Rediscovering Me

I think it’s easy for anyone to stop and take a look and say “is this really my life?” and move on. I think it’s harder for most to actually stop, ask that question, and then say “how did we get here? How do we change it back? How do we adapt to this?”

Three very good questions asked here. Let’s address each one to see how to rediscover ourselves.


How did we get here?

It might seem redundant or maybe existential to ask this question, but the reality is we’ve made the decisions to get to where we exactly are. The better questions to ask here: “are you happy?” or “are you sad?” If you answered yes to the latter, then we need to assess that. Maybe you’re exactly where you should be. Every single decision you’ve made has been strategically planned and you are more than content with who you are and why you’ve landed on the exact space you’re on in this big board game of life.

As someone that has struggled with anxiety and depression, I know what it’s like to answer yes to both of those questions of being happy or sad. Sometimes both at the same time. It’s OK.

I know that I’ve gotten to where I am from making decisions, some of them more on the fly than others. I am happy and I am sad with how I’ve gotten to where I am.

Here’s the part where I say I am much more optimistic about the future, which anyone with anxiety and crippling depression would have a hard time saying. I sought out treatments. I went through therapy. I have a mental illness, and I sought help. That’s the hardest part about all of it, kids.

So, how did I get here? Patience. Hope. Chances. Faith. Luck. That’s the truth. Your answers are probably pretty similar, too. Or maybe you really are an overachiever and really plotted out every move.

Failed relationships, failed friendships, body shaming, self loathing, agoraphobia; it’s easy to come up with reasons to not come out of my shell than not.

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A few months ago I had to confront a situation I never wanted to bother myself with again, but when your former best friend and you share mutual friends, there is always the chance you’ll run into each other. Almost 8 years later and we still had not talked. I know we both had asked our mutual friends how the other was doing, so why didn’t we just talk directly? But we did. And it was everything we both hoped it would be. Kind, cordial, and apologetic. Burden lifted.

A few years ago I wrote about scent memories. Did you know we have audible memories, too?

Last week I plugged a USB hard drive into my old college computer tower. I pulled all the files off of it and started listening to some of the music I had on there. My old running mixes. My old CDs I’d burn for my car. I could picture a lot of scenes in my memory to the music I was hearing. Running down West Main in Kalamazoo, running the Spartan Trail 5k, driving to Portage, sitting in the Lowe’s parking lot. I could hear it all, see it in my head, and I could even remember some of the pain I felt while running, the nausea sitting in my car not wanting to go into work. Thanks to reconciling that friendship, I found it easier to approach an active lifestyle again.


How do we change it back?

Spoiler alert: You don’t. Why would you?

Look, I get it. I know that change is scary and we stand in the place that we are because we’re comfortable where we are, even if it’s comfortable in not great things. But why would you want to stay the same if you know you could make it better?

This is what I have since learned is called a “breakthrough,” or an “epiphany.”

It’s so easy to stick to what we know. To hate and keep hate in our hearts for people that have done us wrong and treated us so poorly, but the reality is, you let them win every time you don’t go out.

I’ve made a name for myself in the video game journalist community, or so I like to think. Believe me, I know how appealing a couch and joy stick sound when wanting to blow off the rest of the world.

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But why shut yourself out? Do you feel you don’t have much to offer the world? Because you really do, even if you don’t know it yet.

No changing it back. We can’t ask a priest for a rez, get a 1-up mushroom, or teleport back in time. Our actions have to be accounted to ourselves and we have to live what we do. If you’re not happy with it, that’s OK because you can always work on redemption.

As much as I want to go back into a time before I met a few people I “loved” and just tell myself “Hey, no – don’t talk to that person, it’s just a road of grief and pain and misery,” you just accept it and learn from these mistakes. Or maybe these are not mistakes, maybe they are life lessons that you just had to learn. Either way you look at it, you can’t take it back.


How do we adapt?

We just do. That’s what we do as human beings. People that don’t adapt usually get labeled as crazy, or as a non-conformist. It’s not so much about conforming so much as accepting.

It’s about taking a look back at everything that happened in your life and accepting where you were at to where you have gotten to.

Remember that really cheesy saying? “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey there.”

Yeah, roll your eyes. But it’s real, and it’s a legitimate philosophy.


