'Mind Over Matter'

Poor Rich

2011-04-22T13:00:00.001-07:00

Its a well know fact that I am a very judgemental person. Like all other kids I was taught not to judge a book by its cover. I was reminded the other day by one of my nearest and dearest, that I shouldn't be so quick to make assumptions about people as I never know their situation.
About two weeks ago, I began to notice the regular appearance of a gentleman at the mall. Now don't get me wrong, my entire social network at the mall consist of regulars who attend the mall for various reasons. But for the very fact that I was seeing this man everyday and he was not part of my 'click', I was curious as to what he was about. A Sherlock homo, if you will.
So I watch him sit infront of the kiddy playground on his computer and phone for about two weeks. Obviously remaining completely bewildered as to why this man is sitting in this particular spot everyday. So, I bring it to the attention of the same nearest and dearest that I referred to earlier and between the irrational mind that I have and her creative thinking. We come to the conclusion that he is not a creepy pedophile profiling kids, with a sex dungeon where he was molested as a child. But a man who had come upon hard times and is dealing with some issues.
Having come to this conclusions, I was satisfied and ready to move on in life. Well atleast until I was walking back to the car that night. I'm about to climb into the car and I hear 'do You have jumper cables?!'... so I turn around and guess who it was?! Your man! I didn't know how to react, but being the kind hearted individual that I am...lol. I assisted him with trying to get his car started! Which by the way would not have started even if Zeus had struck it with his tritan! It was a done deal.
Well, I had no idea that by doing this small deed that actually was completely unhelpful to him would establish an opportunity for him to inflict himself upon me.
Here is what I have come to learn so far. His name is rich and he is 39 years old. His birthday in may 29th and he is a Gemini. Although he claims to hate Gemini, oh and Taurus too. His wife split up with him 6 months ago for no reason other than the fact that she was touched by Satan and turned deathly evil. He has a 4 year old son that he is not allowed to see because once again she is evil. OH and I forgot to mention....he lives in his car at the mall and is on EBT. Once again, I am not judging just stating the facts. I feel that there is underlying issue that forced the hand of his wife to leave him and yesterday I figured out what it was. He tells me that he has spent a lot of time studying alien activity and on quite a few occasions tried to visit area 51. Only to be escorted away by federal agents. Now it makes sense right? Mother fucker is nutty as a fruit cake. "$10k" he says...."if I was to win that much money I would be the biggest man whore, even the fat chicks" first of all who wants a Guy who chases E.T for a living. But I'm gonna wrap this up now cause he is standing next to me repeating everything I have mentioned in this blog.
I think at this point I would rather he be the man with the sex dungeon. Moral of the story, don't judge a book by its cover. Not only will You be wrong in making assumptions but you will probably offended when You actually learn the truth. I heard somewhere that your name determines your path in life. Apparently poor rich wasn't so fortunate...

