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By Special Occasion.

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Drawn to beacons and flames alike. 

 

Bet you didn’t think you’d see another post from me anytime soon, didja?

First of all, allow me to take this oppurtunity to wish everyone who is still onboard this derelict ship, who still follows this blog, my warmest wishes. I hope you have all been taking care of yourself and have been keeping busy in your daily lives. Since I’ve got so much love to give, I thought that it was high time that I cast some in your direction.

2017 has without a doubt been my most transformative year yet. From going back to my university to start another course to finally landing some work (Took long enough!), I’ve since been granted the peace of mind to finally go hunting high and low for the key to the next stage of my progression as a person.

That is, the quest to become a better man.

I let myself slip a little during the first couple of months of this new chapter. Weekend binges with a rowdy, ragtag band of mates filled with banter and booze consumed my interests along with hedonistic ploys centred around random roadtrips and summer flings with gorgeous goth girls (How unchaste!). As nice as beer and casual sex can be, they are certainly not the cure to a broken heart. This I found out the hard way … again. You’d think that we would learn from the mistakes we made in high school but alas, my mind is helpless to watch as my body heads in the opposite of the safest direction. (Plato’s chariot, anyone?)

No, my new quest for the remainder of this year and one coming will be centred around the formation of solid moral convictions. After countless nights spent in self reflection, ruminating in the thoughts, fears and beliefs, the reasoning behind actions and the like, it’s time to stop thinking and start acting upon my good intentions and follow my moral compass.

Practicing mindfulness and assessing myself as a person with bone crunching honesty has been quite possibly one of the most challenging endeavours I’ve had to confront. Acknowledging the fact that you’re not as effective or likeable of a person as you once thought is never an easy pill to swallow. Some of us choke on the pill and immediately try to spit it out due to the immense discomfort that comes with confronting one’s own self. However, this is a necessary step. You cannot improve without acknowledging your weaknesses. You cannot progress without focusing on your strengths. It is not possible to be a good person without being truly grateful, in general and for the oppurtunity to learn about yourself. To play with one’s delirium and confront a grizzly reality, the beast within, and severe ties with it in order to begin on the path towards a better, healthier lifestyle.

From what I can tell, people who do good are not necesaarily good. Good acts can however be a byproduct of good values. These values, from what I can tell, are far more beneficial in the long run than anything that a night of Netflix and chill can offer. Ten to thirty minutes of physical relief is all well and good but would you trade a fulfilling and life long conviction, the steadfastness and ability to be honest, generous or even grateful, for a night of cheap thrills? Of course you wouldn’t. You know the value of a good person in our society. You know the happiness and the inner peace that most of these people have present in their daily lives. You would be a fool to regard this as an arbitrary goal.

The path starts here. The road ahead is all that lies before us.

I don’t have the answers I’m looking for yet. But I am already much more content now that I have begun learning and searching. On this road to becoming better, for myself and for others.

Wishing those who celebrate Christmas a very merry one indeed and for those who do not, Happy Holidays to you. May you find a goal worth striving for in the coming year.

Safety and peace!

– Adam

 

 

 

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‘Jobless & 21’ or ‘I Did 4 Years of College in Two and a Half and All I Got Was This Lousy Beanie’

Before I start this little post, I thought I would list all of the things that I have obtained since I graduated from tertiary college back in July 2016, just so that this post doesn’t come of as entirely negative. So without further adue, the stuff which I got after I finished uni includes:

  • Two flashy certificates with wax seal stamps (A degree and a diploma)
  • A beanie from one of my colleges.
  • A four-colour pen. (The tutor had a spare)
  • An appreciation for volunteer work.
  • An apperciation for working in the social work/community development sector in general.
  • A mechanical keyboard for my shitty six year old Mac.
  • A new phone that now, is kinda useless to me for anything other than making/receiving calls.
  • A mean looking ‘Middle Eastern beard’
  • Another friend group.
  • A taste for pale ales and lagers.
  • A taste for alcohol in general.
  • Patriotism.
  • A car.
  • A black pair of super skinny jeans. (Yeowch!)
  • A fondness for the beach and the ocean.
  • Lady friends in Italy. (Thanks Instagram!)
  • Lady friends in Turkey. (Again, Thanks Insta!)
  • A license to sell/serve alcohol. (I could become a bartender maybe … ?)

I am sure there are way more but I honestly can’t think of them off the top of my head. Now then, why don’t we make it fair and list the things that I did NOT receive or obtain after my graduation?

  • A job.
  • Money.
  • A job.

Despite applying for work like mad, nothing seems to be going my way. A lot of people have told me that going back to Uni would be a waste of another two or three years and would put me at risk of being considered ‘overqualified’ for my field of choice. Of course, I would take any job at this point in time. Hence why I’ve found myself completing short course after short course to obtain some extra skills in the employability department. (License to Serve, First Aid, a course on how to make coffees/cappucinos at a bar/cafe/restaraunt, a certificate in training and assessment, etc)

People keep telling me that something must come along eventually. Let’s just hope that these people are right, and are also talking from experience.

Anyways, that’s my post for the month/year/decade. What have YOU been up to?

