A Reality with Background Music

When I was younger, not much younger actually, I wanted to do something I’d be remember for… be a genius in my field, act, never wanted to sing, play an instrument, or most recently, be a nationally celebrated educator. Now’a'days, my life has, to the naked eye, dulled way down…

I am a tall, relatively slender, white caucasian [redundancy is purposeful] male. I have no religion. I have no love. I’m living my life as a college business student, an appreciated member of a supermarket customer service team, playing softball, helping raise my sister, caring for my only living grandmother, trying to scrounge enough money to fly 1500mi north to visit my cousin, very content with my place in life.

I know life most likely wont make me famous. I won’t be remember by life, but I know I’ll have love one’s that remember my name and my legacy will be my bloodline.

I have become a man unto my father, emulating he who is most important in my life. I am everything he was and is… life is always work in progress. All of his life lessons and those learned before him, passed to him, have been embedded in me, making for a man only to be superseded by his own decedents.

…and life? content is the best way live it

Is life any fun?

…fuckin’ no

I work a full-time work week for part-time pay, in a job I don’t hate, though don’t come anywhere near enjoying. I hang out with friends, all of which have girlfriends and obviously feel they’ve got better places to be. I come home to a mother, a father, a brother, sister, dog, two cats, and an ill grandmother who I help take care of. I’m preparing for what should be a rousing semester of numbers and capitalist conceptual thinking in my new school, FAU. I’m honored to be declared, by the Florida Real Estate Commission, minimally competent and licensed to practice the services of real estate in this great penis-shaped state I love to call home.

::yawn::

I just attended my third practice for my company softball team, on which I play first-base… when I was 10 years old, I dreamed playing professional baseball. Small compromises, right? Getting back to it, I’m replacing either a fat guy, a guy that bitches a lot, or a guy that can’t catch a ball that starts its journey already in his glove which I’m convinced is filled with oil or butter or possibly even a light dab of KY, I can’t remember which, but point made, I’m on a company softball team because some men just don’t have the testicular fortitude to play slow pitch coed softball. I have no girlfriend; I haven’t for a while. Too busy with life, I suppose, or maybe women don’t like me… in ‘that way’… which is more likely of the two reasons. Do I hurt? …no. I’m not lonely so I have no reason to hurt. I’m going through life with friends I’ve grown to appreciate more than life itself. Can’t argue those odds.

…a bunch of what’not happened…

Now I’m 20 yrs old.

I’m… sarcastic to the n’th degree, harsh, funny, smart, tall, Caucasian, creative, unique, slender, overly dependable, a good teacher, in love with the business world, capitalist by political persuasion, atheist, mature, a mono-tone kind’a fun.

Medically, I’m cause for concern.

Intellectually, I’m a farce to be reckoned with.

Personally, my friends will never find a more dependable one.

Professionally, I am a man among men.

Occasionally, stress claims all that I hold dear.

Definitely, I take care of the women in my life.

Lovingly, my sister is most important in my life.

Spiritually, I’m reserved though quite engaged.

Surprisingly, I adapt to skill quicker than most.

The only problem with reality is… there’s no background music

Remember, you’re unique just like everyone else.

Life is best spent spending life on the best of life.

If you think things can’t get any worse, your inate lack of imagination is obvious.

I intend to live forever or die trying

Where am I at in life?

I’m going into my sophomore year in college. I work at Publix, a supermarket, as a member of the customer service staff. I live at home with my mom, dad, brother, sister, nana, dog and two cats. I have my license to practice real estate in the state of Florida . Life’s peachy… enough… for now.