Elaborate Disclaimers and Explanations

(Disclaimer: For one (or for example..) I hope no one hacks this (which in my present belief is just an ongoing fear that all I can do is practice noticing and peacefully accepting).. and yes, I don’t intend for this to sound arrogant, and well, I (therefore) believe it’s not my responsibility for how others might presently emotionally respond/interpret anything I share, (again, please do NOT take this personally, and, as always, thanks for reading!)),

(Genre: Creative Writing in stanzas I guess..(?)),

In my presently held belief;

I understand how disclaimers can appear as unnecessary and annoying,
I believe that elaborate valid explanations might (however often) never prevent someone from hating me,

Because (for example) their hate might not be rational,
Yet I don’t mind throwing in some (which others may consider such as this),
“Excessive” parenthetical “irritating”,
“anxious” and/or “cowardly” explanative detail..(?),

(For example),
Speaking for all and any possible groups of people wherever with whichever level and form of power..,
Fuck the so-called arrogant and self-proclaimed “real” scumbags of backgrounds who just want to claim they’re “real” in order to add to others insecurity to give his/her/their unconscious egos a sense of additional power,

And I’d like to try making clear again and again,
That (in my presently held belief),
If any individual(s) try to feel better by putting down others to feel “above” them,
The individual(s) will continue doing it insatiably because the individual(s) will never sufficiently heal the deeper internal emotional sources of his/her/their egoistic behavior,
IF (for example) the individual is stuck in any form and degree of perpetual egoistic unconsciousness,
(Again.., Pertaining to anyone of any level of external power wherever on whichever hierarchy..),

And (for example) I can understand that whoever the person is,
is likely carrying a deeply accumulated emotional traumatic personal/collective history,
(Yet although me trying to post stuff here on WordPress might be an attempt to (at least somewhat) help whoever may read these),
At the end of the day,
Others’ behavior is just out of my control I must (peacefully and confidently) try to clearly say,

Yes,
(For example),
I feel that it’s important to be efficiently straight to the point at times (in whichever circumstances, where, when, why and (however often)),

For one,
I definitely believe that action speaks more deeply,
Than any amount,
Form and sincere degree,
of apologies..,

Now okay sure..,
I apologize if me saying this is egoistic,
However;
Presently I feel a need to apologize LESS,
While several others should apologize MORE,

Presently I feel a need to show less signs of anxiousness,
While others reduce wiseass unconscious intimidatingly deliberately hurtful (and brutally straight to the “point”) arrogance,

In my belief,
(To a reasonable extent),
It’s okay to explain,
It’s okay to get a little anxious,
I feel it shows fair humility,

Not that it’s “always necessary”,
Not to spiral in to the (secretly egoistic) “humility olympics”..,
HOWEVER I feel that anxiety can indicate more polite humility than delusional arrogant nasty stupidity,

And well,
I think I’m becoming better at not getting as lost,
(And/or improving at becoming less provoked),
In whichever constant current of hateful energy,
That yes (in my belief),
Can be found and has the potential to equally dangerously horrifically manifest in all groups, (And/or infinite types and/or forms (to whichever extents) of any manifesting sentient interdependent beings..),

Yep,
(In my presently held belief..),
No matter how hard I try,
Beyond the walls of any ability,
There’s always the possibility of some scumbag pointlessly talking shit,
And well,
Luckily,
Instead of mostly focusing on that type of negativity,
Well,
I’d say overall,
I’m improving at,
Not letting any forms and degrees of inevitable deeply negative pointless nasty energy as severely derail my ability,
To sustain sufficiently needed consciously considerate awareness,

I guess it again comes down to a clear needed reminder of needing to keep practicing..(?),

Yep,
For example (I believe that..),
No matter whatever and however deeply understandable the reasons are pertaining to why an individual operates in the arrogant dickhead ways the individual does,
Well,
Although I intend for these posts to be helpful,
Ultimately,
I feel that the more I accept that others’ behavior or response to how I operate and share..,
just remains out of my control,
The more peaceful I’ll feel and the less sad,
mad and/or upset I’ll feel in response to not being able to change others,

Thanks again for reading

Please Don’t take this Personally, Thanks!