It’s OK if you’re not ready to admit some truths about yourself. I think the hardest thing in this world is to critique ourselves. But one thing you should remember – don’t listen to a damn word someone else says about you. Be you. Be your best you. If someone doesn’t like you for you, then send them to St. Felicia, the Patron Saint of Farewells. It’s important to love yourself. It’s important to love each other. But it’s OK to take some time out and love yourself more than others.

“Treat yo’ self.”

It’s nice to be back and writing again. Writing is a passion of mine. That passion was corrupted a few years ago. Working for The Hidden Triforce, then starting my own site, The Hyrule Herald, it became work and not leisure. And the fact that the Zelda community is filled with a lot of toxic butt-hurt people, and unfortunately, I am one of those people too. Oh well.

So I come back to this. To my college blog. The blog that I started to write for fun. To have my friends write with me. Unofficially Published. The greatest blog I’ve ever created.

One of the main questions I get is about the redundancy about the title because the articles become published. Yes, this is true; however, I am still unofficially published on the physical page. We’ll see if the book ever makes it out.

Don’t be afraid to be you. It’s nice to be back.

Oh. I have a podcast now. That’s a thing.

Site Changeup

Hey everyone. Another summer has come and gone and fall is fast upon us. With that in mind, change is upon us at Unofficially Published.

A few site changes are coming, along with a few new articles.

On a quick update note – I have paid off another student loan and that actually freed up enough money to be able to afford, or so I think so far, my own place. So that’s good.

Until next time, take care of one another out there!

Do What You Love

There are times I’m often annoyed when people will send me messages like this on Facebook:

Hey – uh, why are you always sharing stuff about Zelda? Aren’t you a little old for that?

No.

I am old enough and wise enough to not judge someone else’s passions.

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Is it childish to be a fan of a video game franchise that has been around as long as I have? I grew up with The Legend of Zelda and have always been a fan of the lore and fantasy of the game. And the music – oh my, I could listen to Koji Kondo’s music from this series for the rest of my life and not go insane.

I don’t understand how in a society that is really accepting what they consider “nerd culture” as mainstream culture. All it took was Joss Whedon and Christopher Nolan to bring some comic book characters to the big screen and everyone is a Marvel or DC know-it-all. Only you’re not. You’re a cinematic comic book know-it-all, sure. But don’t tell me that Spider-Man or Wolverine aren’t members of The Avengers – they were/are. Anyway, I digress.

They are.

They are.

The truth is we live in an instant technology age where we’re judged by sharing our thoughts and opinions. Check Facebook in a few months when the political stuff starts. I don’t judge my friends for what they want to. I might not understand their logic, but why condemn someone from enjoying themselves.

Video games are as much on the cutting edge of joining mainstream culture as comic book films are. The production value in a video game has continued to expand and improve with every hardware release.

So it’s never about being too old for something.

This mentality will always harken back to the late Don Fisher, founder of The Gap. Fisher is famously known for living by the philosophy “Do What You Love.”

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I write because I love writing.

I write about The Legend of Zelda because I love writing about, talking about, and playing The Legend of Zelda.

I sing because I love to sing.

I’m not a little old for anything.

I think you’re unwise to ask questions of judgment to someone else. If what you want to do is your passion and it’s not hurting yourself or anyone else emotionally or physically, then keep doing it. Live the life you want to live.

That being said, make sure you’re following The Hidden Triforce. I write for that site for fun. I write for this site for fun. I own this site for fun.

Don’t rain on someone’s parade because you’re not happy with what makes someone else happy.

Until next time…

Balance

I have no clue how some people balance their lives.

I’m a single adult and find myself struggling to accomplish the few things I want to accomplish in a day, week, or month.

Sure, some things are done out of necessity: being a parent, working, being a spouse, sleeping. But not all of those apply to me.

But how do people manage their time?  I find traveling so much lately is perhaps why I feel I don’t have good time management. Or maybe it’s not that I have bad time management, it’s just that I’m not focusing hard enough.

I had to sacrifice a lot to maintain the balancing act of being in a relationship, but even then I was accused of not having the right priorities. 

Though I believe in compromise, I don’t believe in radically altering your life for someone. That means you’re not being true to yourself. Why put on a facade of acting one way versus another?

I have a friend that I have no idea how he does what he does. Daily. 40 hours per week. Grad school. 30 hours per week on private business. 30 hours per week on homework. Married. Has to deal with some asshole friend often. I mean, to say I’m impressed is a lie. I’m amazed and jealous and trying to figure out how.

