I find it interesting how the weak think they are in charge. True strength, does not bitch, moan, complain, scream, yell, or revert to name calling when it does not get its way. So, why would the weak ever think they were in charge? A rational-minded person would find it easy to see, they simply are not!
Here is an old quote:
“Being in charge is like being a woman; if you have to tell someone you are, then you are not. “
This quote has so many meanings in today’s world.
The others are beginning to turn on one another. Their teeth are sharp, but their tongues are sharper. Yet, when one is face to face with one of these others; their actions are as dull as their personalities. Pure defectiveness. Pure waste of human potential. These others try to project strength with their sharpened language. Yet, they know they are the weakest wrung upon the ladder within the pecking order. This is why they are loud; thinking they can project strength. Conversely, they are only projecting their special blend of weaknesses. The others only turn on one another when there is a sense of lack within their atmosphere. When the others get priced out of being able to afford to survive, this is when they become mean, territorial, violent, and psychotic. Protect yourself with and by any means necessary.
The anxiety might set in, as the nausea will soon make an appearance. One may ask themselves; is it worth it? No; it rarely ever is. One may also ask themselves; how did I get here? You unknowingly brought yourself here, or life quietly brought you to this arrangement, as there is usually a purpose and means for the unexplainable. Nevertheless, you are now here. The only way to heal this wound is to kill every last one of those mother fuckers. Not literally, but in the metaphorical sense (eye wink).
This was the first book I published back in 2018. The title of the book, You Cannot Put a Picture in My Frame of Mind, comes from lyrics to a song I had written back in 1999. In the late 90’s to early 2000’s, I was lead guitarist for a death metal band here in Houston, Texas. Nothing ever became of the band, because I quit when I decided to check myself into a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. This book is a culmination of song lyrics, daily journal entries, and dream journal entries, which I had written pre and post sobriety. I sobered up to save my life, yet throughout the years, I sometimes question if it was all worth it. Sometimes it is yes; sometimes it is not yes. It’s interesting how life can take you to places, which you never thought you would experience. The highs and lows seem to balance themselves out: flatlining. I have no words of wisdom, or “deep” philosophical insights, which no one truly gets. I have nothing for you today, except for you to enjoy your life. If you do not experience life, it might turn on you like a rabid dog, and experience you.
The only thing which brings a glimpse of happiness into my life is writing these blog posts.
There’s no one at the end of the day that is going to make it better for you.
It’s all up to you…
G.G. Kalfas 