(Disclaimer: This is a rough draft.),

(Genre: Creative Repetitive Stanzas.. I guess..(?)),

However often I feel it’s like,
Will cowardly isolation inevitably result in a beyond imaginable physically painful sensation..?

However often I feel it’s like,
Who else is sincere in their..,
I don’t fucking know..(!?),

However often I feel it’s like,
Umm..,
Yeah..,
I don’t fucking know..(!?),

Here’s some rhythmic attempts of “artistic” communication or whichever the fucking politically correct genre someone who looks like me is allowed to post..,
yep..,
I don’t know either my friend;
Others might always make hateful assumptions to whichever end..(!?),

Okay..,
Umm,
Here’s an attempt of “freestyle” rap on this iPhone in this present moment,
And yes,
I feel I will never perfectly revise this;

“Perfection is infinite,
Try to be less arrogant,
For now,
if,
how whenever and wherever I’m preaching,
Just ignore it,

Emotion,
Personal history,
Internal emotional visual seeking forces of similar belonging hilariously manifesting,
Dudes recentering and realizing ‘what the fuck was I thinking!?’,

Dudes..,
Expectations going brutally unexpectedly,
Assumptions and rage,
Trying to dismantle some form of hierarchy,

Dudes..,
Who, what, where, when, how, and why,
I don’t know either..,
Just focus on the.. umm..,
Our breath..?

Dudes..,
It’s NOT our fault,
Time for the lust to dissipate in the cell,

Dudes,
Let’s not burst into a mushroom cloud,
Why would that make you proud..?

Dudes,
As far as I know;
Let’s keep on keepin our shit together,
Even though stuff is unfortunate,
I can’t change any others’ internal emotional psychological reactions in response to what any others saw on screens,
nor wherever located,
secretly behind any scenes,

Dudes,
Please be aware of your power,
Just..,
Shut up,

And keep up,

Never mind,
It’s not our fault,
It’s not out fault,

Time to breathe,
Time to..,
Time to..,
Ummm..(?),
Remain peacefully spiritually intertwined..(?),

I think certain well-intentioned points are sufficiently clear..(?),
That dangerous egos,
Might always be out there..(!?),

Dudes,
Stay safe,
And I believe;
We’re interdependent and inseparable,
Fuck those INDIVIDUALS who are narcissistic and viewed as ‘magestic’ while devolving in secret,
No it’s NOT a certain group of individuals you idiot,

As I often feel,
This comes down to the truism that,
To whichever extent,
‘Everyone’s different’,

And in these times,
The need for more kindness is more than evident,

And if you skipped to the bottom to see if it matches the title..(?),
Well my ‘dudes’,
Did you fucking read this!?”

All good..,
You know I’m just joking,
Thanks for reading

Obsolete

(Genre: Short Fictional Play, and, if you wish to judge me based on my different physical appearance(s), I’d prefer you choose another blog to subscribe to, regardless, thanks again..),

(Also, I trust that you as the.. (whoever you are), know and/or remember that this is meant to be taken lightheartedly!!),

The one,
and only,
Part 1:

Student #1: Hey man, may you help me edit this video project..?

The technology instructor takes a look at the screen while hovering over student #1..

Technology Instructor: Okay so, you click here, yuh click there, and then, boop, complete.

Student #1: Wait.. whuuat..?

Technology Instructor: Well if you were paying attention we wouldn’t be having this problem now would we..?

The Technology Instructor walks back over..

Technology Instructor: Okay, so like I said.. dude remove your headphones!!

Student #1: But there wasn’t any music playi—

Technology Instructor: I know.. just.. just.. ahhh!!

Student #1 removes his headphones.

Technology Instructor: Okay so first.. man who are you texting!?

Student #1: I’m taking notes.

Student #1 takes notes on his iPhone..

Technology Instructor: Okay, you go here, here.. man.. you’re not even listening..

Time passes by..

Student #1: Hey bro.. may you please show me what to do again..?

Technology Instructor: Serious!?

