wasn't a spot on or near my bed that I didn't miss. Sadly, I slept in it too.
When I woke up the next evening, the pain from my head, dizziness, and the ability to make coherent sentences was overwhelming.
The Japanese lady who came into my room to clean it left and came back with cleaning supplies and told me to clean the room myself. I have never been so grossed out in my life. Last time I did that.
Here are my top three remedies for a monster hang over:
1. Sleep it off if you can.
2. Steamed rice and 2 aspirin. I don't know…it seems to work for me.
3. If all else fails…have another drink.
I told…I'm a Sailor. We play by different rules. IJS.
What's your favorite hang over story or remedy? Please share.
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I hear faint sounds of the running water from the shower. Steam billows out of the shower stall. Condensation beads up one the mirror. Silence as the water shuts off. Slam. The shower door slams and he steps out. Water is running down his body. He checks himself out in the mirror as he roughly drying his body off.
The towel is tightly wrapped around his waist. The bulge of his manhood is visible…like it's calling out for someone to listen. Lusting… someone keeps watching from the doorway, peeking as he prepares to put his clothes on.
Slap, slap, slap. The sound his hands are making as he puts lotion on his body. Those hands, nothing gentle about them. He lotions up like he is washing his car.
Yet someone is distracted. Someone is remembering how gentle he was. When his mind opens to his special place in his mind he lets his naughty side come out.
Those fingers, slippery tongue, and passionate lips that kissed, licked, and stroked those special places. Those fingers had someone lusting for him. As they moved methodically and rhythmically in all of the right places.
Slap, slap, slap. Just like that someone was reminded that those hands wreak destruction. There's no gentleness in them.
He's standing by the bed in his boxers all oiled up. Preparing to put on his clothes and someone is just watching, lusting and needing more.
No more watching. Someone walks in…close the doors behind them…
Words spoken like they came out of my own head.
Social media and mobile games are a bane to my time drainage. They literally sucked my time out of me, and splintered my attention into probably a million pieces after years of over-utilizing these platforms.
Fragmented attention, a term coined by a person who was speaking at Ted talks about quitting social media, is a very prominent syndrome that is eating the living attention out of me. My focusing range is impaired significantly over past few years, I could not sit still and study, or do the things I am supposed to do, unless I am unplugged.
Social media is something that gave me the enigmatic anxiety, the extra burdened information for my mind to run through, there are tonnes of freaking posts about virtually anything, as your eyes brushed through them, your attention is splintering right in front of your eyes, and the burden that your mind have to…
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