  

But that’s one person. I have siblings and friends that are married with children and sacrifice a lot of their time.

And what do I do? This. Well, not solely this because we’re a few months since the last post here. I miss writing. Writing used to give me a purpose, and I just haven’t had time to balance that passion back into my life. 

I want to be more available to write for here and for the Zelda sites I’m working with.

I want to get my own other site up and going.

I want to buy my first house…and at my rate probably my I my house.

I want to not have student loan debt.

I want to continue to get better at my job.

I want to be rid of anxiety. And the terrible mental practice I have on myself that not everything is the end of the world.

I just want to breathe and figure out who adult me really is. I started a running regiment again and I have the shin splints and leg pains to prove it.

The lesson I’m learning is to just learn to balance what I can and try to work on what’s slipping through.

Man maintains his balance, poise, and security only as he is moving forward. 

Wise words by Maxwell Maltz.

That’s the key. To just move forward.

Until next time… 

 

Unofficially Published Viewer Mail, Vol. 1

Every so often I get letters either via email or Facebook. So I’ve taken some of the few and compiled them with their answers.


Dear Unofficially Published,

What is up with the name? Isn’t it redundant if you publish on a blog? Isn’t it technically published?

-Confused

Dear Confused,

The name is a play on the idea of being an actually published author (i.e. magazine, newspaper, and book). Yes, I’ve had articles published before, but the name fits who I am and yes, it is technically officially unofficially published. Or at least WordPress official.


Unofficially Published,

What is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to give up? What is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

-Unmotivated

Dear Motivated,

The hardest thing I’ve ever had to give up would be Entenmann’s Donuts as I trained for my first 5k. That’s a truth. As for the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? To start running again. I ran that half marathon and lost all motivation after that.


To Unofficially Published,

You suck.

-Pointless

Dear Pointless,

Thank you.


Dear Ben,

Why do you not post your articles from The Hidden Triforce on your own blog? Aren’t they technically your property? Are you ever going to finish your Zelda paper that you started on in college?

-Looking for More Hyrule

Dear Looking for More Hyrule,

For starters, that is oddly specific. I have a few guesses to who you might be because only a select hand few knew of my Zelda memoir. Yes, I am working on that, and yes, that is actually for The Hidden Triforce.

As for why I don’t post those articles here, I like to keep the blogs I work on separate. It’s not any bit about being embarrassed about my work there – I link to the page as it is – it’s just that in my head my Hidden Triforce articles stay there and my Unofficially Published articles stay here. Thanks for being a fan of both sites though!

In the future, I will try and link to my articles over yonder.


Dear Unofficially Published,

Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what do you listen to?

-Wannabe Writer

Dear Wannabe Writer,

I do listen to music while I write! I feel that listening to music while writing can really help write out a scene (if I’m writing fiction), as well as keep a beat for me to type to and keep a great flow.

As for what I listen to, that’s a hard question to answer because it depends on what I’m working on. I’ll try to break it down:

Writing… Music Style…
Fantasy Fiction World of Warcraft, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars soundtracks
Crime/Mystery/Thriller James Bond movie soundtracks
Blogs Lately it’s been Danny Elfman music, but typically it’s Guster and She&Him

Hope this helps you out! I’m kind of a movie music nerd, but I was in band since 6th grade, so I come by it naturally.


 

Let’s Catch Up

As a writer, I feel there is a double-edged sword behind the idea of writing. There are days when I have what feel like millions of ideas flowing through my brain and my fingers can’t keep up when crafting these ideas into stories. Then there are days and months where I feel like I haven’t had an original thought worth writing about.

I feel like I’ve gotten so behind schedule on what I’ve wanted to get done and accomplished with this blog in the course of the year. That’s no complaint as I’ve preoccupied my time with a lot of exciting activities, a lot of travelling and learning from work, taking on new challenges in my spare time, and starting that thing called dating.

Sad to say, I’ve decided to scrap the rest of the England series. Mostly because I’m not entirely positive I can remember everything great enough to tell a story. The other reason is that I’m trying to look forward and not back. This isn’t to say I frown upon my experiences this past year, just that we’re well over a year to cram the rest of a story.