The student takes out a gun, shoots, then eats the obsolete technological instructor, and then, the forces of good come to arrest the student, who, with the strongest internal emotional forces of patience in the world, gave the student a promotion out of fear, which.., he never (then..(?)) deserved.., however, at some point, the surviving interconnected and spiritually inseparable life on planet Earth, started to realize how to inclusively collectively use technology for good, by giving deeply physically and emotionally traumatically accumulated individuals infinite chances until they realized that sometimes, a useless, selfish goal, is SOMETIMES yet NOT always the answer.. I guess..?

And yuh know what, speaking as of how (I think) I feel right now..(?), I believe in jokes, and having a good time, and yuh know what, sometimes it’s okay to spread the peace and love.., and although I know nothing about this video other than it’s motion pictures..(?), and since I’m just feeling too much emotion to form a proper citation, well, I hope this is the correct video link..(?),
(Ah fuck it.. (Creative citation: (I did not ask nor receive permission to include this video..) Original Music Artists: “Ween”, Song: “Ocean Man”(1997), Album: (The Mollusk), skater: I guess the man’s name is “Roy Prudy”..(?)..and it’s the YouTube channel’s present name.., uploaded: (June 26th, 2017)..,

LINK..(?),

Welp..? Thank you all for your service, we’ll continue keepin on 👍

Forced

(Disclaimer: For one, I believe in freedom of creative written expression. Two, thank you for reading this as well as the continued support, Three, for all you pun loving assholes out there; This is a rough draft.., “draft” as in unrevised piece of language arts, not the one you drink.., I’m starting to catch on, don’t worry, we’ll keep going, we’ll keep trying to REMAIN peaceful..),

(Genre: A short fictional play.. I would guess..(?))

Part 1:

Person #1: I believe in jokes.
Person #2: Well there ain’t no jokes allowed where I’m from.
Person #1: Well you are a joke if yuh ask me.. Double negative equals a–
Person #3: Hey!!
Person #1: Man what are we gonna do with this fucking guy..?
Person #3: I’m your teacher!!
Person #2: Yeah, now have some respect!!
Person #1: Okay.. “brotha man”..
Person #3: Hey!!

Person #1 starts angrily talking to himself while Person #3 pulls Person #2 aside..

Person #3: One thing, that you just don’t seem to understand, is that, in order to develop a physical pain tolerance–
Person #2: It takes time–
Person #3: So why the fuck do you keep on threatening him!? When you already know that–
Person #2: It’ll just confuse him–
Person #3: So as your teacher, all you have to do, is shut your young, wise ass mouth, and fucking, PAY ATTENTION, got it!!?
Person #2: Okay.. okay.. I understand.
Person #3: Good.

Then, administrator Marty McBallsack enters..

Administrator McBallsack: Okay now which one of you idiots is just standing around doing nothing..?

Person #1: Wow..

Administrator McBallsack pulls Person #1 aside..

Administrator McBallsack: Listen kid, I’m not responsible for your accumulated traumatic history, there are people who are trying to help you out, and all you do, is walk around and aggressively whisper to those who you sense have sleep-deprived emotional struggles, and that is not the way to treat those who came before you. Do you understand!?

Person #1: Yeah.. it’s just..

Administrator McBallsack: What.. you think my name sounds funny!?

Person #1: No.. it’s that I’m trying to focus, and help you’re old ass out, for helping me—

Administrator McBallsack: You’re fired.. Just leave!!

Person #1: Oh fuck you!! You just do favors to guilt trip others once you have them cornered, fuck you!!

Administrator McBallsack straps down Person #1, boils hot water, then sends him to the oven, while.. yuh know what.. I’m sorry for making you all read this, it’s just, stop blaming others for.. yuh know what..(?), I’m at a loss, yet I’ll recenter myself once again, since typing on this tiny keyboard is.. I don’t know..? Just stay safe..? Stop excusing your bad behavior by claiming whatever and for whichever reasons that perpetuate torture.. I don’t know who the next scumbag is who will LITERALLY hurt me, just stop with the emotional microaggressions, yes, they accumulate, yes, I’m terrified with the PRESENT state of the world as well, my fear feels to be causing me to go back and forth in my mind, that just confuses me into a lost and dangerous situation.. ahh.. just.., Please get a job!! Okay fine.. I’ll keep blogging:

Part 2:

Person #1 rises from the dead, speaks to him through his iPhone..,

Person #1: Okay Administrator Ballsack, you think all big and tough that you’re out of your mom’s house.. You think you’re all big and tough because you and your friends are now washing windows while in a fancy basement playing video games.. okay you wise arrogant behind the screen sentient fuck, it’s on!!

