This blog post meets the self-imposed requirement of 48 blog posts per year.
Why 48 posts per year?
There are four decans for each of the twelve signs of the zodiac. Each decan occupies a “week.” Ergo, one blog post per week.
Now, earlier this year the author failed to publish his self-imposed deadline of one blog post per week. He committed to making up for the missed posts throughout the rest of the year. The blog archive measures the typicalness of a writer's procrastination.
The following is an excerpt from an unnamed story currently unpublished by the author:
In the locker room balling our eyes out, complaining how people can be mean to us, we shared with whomever was present,
The general sentiment of the public for when people are mean to me, even though their unkindness hurtful, their unkindness is accepted and welcomed as normal behavior because, people can be mean intentionally or unintentionally - it is part of being human - but you, Tyler, don’t you be mean, shame on you if you are mean.
Chillin at a county park Labor Day Weekend 2023. The park is out there in the country.
Nice to have an “out there” in Bucks County - a quickly developing metropolis of the Philadelphia sprawl.
So, out there in Bucks country is the border of another state. Being so far out there in Bucks county the nearest cell tower is in New Jersey. Phone service isn’t the best because of the out thereness of human development. For regular phone calls the circumstance is fine; for emergency phone calls, the outherenesss poses a problem for park goers in Pennsylvania.
Emergency calls from Pennsylvania are dispatched to the nearest cell tower in New Jersey. As of the chillin date, dispatch operators in New Jersey have no protocol for emergency calls from Pennsylvania; and local dispatch wasn’t trained for protocol for ranger response after hours.
The dude became aware of these dangers in communication with a Park Ranger.
The park ranger came around in the morning to collect camping fees for the prior night.
The dude explained he called local dispatch multiple times the prior night due to excessive partying into the wee hours. There was no response by any authority.
In normal conditions, anytime dispatch is called and a reasonable request for authority is made, law enforcement makes an appearance. The dude is well practiced in responding to law enforcement who are responding to just such a call. “Hey dude, we are here because we got a call. You’re cool, just had to stop by because of the call. Have a good day,” law enforcement would say.
Apparently, the dude and everyone are on their own when they go camping at Tinicum Park, out-there!
Eventually, the partying immigrants with no regard for neighbors quieted to sleep around 4am. This guy decided to play some good ‘ol WPRB as loud as Wilma could blast. The dude stood defiantly atop the picnic table in the last-quarter moonlight. A ten minute Italian ensemble piece ensued; echoing the valley that early morning.
A story of a time that changed the
course of history for one particular dude.
The author was writing a blog, beginning to share his insights and experiences with the world.
Part of the story is captured in the Dude and his Set-Up, another part of the story is in Free Write, and the key part of the story is featured below.
Back when the Ambitious Bull assisted the dude in the manifestation of the set-up, he reassured the dude’s deleted work from the phone was never gone
from his mind, body, and soul.
Ain’t No shame in the game we got. No shame in the game.
What is this game?
This game is a game of survival.
What makes survival a game?
Well, a game is composed of participants competing for some goal.
So, this game of survival is composed of living beings competing for existence.
The ONLY RULE is to survive.
Regardless of laws man creates. The ultimate law of all is to survive.
How living beings survive is incredibly diverse. Is there shame in anything for survival, even if it means degrading oneself, others or the environment around them?
Never!
Feel free to be as negative, unhealthy, and contractive as possible if that’s how survival will happen. Otherwise, surviving is best done in a positive, healthy, expansive way. However, in fact, there is neither a positive or negative way to survive. Just survive.
The author had felt shameful for his circumstance of van life. Unable to work a wage enough to cover rent. Unable to find positive, healthy, expansive people or family willing to cohabitate, except during covid! Unable to care entirely for himself, he felt shameful.
Why he felt shameful is due to an ignorant belief he had about survival. From a portion of his ignorant upbringing, he believed that there is some sort of respectable way to survive. He believed he should never ask for help and only give it.
The author now knows, there is no respectable way to survive. All means of survival have instances of both beautiful generosity and cold selfishness.
Part of his past belief was due to his location. He was in an affluent region of the country where many people had so much security in their survival, considerations of meager means were inconceivable. Also, in the same location, were people with meager means who also believe to not ask for help.