And for those that really want the ending, here it is:

I left England. Flew back to America. Flew out to St. Louis.  Went to Nashville. Came home.

That’s truthfully the extent of my travelling post-England. Not terribly exciting. Though I will say two things that I haven’t completely discussed. There was a brief week (almost two) where my brother was flown over to England to assist on the project. I enjoy working with my brother because he can explain things to me so painfully simple that it is beneficial. But he said something to me one night as we got on the Underground at Piccadilly:

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Brad & I – London Eye, December 2013

“Did you ever think you and I would ever be in England together? Look at all the places we’ve been to together because of Dad and his job taking him all over. But look where we are – did you ever once in your lifetime think that you and your big brother would be London at the same time?”

No. The bitter answer to that is no. Brad had been to England before. But then I thought about what he said and how many awesome places we really have been together as kids and now as adults working together on a project in England was a great feeling.

That, and no one will ever figure out why this is my favorite picture from Bristol.

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Love this picture of Bristol.

Why haven’t you been writing then?

I’ve been “busy.” I’ve also taken a break from the blog writing to do some fiction writing. But then I forgot that I can share that here because – hey, it’s my blog. And the 8 of you reading this will just really enjoy it.

I’ve got a lot of articles in the pipes and they’re on the way to the blog. Just be patient.

I hope everyone has a great start to their week. And take care of each other out there. Do something for someone, like go out of your way for someone. Kindness goes miles.

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Thank You

Hey all.

I’ll apologize for the delay in posting, but this topic deserved to be mentioned. Also, I’ll warn you that I’ve linked to some material that might not be safe for work or you find it offensive. Deal with it.

This week I feel like I’ve lost a great friend – but I never even met the guy. As said by my friend Jon, “Look how much we invited him into our homes and believed that he really was the characters he played. He was so credible and real. He gave everything in every movie.”

I can’t agree with this more, and I feel that’s why a lot of us can share the sentiment of saying “I’ve lost a good friend this week.”

It almost makes me jealous of people like Lewis Black or Billy Crystal, that have gotten to work with what appeared to be a genuine funnyman and humanitarian.

Growing up, Robin Williams was a staple of my childhood entertainment. I can honestly say, I would look forward to previews for any new Robin Williams flick, especially if it were a comedy.

He is a generation based celebrity – meaning that most of you reading can’t help but say “yeah, I’ve seen that movie with Robin Williams.” I feel pity for the children of today that will grow up in a world without new material from Robin Williams.

And that’s the core of it for me. His material. Yes, he was a terrific actor and nailed these roles out of the park, but what I will always appreciate and remember the most (aside that one time on Whose Line is it Anyway?) is his stand up.

I can remember as a young child, maybe eight or nine years old, sneaking into the living room after my parents had gone to sleep and watching A Night at the Met. HBO seemed to air this special at least every other weekend. I would have to contain my laughter as to try and not wake my parents, but he was funny. And I didn’t even get half of the jokes! It was his delivery of the joke that was always great.

Years later I would catch a stand up special for HBO again. Robin Williams: Live on Broadway. This was what defined my love for comedy my senior year of high school.

I look back at the many memories I have that are affiliated with Robin Williams and think: Thank you, Robin. Thank you for making me smile when I was sad, and expressing emotion when I needed to see it expressed. It may not be cool as a guy to say this, but I can’t watch Patch Adams without crying – and not even at the proper moments to be sad. These grateful tears come from watching these sick children warm up to Williams’ character. It’s moving and beautiful.

But the real take away from his death is the fact that in his stand up, Williams’ talks about his struggles with addiction and depression. This goes back to 1986’s A Night at the Met and follows through to his more recent Weapons of Self Destruction.

Williams’ death leaves people stunned because they think how can someone so funny be depressed? I find people that ask that have no clue what depression means or what it’s about. Karen Carpenter famously sings “What I’ve got, they used to call the blues…” in The Carpenters hit Rainy Days and Mondays. Being “depressed” does not mean you’re sad and that you need someone to pat you on the back and say “cheer up, kid.”

It does not work like that.

Sure – it can help, even be reassuring having a friend to reach out and lean on, but most people I know, myself included, dealing with bouts of depression want nothing to do with other people.

It’s not about exiling our loved ones – it’s about the inner struggle of ourselves trying to conquer inner turmoil, and sometimes, there is just nothing you can do to help us.