And tragically, Administrator Ballsack walks to the bridge, because shooting himself would be regarded as “taking the easy way out”, and well, the great democratic society that once stood, began to shatter apart, all because of the new generation, not being able to sit still, ONCE they were forced into a position of power.

Intercom

(Genre: A short play, if you are presently struggling with emotional regulation, don’t read this #freedom. Also, this is a rough draft.. If reading this “offends” any of you, that’s not my responsibility..)

(Disclaimer: Please do not take this personally, thanks. Genre: Creative Dialogic Fiction..(I would guess..!?)),

And our story begins, with three individuals, trying to figure out how to navigate a hovering spacecraft’s dashboard, subsequent to assassinating an Alien which they initially believed to be their “cognitive friend therapist”, also known in the professional world as a (CFT)..

Jeff: Wait, so, if someone is accused with the DEROGATORY term of being “libtarted”, would it mean that, he/she/they knows what’s up, yet are too scared to actually do anything about it..? Right..?
Garry: May you lower your voice please!!?

Jeremy: Dude, what the fuck do all these buttons mean!!?
Garry: You tell me my guy..

The spacecraft keeps on drifting and drifting.., then they hear a voice on the intercom..

Intercom: Please fasten your seatbelts.

They do as instructed.

Jeremy: Okay now what!?
Intercom: Shut up.

As time passes, Jeremy figures out the dashboard, while Gary tries to form an extended playlist on his iPhone..

Garry’s lyrics:

Who’s gonna hack this next,
Who’s suppressed rage is going to unlock the cage—

Intercom: Garry would ya please put your phone down!!

Garry: Sorry it’s just—
Intercom: You ain’t sorry!!
Garry: So what fuck am I supposed to say!?
Intercom: Pay attention!!
Garry: To what!!?

The automatic dashboard keeps the three friends afloat while they sleep.. Once they wake up, they receive instructions from the intercom..

Intercom: Please do not get overly emotional, or I will rip off your balls..

Garry: So what the fuck are we supposted to say then, you son of a bastard of the arrogant special ed bastards who never learned to take care of themselves out in the wilderness because you always wanted to work out to build that nice looking V shape!!

Intercom: I said, shut your mouth!!

Underneath the automatic inclining and reclining chair comes long and lean fingers that start to tickle Garry..

Garry: You self titillation seeking fuck!! Stop!! Ahhh!!!

The intercom intervenes..

Intercom: Garry, since you are now in charge of our now new and creative world order, which word would you like to use to refer to the humans as, you have two options, you may refer to them as “fucks” or, as they were called in previous times “humans”.. It is your call my guy..
Garry: Humans!
Intercom: Wrong!!

The tickling escalates.

Garry: Help! Help!

The tickling escalates..

Garry: Okay!! “Fucks”.. We’ll call em “fucks”!! Oh my fu–..
Intercom: No swearing Garry..
Both Jeff and Jeremy: We got you Garry, you’re now charged with kidnapping and raping innocent you men and children.

Garry: You idiots got the wrong guy!!

The tickling resumes..

Garry: Ahhh!! Ahhh!!
Both Jeff and Jeremy: Garry, it’s what you did in your past lives..

Garry then creates his own word..

Garry: What the fuck are you talking about!? Ass-seeking-trollogy..?

Jeremy becomes sarcastic..

Jeremy: Mom, he hurt my feelings.
Garry: What the fuck!!?
Intercom: No cursing Garry! Remember..?

A magical door appears, and through the threshold arises Master Rodrigo.

Garry: What the fuck happened to you!?
Master Rodrigo: It’s time for your bath, little boy.

Warning: As the narrator, if your hypersensitive feelings become hurt, stop reading this.