Jumping conclusions

2011-04-09T21:58:00.000-07:00

I am hardly the authority on socially acceptable behavior. I think I can name half a dozen times just today when I said something a little louder than I should have or should have refrained from saying anything at all. You'd like to think given my own behavior it would deter me from being so judgmental of others.
The mall is inhabited by all kinds of people from all walks of life and when You take various factors into account, the mall is actually considered an upper class mall. For the purpose of this blog I will replace the term upper class with the word Fresa, as I feel it can be used in a much broader context.
So we have a Fresa mall inhabited with fresa people, who hold onto their money like its uncool to spend it. Then on the complete other end of this fresa spectrum there are the most ignorant,ghetto people you could possibly imagine. To whom I will refer to as the 'ebt '. Just because I love to make generalizations and assumptions about people who are actually on ebt.
Now for the most part these two very different kinds of people co-exist and create the harmonious (but awkward) atmosphere that makes our mall. But on occasions ,situations occur that keep me both amused and amazed for at least 2 minutes at a time....or at least until the next event takes place.
Today at work I hear some lady shouting in a rather aggressive tone. From what I was able to deduce from the situation, the ladies son was playing in the play area and she neglected to realize that her son had ate shit and that he was currently being nurtured by a random gentleman. When the mother finally awoke from her mid-day fantasy, which I'm assuming involved a life without the child she was currently neglecting. She approached the man that was tending to her injured sons scenario and I can only assume accused him of trying to do inappropriate things to her son. Naturally the man was quite taken back to the ladies reaction to the good deed he had done and made some kind of retort that in my mind, irregardless of what it was, was fully justified considering what he had been accused of. So at this point the woman retreats with her aggression and becomes apologetic for being an ignorant whore (Obviously my choice of words) and returns to her chair with her son. Who, by the way is still screaming like someone just stole his...(I cant think of anything that isn't vulgar and applicable to a child of his age). I thought that at this point the situation had been resolved and that I was just going to resume my slow, uneventful day. How wrong was I?????
Apparently the accused child molester was not content with the apology that he was given by this woman and continued to make her aware of how much she sucked at being a mother. Now it became rather ironic, maybe the gentleman was now dedicating too much time to destroying this woman's self esteem and not paying attention to his own child, who in my own mind had already been abducted by a real child molester.
I have to admit, i did begin to feel bad for the mother at this point. All she kept saying to his onslaught of belittling comments was... ' I'm sorry, I'm sorry' and ' I wasn't paying attention '. Which is fair enough, she owned her own bad. She fucked up in life and she admitted it, home dude really needed to just drop it now. Instead he throws in a last jab which was way below any belt..even that of a midget. He says ' Well maybe if you got your fat ass up and watched your child' OH SNAAAAP!!! First of all take a minute to understand...despite the gentlemans comments about this womans lack of ability to parent her child. It had been an otherwise 'civil' disagreement. So for him to say that was a wow what the fuck moment, I nearly fell out my own chair. I have to give home girl props though, she didn't go out without a fight. Her retort was ' Oh, I'm fat? YOU ARE FAT!'.
Lets just say that neither of this people were in any position to be calling each other fat, it was rather redundant. In the end they both departed and i feel will both never be returning to the same spot for fear that they may run into each other again.
So in my mind they are both wrong and obviously over weight. I feel like indeed the woman was wrong for not watching her child, she will probably glue her eyes to that child's body until he walks out the door to college because of what she was told today. As for the 'gentleman', i think he was trying too hard to make this lady feel bad for what she did, she had already been humiliated with the initial confrontation and the fact that she had made a stupid assumption about the mans intention. So it was not necessary to rip the woman a new asshole.
So future advice to anyone who wants to go to the mall and leave their children play.
1) Supervise your children at ALL times (Even while fantasizing)
2) Do not let your children play near people who you may even suspect of being child molesters even if they are not and try to assist you child after they hurt themselves
...and finally....DON'T BE FAT

In the beginning...

2011-04-06T11:12:00.001-07:00

I've always known that I was blessed with the ability to articulate myself. Not that it has always given me an advantage when in discussion, there are times when I speak too much and end up with people staring at me wondering when I am going to shut the fuck up. With that in mind, I came to the conclusion that I needed to find another outlet. A way to express myself without directly offending someone but also a way to document those moments in life that are too precious to forget. Ofcourse when I say precious, I am referring to those moments in an average day when i turn around and ask myself questions. Like... 'did that really just happened?' Or 'will the girl who makes my passion tea apple juice everyday one day decide to Nair her face because she has an American Werewolf- in London scenario occurring?'
Before I start documenting the intensities of my day to day life, I guess I should start with a brief breakdown of myself. I was born in a little town called Belvedere, about 20 miles outside Of London in England. I lived, went to school and endured all of the UK's socialist ignorance until I was 16 years old. Before I continue, I feel the need to point out a few things. Firstly, I know how fascinated the American people are with the royal family and our monarchy set up. So I am taking the opportunity right now to say...FUCK YOU! And the royal family too. Tell me, would you still have respect for someone that sits in a chair waving her hand just to receive 50% of every working persons paycheck. Now back to me...
After turning 16 and having taken one too many sucker punches, I was in much need of a change of scenary. After taking various left and right turns and climbing a couple of mountains. I found myself in Southern California... Yup yup. America the nation of freedom and the home of the American dream.
Fast forward to present day...present day being April 6th 2011, I have been in this country now a little under 5 years and after many trials, tribulations and realizations. This is my home.
I could never have imagined the profound effect that moving here would have had on me. Especially in such a short period of time. Having submerged myself in the intense social atmosphere, my self esteem and overall confidence has gone through the roof. ( speaking of roofs, I have a funny story to share but I'Ill save that for later). I transformed myself from a skinny little white boy with no confidence who wouldn't say boo to the most ignorant of ghosts, to a loud, over confident, very opinionated, gay but not so proud, republican...skinny tanned boy. I have a small group of the most amazing friends and my fiance. I love them all very much and would be eternally lost without them.
I suppose for now I am going to shut myself down and get to work but it won't be long before I'm typing again for the plain and simple fact that I can't help myself.