Depression is a serious illness. People suffer. Some overcome, some succumb to the demons inside.

The truth of the matter is you can always call 1.800.273.8255 – the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. Even if it’s not you struggling – if you see a friend, a loved one in a dark place, these trained specialists can help you help your friend come around.

A sad quote from one of Williams’ last films:

Suicide is a permanent solution to temporary problems.

What I want to close with is that Williams inspired me during college to give an attempt at stand-up and improv comedy. I had a lot more fun with the latter. I’ve learned that I’ve got a great wit and that I can put a lot of subtle humor into my writing, so thank you, Robin Williams. Thank you for giving me the courage to put myself out there and reach my friends and say here is who I am, I struggle too, and that just because I’m happy on the outside, doesn’t mean I’m the same on the inside. Don’t be afraid to ask me how I really am feeling.

Best wishes to my friends and family reading this. And to you, the stranger that doesn’t know me – I love you. You are indeed loved.

…but if there’s love, dear. Those are the ties that bind. And you’ll have a family in your heart. Forever. All my love to you poppet. You’re going to be all right. Bye-bye.

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Scent Memories (or Spaghetti)

Regular readers of the blog (aka friends) know that a few months ago I lost my grandfather. The only thing I asked for from my Papaw’s house was the pot he used to make his spaghetti sauce. I can’t explain what it is about the way he made his sauce, but it was one of my favorite meals as a kid. The taste, the texture, everything about this sauce with the spaghetti was the most Italian of cuisine this southern man could have made.

While at home, in between my recent travels that is, I’ve been able to prepare my own dinners and not eat out. This has been great for me, because I am happiest in the kitchen. I don’t mind cooking and preparing dinners – so ladies, take note.

My Papaw was a great cook – he knew how to make many different dishes, but his Spaghetti and meat sauce was a meal that I used to look forward to on Wednesday nights, because that’s what was for dinner at his house and I’d always have a standing invitation.

Remembering that I had asked for this pot, and I decided to make his spaghetti sauce. I called my mother to make sure I got everything right, the only thing I didn’t add was the onion, because I forgot to buy one.

I put the pot on the burner, adding a little Ragu and tomato paste. I let that warm and then mixed it together, adding just a little salt and pinch of oregano. I browned the hamburger and added that to the mix, gradually stirring to a very reminiscent consistency.

Then it hit me. Well, technically my nose.

I could smell the sauce. The aroma filled my kitchen the same way it filled his house when he made spaghetti and meat sauce. And in that moment of scent memory, I was mentally transported my childhood, sitting at his kitchen table watching him over the stove. A medium sized hand towel thrown over his shoulder, his left hand stirring the boiling water with pasta, his right stirring at a different speed in the sauce.

He would always ask how school was going, or how my soccer season was. Sadly, 10 year old Ben didn’t really have detailed answers to generate further conversation. I would usually say “yes,” or “good,” to both questions and that’s it. To be fair, I’ve always had better inner thought processes as compared to my actual social responses.

Still waltzing in my memories, time flashed forward to the last time I saw him. I had called him to see if he wanted anything for dinner and he said that KFC sounded good. I couldn’t disagree, as it had been a long time since I had enjoyed KFC. I had brought both of my dogs with me, which typically he was not a huge fan of dogs, but he didn’t seem to mind Sydney or Sadie. Which, look at them – who could really say no to them?

Christmas with the girls

Christmas with the girls

We both sat at the kitchen table, enjoying our chicken dinners and each other’s company. I noticed while he was eating, a few scraps fell to the floor and we both knew it. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m sure if I don’t get to it first, Sadie will have eaten it up…” and before I could finish that, Sadie was under his feet licking up the scraps off the floor.

He looked at Sadie and growled at her. I laughed to myself.

“What if I wanted to eat that?” he asked out loud.

I then laughed at that – because that’s who he was. This was the same man that when he had a bandage on his finger, if asked what happened, he’d respond: “Oh, I was picking my nose.”

I cleaned up the kitchen table and sat with him in the living room for a little bit. It was quiet around the house. My grandmother was moved to an assisted living home. We talked for a little bit, Sydney laying down right by him, Sadie in my lap. He asked me how I was liking work and if I liked traveling. 29 year old Ben wasn’t as limited in his social interactions, so I was able to interact with him a little more. I learned a lot from my grandfather and how he can remember the few times he had to travel for his job, but it was rare for him to ever have to go somewhere else for work.