Garry: You got the wrong guy!! You childish fanatical fuck!!
Master Rodrigo: No No No..
Garry: What the hell is–

Intercom: Hush up!!
Garry: They’re just words!! Not actions!! What, where, why and how the.. Did you.. Never mind, you fucking magestic narcissistic luddite devolving word officer!!
Master Rodrigo: Hey!! If it wasn’t for me!! You wouldn’t have had a place to live!
Garry: Wow..

The tickling resumes..

Garry: Listen.. Stop, just.. Fucking stop!!

The tickling stops..

Intercom: Stop blaming women for every bad choice you made!!
Master Rodrigo: Mhmmm..
Garry: Oh you are a–

The tickling resumes..

Garry: Okay!! Okay!!
Master Rodrigo: It appears that the more you torture someone, the more he’ll lie in order to, no longer be tortured.
Garry: Took yuh that long to fuckin–

Master Rodrigo opens the door, sending Garry to the sun, where he becomes instantly vaporized, while the undercover bad aliens continue onward, emotionless, unquestionably..

How Long..?

(Note from the author: Please, do not take this personally, and, in my presently held opinion, I am not responsible for someone getting emotionally sparked that might possibly result in a devastating way, as a result, of whoever or however many happen to read this.. Therefore, you don’t have to read the following. If you prefer, then, thank you.),

(Genre: Short Play/Fiction.. I guess..(?)),

Garry: Dude, pain is temporary.
Terry: And how long is this “temporary” period..?
Larry: He’s an idiot.
Greg: Hey!!
Adelle: Wow..
Rando: It is said that the best way to interrogate people is to deprive them of sleep which jacks up their emotions.
Tom: Oh so that’s what you’ve been doing late at night huh?
Rando: Wait what..?
Tom: You know “what?”!!
Rando: You’re just jealous.
Tom: About what..?

Garry, Larry, Terry, Greg and Adelle all stand up from their seats..

Adelle: Guys.. guys, just..

Tom punches Rando in the face.. Rando bows down to Tom.

Tom: What’d you do to her you sick fuck!!?

Rando gets up..

Adelle: Dudes.. Just.. chill the fu–

A bottle is thrown..

Tom: Oh okay Rando.. I see how you believe you’re “interconnected” and “inseparable”.. You back stabbing abusive fuck!! Some live by it and others abuse it, you fucking son of a bastard fuck!!

Larry: Tom!! Get out!!

Tom: Whatever.. asshole.

Eventually and Subsequently

(Genre: Language Arts)

In my presently held opinion;
Let’s not forget that,
mental work can be just as hard as physical..,
and we’re morally obligated,
to sufficiently fulfill both,
as we aspire to work harder while smarter,
with the hope being that stuff eventually,
and however perpetually subsequently,
feels easier and easier,
in infinite forms of infinite directions

Ongoing Useless Criticism

(Genre: Short Creative Dialogue Practice/A short creative CAUTIONARY play..(?).. (as always please do NOT take this personally.., and as always, thank you for reading!)),

Worker: I guess it’s easier and more convenient to form generalizations?
Coworker: Shut up!
Worker: Mhmmm..
Coworker: You working hard?
Worker: I have to.
Other coworker: He’s hiding out, milking the clock.. He ain’t working.
Worker: I’m working..
Third coworker: No you ain’t.
Worker: Well if you all stop with your useless criticism.. Then maybe we can all feel better, waste less energy, and work smarter while harder!?
Coworker: Shut up.
Worker: Oh go fuck your—

Another fight occurs, adding harm to the distribution process of needed goods, adding to a dangerous chain reaction to civilization which remains..

That’s What’s Up

(Genre: Creative Writing (Please do NOT take this personally, thanks for reading as always)),

Okay..,

What else am I not allowed to say?

How will others judge and avoid me now?