 

 

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Sicker Than the Dog Day

Oh man … my shins. They ache …

 

I’ve currently been a bed ridden, airway congestion stricken mess for the past few days now. That and I’ve been spending a bit more time with my Twitter account, seeing through to it’s lift off. 125 followers is darn good for a two week effort and I honestly couldn’t be anymore thankful than I am now. Anyone that follows me on anything is seriously in the right lane for a Thank You hug and a drink.

Although, I don’t consume alcohol. So … I guess I’ll just buy you a beer or something and then just awkwardly sit there while you enjoy that.

“So uhh … Is the beer good? That’s great! Yeah!”

There isn’t really any excuse for me NOT to blog at the moment apart from my sickness. School is just about out and December, apart from Christmas and New Years,  is kind of a ‘dead month’ for me.

Anyways, I’m going to do my best to work off this cold. You guys and gals have yourselves an awesome week. ^w^

Ta-ta!

 

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Snot Grott 

It’s that time of year Down Under. The warmer days suddenly depart without even leaving a letter of warning and before you can say “Wish I packed my turtleneck ….”, you’re struck by the sheer coldness of a ‘wet season’ morning. It’s enough to make one gingerly grasp onto each arm in a futile attempt to maintain a consistent body temperature and say “Yowza, this weather’s gone bowser.” 

Bowsers aside, this particular shade of weather also brings with it the cloud of metaphorical pestilence that is the quite physical and very much bacterial common cold. Your nose starts dripping like a leaky faucet, your sinuses feel like they’ve been inflated with a substance that can only be described as ‘hurting’ and your ears cave in on themselves like an unstable Dig Dug arena. 

So you can imagine how much of a Hurculean effort it was to drag myself to class on one of the coldest days to ever beat my body into a merciless temperature based submission. My flu ridden hide staggered all over the place in an attempt to actually make it from the bus, across a street and to my class without either falling flat on my puffy red face or being picked up by the police on the count of looking like a druggo. It got even worse when it came time to  try and interact with my fellow classmates. Most of them simply told me to just go home. And Jesus tap dancing Christ, I wished those poor suckers luck on trying to understand even 50% of the shit that came out of my mouth. My voice was so nasally and quiet that it felt like someone had jammed a shotgun suppressor into my mouth.

Yes, I know that wasn’t a good analogy. I regret nothing. 

“This guy obviously didn’t get the species related memo that people viruses can’t affect him. Bless his heart for wanting to fit in though.”

If you’re suffering from a cold, or anything else that is affecting your ability to make it to your painstakingly arbitrary lecture, I wish you luck. And maybe a lossange or two. You’re going to need those. 

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Boredom 2: Electric Boogaloo

I’ve been sitting here waiting for a bus for three hours.

If that doesn’t put you and I on the same page as to how I feel like right, I am not surprised. I can imagine that if you were in my position right about now, you’d be feeling pretty darn bored yourself. What would you do to alleviate the boredom? And please, for the love of Chekov, don’t say that you’d post and/or reblog relevant GIFs expressing your current feelings about it on Tumblr.

I found a few rather amazing ways to get rid of the Boredom Blues. In fact, I can probably list ten:

10: Strike up a conversation with a random person. A friendly looking one. Not someone in a hood. They might be carrying a concealable weapon or mixtape. Just as bad as each other, honestly.

9: Actually attempt to do your homework. I find it much easier to start with the stuff that you’re interested with. Like I have this report to write about Freudian psychodynamics and … nah, actually that’s not so great.

8: Eat. Seriously, have some lunch. Or a second one if you’ve had one already. Hell, I’ve had two lunches consisting of sushi rolls and a packet of pretzels. Cool AND grool!

7: Dive into Wikipedia. Just go through an ‘article crawl’. It’s like a bar crawl but without the booze or women. And a potentially potent elitist stigma.

6: Use that darn imagination. Unless you’re just going to sit there with dirty thoughts in your mind. Nobody wants to get all frisky at a bus stop. That never got anyone anywhere good.

5: Contemplate a change within your life. You don’t actually have to commit to said change. Just think about something that you can improve upon and how you might rectify that. So basically, procrastinate.

4: Text a friend! Or don’t. I mean, they could be at work. Or they might be having an off week and decide that you’re now their sworn nemesis for whatever reason. Jobs and feelings are stupid, aren’t they?

3: Go for a walk. The bus isn’t going to be there in 30 minutes. The teacher won’t be back from lunch in 15. Just take a little stroll around the place … until you are shouted at to return to your lecture.

2: Meditate. You don’t have to go all cross legged either. That would look kind of silly in public. Just close your eyes and visualise yourself doing the stuff that needs to be done. Or something. Because it’s a good day for it.

1: Repress your high school memories. This will get you so busy up in the head space that before you know it, class has zoomed by and you’re now twice as anxious as you were before.

"Well, you aren't wrong. If you were to kill yourself, you wouldn't be bored again. You also wouldn't be able to do anything else again either."
“Well, you aren’t wrong. If you were to kill yourself, you wouldn’t be bored again. You also wouldn’t be able to do anything else again either.”

Alternatively, you could find your own method that works for you. Which is probably the best option.