I think the only thing I regret saying during our conversation was when he tried to give me a $20 bill for picking up dinner. A few years ago, I might have taken him up on that – but as I told him: “I’m not that hard off for money, Papaw. Maybe it’s just a treat for me to be able to provide for you for once.” But that old man was sly and quick – because when I got home I reached into my pocket and there was a $20 bill. I later gave the bill to my mother asking her to make sure it finds its way back into his accounts or possession.

And then the false reality broke down. I was no longer in his house, Sydney and Sadie weren’t near me. I was back in my home, standing over a pot of boiling water and simmering sauce with a towel draped over my shoulder.

Often imitated, never duplicated.

That’s the slogan to my Papaw’s spaghetti sauce.

The end result of my cooking was pretty close. I think the pot was the missing ingredient after all these years, because I know that my mother was making the same recipe for years. She just didn’t have the magical cast iron pot that had the memories and culinary knowledge of excelling on a good sauce.

What I think is important is that I now have an heirloom. To you, it’s just a cast iron pot and a simple spaghetti sauce recipe. But to me, it’s something of my grandfather that is still here in this world that allows me to recreate his brilliant culinary works, and remind me of the times on Wednesday evenings with him.

Just like he'd make

Just like he’d make

Hobbies

The last item entered into this blog is almost 2 months old. That’s unacceptable in my eyes as I wanted to strive to be much more active on this.

However, I am learning that hobbies can only be just that: hobbies.

If writing were my main source of income, it’d be a different story – but sadly, I’m grounded in a reality that has me working. A lot.

This isn’t a complaint – though in a way it is, right? We all wish we could spend more time on our hobbies, don’t we? Thankfully, my hobby is something that can travel with me, and through the use of word, I am able to share my travel experiences with the 7 of you that read this blog. Hi Mom.

But it’s not a complaint. I do love my job, albeit I struggle with interpreting some of the concepts so that they make sense to me, but I’ve learned to just roll with it and just keep with the flow and try to repeat the steps as best I can. At the end of the day, that’s all you can ask for out of a job, right? Something that presents new challenges daily. Otherwise, it’d be a simple burger flipping job where you clock in and stare at the clock waiting for time to pass so you can clock out again.

Just keep swinging away until time stops.

Just keep swinging away until time stops.

But as a hobby, I love to write. I miss writing. I wish I could take a month off and just do nothing but strategize on some of these plots and dialogue I hear in my head. Yes, I hear voices in my head – some of them say to kill, but mostly that’s because they’re characters in a story that are hell bent on vengeance. Writing has always been something that I’ve loved to do. I feel that I’m very good at crafting diction, more importantly understanding a character’s voice in my head for a scene that I’m writing out. But that’s my fiction writing, which I just haven’t been able to focus on enough to produce anything for this blog. There’s going to come a time where that’s not the case.

I can tell you that in the near future, there will be a continuation of The England Diaries…wait, is that what I named that? I need to rethink that. But there was a recent trip to St. Louis that involved super powder sugar-y doughnut desserts and that’s a great story waiting to be told.

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Bandana’s Bar-B-Q Doughnut Hole Dessert

There’s a few opinion pieces that are coming. Some are going to be controversial, but I hope dear reader you can understand that I no longer can sit in silence about some of the things plaguing our world. And as much as that sounds like the hopeful setup to a Captain Planet reunion, sadly, it’s not. I read some of the editorials in my local newspaper and I just get so sickened by the hyperbole presented. Then again, my local newspaper is representative of its readers.

Until next time …

Link: How to Stop Giving a f___ What People Think

Dear Reader,

There’s something you should know about me and it’s not easy to express, let alone admit. Around the age of 20, I was diagnosed as a person that suffers from depression. This later evolved into including anxiety attacks. My social circle often times played into these anxiety attacks, along with a job where every day I walked in feeling like I was going to get fired.

I encourage you to take a few minutes to read this brilliantly written article by Sean Kim. It’s more of a crash course in understanding how social anxiety contributes to these ongoing issues for people like myself.

http://thenextweb.com/lifehacks/2014/01/27/stop-giving-f-people-think/#!tRen5

Let me know your thoughts below or on Facebook.

Shout out to my good friend (and former roommate) Bill for sharing this.