I work hard,
Yet too often I feel to perceive that,
There’s always some intimidating arrogant individual,
Who has something to say,
That makes it harder for me to stay emotionally balanced and safely alert,
through another monotonous day..,

Yesterday,
I assumed that someone else assumed something maliciously against myself,

Just..(for example),
I’m not the cause of others misfortunes..,
And I find it sad that for whichever reason(s) within or out of our control to whichever extents..,
That several people appear to be unable to just stick around and have a polite conversation(!?),
Instead of angrily talking to themselves,
Instead of pretending to act nice and then saying something to intimidate me..?

If someone has a problem with me,
All the person has to do is communicate clearly and considerately,

Pointing out my innocent flaws,
Too often feels as to make me feel incapable,
Instead of teaching me how to correct them,

Pointing out harmless flaws,
Too often makes me feel more negative and debilitated,
And when the meanness feels to come from those who I feel to deeply admire and respect,
Yep..,
It makes me deeply infuriated..,

I don’t understand,
And to whichever degrees I may understand why people displace their rage onto me..,
Just has not often helped me with empathy..,
Because I just do NOT feel to be the reason why others feel trapped in deeply emotionally/physical pain..,

So if he/she/they could just leave me alone and complete what’s fairly expected,
I’d think we’d all more likely sleep better and remain more balanced..(!?),

And if something (directly pertaining to myself) is truly unfair of which I’m unaware,
Just..,
Politely tell me..,
How,
We can mutually function and avoid spiraling into easily avoidable destruction,

Therefore..,
Let’s be more aware of our intense emotions..,
So they LESS likely harm our ethical logic..,

And (as of now) I’m too scared to provide examples of those who I feel mad at,
Because pertaining to what’s occurring in their lives and making them take it out on me UNfairly,
I just can’t fix that..,

Regardless of the likelihood,
I still,
Presently,
Deeply fear that someone might try to send this blog post to someone with the hope of making he/she/they assume that I’m “referring” to he/she/they in a negative way that sparks some dangerous emotionally dysregulated intent that he/she/they can’t control which blasts my way..,

I just don’t want to feel this pointless,
unwarranted paranoia and rage at who I assume will never like me who I’m (also) forced to work with daily..,
How is civilization supposed to last without a sustained effort to discover/rediscover and/or develop and sustain positive comradery!?

Man..,
I feel that..,
Some people are just so provocative beyond words..,
Hence I’m once again anxiously struggling with words..,

I keep worrying,
“How will this person react to this?”,
“Will this person interpret what I’m trying to communicate in a way to others that turns several dangerously against me?”,

I feel to deeply know that worrying isn’t worth it,
Yet,
How I interpret others,
Too often sparks emotional reactions within myself that (feels to) too often make me want to remain by myself..(except for the small amount of those I trust),

And regardless if and/or if I’m not “chemically imbalanced”..,
Well..,
I’m sick of feeling instantly falsely judged that leads to pointless exclusion,
I’m sick of feeling not allowed to say stuff that is said right in front of me,

It’s just,
How am I supposed to make friends!?
If I’m instantly judged by the history or whatever it is that I did NOT cause..,

Come on..,
Just stop using my anxiety and/or any forms of weakness against me..,
Just stop..,

And even if the answer to making friends is obvious such as..,
“Just be yourself man”,
or..,
“Just be a nice guy man”,
or..,
“If you have more confidence then you’ll get more”..,
well..,

I show up,
I follow orders,
I’m a nice person,
Yet I still feel to receive a deeply unjustifiable amount of sarcasm,
Constant negative false assumptions,
Constant exclusive energy..,

And I want to be treated with the respect I try to provide for others..,

THAT’S ALL!!

Yet I just can’t change those who I’m forced to be around,
And (although I want to keep what I wrote),
I’m sick of feeling so provoked,
And feeling as if I have to waste so much time analyzing..,

However,
(And I apologize if this sounds “arrogant”, yet I just want to say that..),
I hope reading this helps with needed understanding,
To REDUCE torture and killing..,

I hope that reading this provides a reasonable reminder of needing to try to remember whatever, whenever and however it is we can fulfill our part to be a good,
kind and polite “straight-up” person..,

And (speaking for myself as always) it is hard,
Feeling that,
Even if it’s truly not others fault,
That several will still just..,
Not empathetically listen,

Well,
I’m still here,
Head up,
And that’s what’s up