Create Yourself Group Page (FB)

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1614654765476677/

I just wanted to invite anyone that would like to join my facebook group: Create Yourself. I’m using this page as a way to let you guys self promote your work to hopefully another audience. You can invite your friends/ share this post if you’d like to friends you think may be interested. I do ask that you do not spam the page multiple times a day. If you are interested, please follow the link, like the page, and share to all your friends.

Hopefully the page will help inspire all of us to continue build on our passions. Thanks guys!

Will

I Was Shot

This has been bothering me all day, and I could not help but feel like I needed to post about it. I had a nightmare last night at about 3:00 AM. I woke up with pain in my knee caps, my chest, and the left side of my stomach. Although I think it was all just psychological, it scared the hell out of me because it was right after a dream where I was shot three times in all of those areas.

In my dream, I was going out to a movie with my fiance. We were about to purchase our tickets, when I all of a sudden had the urge to go to the bathroom. I didn’t feel right. Everything felt very uncomfortable where I was. It was like I was being pressured into doing something I had no control over.

I walked through the doors to the men’s bathroom, and two hispanic guys were just hanging out in one of the stalls. At first, I was brought aback by two dudes just chilling in the bathroom… In the same stall, but I eventually just minded my own business figuring maybe they were just buddies talking about some chicas waiting for them outside. I walked over to the urnal, where I nervously began the most awkward task of trying to go to the bathroom with two hispanic guys behind me. I turned my head and to my surprise a wannabe gangster looking white male was standing there with a pistol aimed towards me.

He was wearing a black beanie shaped hat and was smiling with his brown and rotting methhead teeth. Pretty disgusting if you ask me. He was casually waving the weapon left and right as though contemplating what to do. I zipped up my zipper and told the guy, “Please… Let me go.”

He chuckled and looked into the stall with the two hispanic guys in it. “I’m here to kill him,” he said, pointing the weapon behind me towards the stall. I stood frozen against the urnal, feeling a sudden urge to pee again.

I slowly looked back into the stall where the two hispanic men were sitting and one of them shot out of his seat and ran to the door of the bathroom. I knew I should’ve done the same, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I crossed paths with his weapon again if I would be put down for being a witness.

Anyways, the gunman was distracted by the hispanic guy’s friend running, and I kept my eyes in the stall. I saw the hispanc guy rip a pistol from his belt and walk out of the stall. I shook my head at the hispanic guy, but he already knew he had to do what needed to be done to survive. The white male had turned his attention back towards the hispanic man, and he fired four wild rounds, while the hispanic guy fired another six. Everything was a blur and all I could do was duck behind the urnal with fright. I peeked over the edge of the porcelain where I saw the white male on his knees. The hispanic man stood over him and shot another round into the white male’s chest. Both men toppled over onto the blood puddled floor, while I remained clung to the urnal.

I finally pulled myself together and staggered out of the bathroom. I felt disoriented. I walked out into the main hall where the movie theater was, and I could see people staring at me like I was about to do something spectacular. My fiance ran to me with tears in her eyes, but I couldn’t hear anything she was saying. My knees were oddly buckled and writhing in pain. I eventually had to drop to the floor, when I noticed two holes in my jeans, where blood had stained them. I had been shot. I looked on the left side of my waist, where blood was streaming down my side.

It all seemed unreal. I was in shock and could not comprehend the trauma my body had endured. That was when I finally woke up. It was odd because all of those areas including my chest started to burn. I was extremely sore for a few minutes and thought I had actually been through the nightmare I had. Finally, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen where I chugged a bottle of water and laid down on the couch in the living room. I pulled out my cellphone, curious about the meaning of this dream, because if it was foreshadowing of what’s to come in my future, I wanted to make sure I was clear from the mall for a long time!

I found a source through google. It was a horoscope website, and one of the explanations for my dream was that there’s a part of me that I do not like about myself, and I want to change it. Weird thing is, I can’t believe a nightmare had to wake me up to reality and realize I am constantly struggling to break free from that part of my life that makes me so unhappy. I guess dreams do have a way of talking to us sometimes.

Trolls and Change

Trolalalalaaalalaaaaaaa!!!

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So I’m not here to talk about the giant ugly beasts that roam the forests at night and turn to stone in the morning. I’m definitely not here to talk about the little fuzzy rainbow haired dolls that children adore. (Or not) I’m here to expose the world of trolls that scamper around the internet searching for a victim that may be humorous to their own liking, or it could go a bit to far to the point where someone’s feelings are hurt. Either way, don’t fall victim to these guys cause they will cause you to wonder what soulless being is typing on the other end of this screen.

If you’re like me, you do this…

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I tend to watch a video or see a picture on facebook and simply go straight to the comments to read all the arguments. It’s funny because there is not one video out there where someone is either not offended, or simply trolling others.

Let’s get down to the basics. What is a troll?

Trolls are the bottom dwelling scum of the internet that feel it is necessary to start arguments when it is a situation they don’t care about. I know there are some people that find it interesting to participate in these troll sessions. When I was younger, I did this many times. I did it because you’ll find people on the internet who are loved by many people, possibly someone who is popular at your school or in your family. These people basically look like a saint in real life but as soon as you disagree with their logic, the real demons start flying from their fingers like a ferocious snake. Trolls spark the responders anger with very melancholy answers that just boil under the person’s skin.

If you ever do this, DON’T reveal yourself as a troll.

I say this because you will discover there are more people that are like minded in your Troll self. Plus, the person bantering with you over puppies will eventually start to look like a lunatic. I mean, c’mon, do you really think someone can say anything terrible and mean it about cute puppies? Anyways, you’ll start to receive threats of reporting you and calling the authorities. Sometimes you’ll get the occasional death threat. All the while, you’re just busting out laughing on the other end wondering where this internet bravery is coming from. Oh wait, it’s because these people live on the other side of the world and they are threatening you with their internet courage.

If you stumble upon a Troll…

These will happen at least once in your internet lifetime and all you can do is learn to spot them and call them out. Never get caught up in an argument over a video or meme. This is simple because one, nothing is going to be achieved by name calling and tearing people down on a thread. You could report the image or video, but facebook will more than likely turn your request away because some dude on the other end thinks you’re too damn sensitive. How I treat these situations is to simply stop typing. If the troll doesn’t respond to countless amounts of none responses to their comments, they will eventually go away because they know they have been caught. If there is no reply, then it maybe a legit argument someone is having with you.

Now, I’ve had to ask myself many times why do people get angry and say their opinion on memes and videos on social media? If you really feel this strongly about something going on in the world, do something about it! Don’t just sit behind a computer and fight blindly with people who already think your a coward for arguing over a computer. Yes, it’s the only way to respond to what you see on the computer, but go out there and do something about it. Stop relying on others to fight for you. A good song to listen to is “Do Something” by Matthew West. If you want to change something, you need to get off the computer and start today. No one else will do it for you. Pick up followers and start campaigns. Get the word out there and eventually enough people will back you to make a better life for others.

Battles With My Brain

I was talking to my fiance last night before we drifted off to sleep. This was after the long day of work and trying to mount a television on my sister’s wall. A long day with many profanities that seemed to be endless. Anyways, it’s funny how lately I’ve been trying to avoid new ideas for a new novel. Why!? Oh, Why would I ever want to do that?!

Here’s my issue right now. I’m battling with my brain on how to finish a story fast with quality, but here’s the problem, I keep wandering off to new ideas for different stories? I’m sure many writers have this problem, but I’m, in a way, rioting against my brain. I’m avoiding the temptation to write something else, but last night my fiance came up with an awesome idea for a story, but I don’t want to jump into it yet.

My computer had about twenty different chapters to twenty different stories that I’ve written. All of them I want to dig into, but I always find myself wandering to another story that I promise I’ll finish. It just never happens because I’m lazy and can’t write longer than ten hours a day for four days a week. If you ask me why not? It’s because I’m lazy, I procrastinate, and after work I usually end up sleeping. When I wake up, it’s late and I have to be at work early the next morning.

I had an idea though. What if I wrote 3,000 words for two to three different stories a day for a year. Better yet 1,000. Instead of writing on just one, work on three different ones a day. That would lead to 365,000 words a year. That’s a decent amount of written stories. Here’s my issue though, my organizing and memory suck! How do I sit down and remember what I wrote for each story?

I’ve learned something else about myself recently. I write about myself way too much. I feel like I hog this little bit of space each week, while every one else has something better to say. Then, I start writing about how I could wish to want to care about someone else’s writing when actually I hope for others to come read my page.

I think I’ve run into about five or six pages out of the 1,067 I have that I actually read consistently. All the reblogs I do are the blogs I read a lot. Here’s my issue though, I’ll go to blogs, like and comment their posts and even have nice discussions. Then, when I get back to my page I’ll get a like but no comment. So sometimes I get a little irritated, especially when it’s the same person liking every post, but no words to my posts. It’s like ordering a cheese burger and receiving it without the meat. Now it’s a damn boring grilled cheese. I know I sound selfish and I will be criticized for it, but we all feel it, right?

You can’t deny when you see my name liking every one of your posts, but I don’t say my opinion or reblog, don’t you get a little irritated? Everyone has selfishness in them to write just about them and only wants the approval from their fellow bloggers. Do you think anyone really cares about what you say? Probably not, but if that’s the case, what do you do to fix that problem? Every blog has it’s own uniqueness unless you plagiarize then you’re just an inconsiderate asshole.

I’m going to say I use to not write for followers, likes, or comments, but in reality, who doesn’t want their voice to be heard. If you feel that highly of yourself that you can say, I only follow those who interest me, then you’re in the wrong place. I know following spurts have actually helped me find new and interesting blogs. It has helped me learn about readers that actually like my work. I think I shed a few tears on multiple pages because they had problems in their life that they couldn’t see any resolution to.

Okay, I’m rambling now. I’m just pointing out the things bouncing in my brain right now. I know I jumped into two different subjects¬† sorry about that. I just want to say that we all are truly never writing for ourselves. You are writing for someone else and hoping to get some kind of feedback. Don’t be naive like I was from the beginning. I told my readers at the time, hey I don’t need thousands of followers, I just need the twenty I have, but I was very wrong. All the blogs I follow now really molded me into a better writer and reader.

Let me know how you feel about anything on here. Especially if you have any ideas on how to focus on one subject in writing a story.

Rain and Writer

He sat in front of the window, watching the water flood the glass. Lightning illuminated the sky as he felt a sudden chill run down his back. The monsterous roar of the thunder clashed with the tranquility of the rain drops pattering on the roof. A life so quiet and desolate only left a writer wondering how far this story could go. Could it go further than the sands of time or deeper than the oblivion that swallows the ocean? The letters fly from his finger tips like a deranged enthusiast on the wake of devastation. The whispers creep in his head to continue. Is this man living a fairy tale that only millions desire on a daily basis, or is it as real as those raindrops streaking down the double paned glass? One more bottle should answer the question that burns the charred insides of his imagination.