Fleeing the onslaught of another Mid-Atlantic winter, he traveled to a sub-tropical region for warmth. In this new location, many people come to flee the cold and share a similar means of survival from a vehicle.
For some, excitement is an extended protrusion.
For others, excitement is a hollow gasp.
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The author need not provide more or specific examples. You now have the opportunity to see the described perspective of reality more clearly.
A good friend of ours is a pastor. Unfortunately for him and his audience, he believes in a world without borders or boundaries.
Without borders, water no longer has a cup. Fire scolds freely. The cold creeps everywhere. Finally, Earth floats away from the Sun, bringing the final extinction of life on this planet.
Ignorant language lends false dreams and imaginations to our culture. These false dreams and imaginations create a quality of belief inconsistent with natural reality.
We can influence those who are in positions to influence others for a positive, healthy, expansive notion of reality.
Please remember to fund our work.
With you, I feel energized to be alive! Being energized to be alive feels good! We sometimes create things, other times we have new experiences. I could not have these experiences without you!
I am motivated because the importance is mutual! The mutual motivation to create something fun and engaging is surreal. With you, I am assured in my actions and encouraged to take on new frontiers.
Feeling assured by you is motivating, and encouraging. With this motivation and encouragement, unique expression becomes assured, I need not feel anything but gay happiness for my uniqueness. Being unique can leave me feeling isolated and alone, as is the nature of what is unique. Not feeling alone and isolated makes me feel loved.
I LOVE IN RETURN! I want to love you, and you be loved by me, and me loved by you. To be loved and loving is exciting! The mutual love assures joy in my unique expression of existence. I am incredibly grateful for your love. Your love excites me, and also soothes me.
Your existence soothes my nerves. I long to feel relaxed, soothed in sweet love. The sweet soothing love loudly validates an otherwise silent void.
Most importantly, I am not you - and you are not me! You are Beautiful! Your beauty shines brightly in my core, my heart, my mind, my creative expression, my language - all validating, soothing and energizing me. Beyond incredibly important, you are.
Finally, our efforts of expressing our perspectives and experience on this blogspot platform resulted in real social value coming our way!
The real social value given was already due to us - the previous post expedited delivery of value! The post alone did not change anything; only observed by a specific audience did the post initiate a real response.
Vulnerable on the Vanguard first began its motivation for manifestation in a therapy group. The group strongly believed our perspectives, perceptions, and experiences needed more exposure to an expanded audience, than just the meek, humble and encouraging group members.
We continue to remove fear from our being; as the fear fades, our light shines brighter in the firmament.
Vulnerable on the Vanguard validates the need for freedom of speech; proven in the real results following the previous post.
Given our nature, we are bound for more adversity with, and our humorous response to - ignorance.
Enjoy.
Fun about 150, in reading the Farmer’s Almanac in a past year, we learned about Dunbar’s number. Apparently, 150 is the approximate maximum number of people an individual can maintain a semblable relation. Also apparent, 150 is the approximate number of individuals in a military company, makes sense!
To Fran, the Human Resources Director at the YMCA of Bucks and Hunterdon Counties:
I’m sorry to see you wrap yourself into this conspiracy of lies about the wages of lifeguards in the aquatics department.
How much more time do you need?
On Monday 23 October you complained about not having enough time. A week and a half ago.
Now today, Thursday 2 November, you continue to complain about not having enough time.
I brought this real and serious issue to management's attention Wednesday 4 October. Four weeks ago! Management had a full period cycle to address this.
You were first made aware of this Friday 6 October. How much more time do you need to sit around, eating donuts and chit-chatting before addressing real and serious issues?
I thought we were past this Franny. . . on Monday October 23 you said “we will pay you for hours worked and the shifts for which Danielle excused you.”
What about the rate discrepancy!?!?
The rate due to me for any and all shifts, except training shifts, is $17.5821 per hour as described, declared and given to me in paychecks dated 7/27 and 8/10 and prior paychecks as well.
Before I do your job for you and give to you the breakdown of wages and compensation due to me.
Please acknowledge these truthful facts:
Some lifeguards are paid the same for supervisory shifts as they are for regular shifts;
Not all lifeguards are paid the same for the same shift;
Only my pay was affected, no one else's;
My pay was affected after a verbal warning;
The YMCA did not provide notice of the decrease in pay.
Any amount of disagreement of the above truthful facts is an admission of cognitive dissonance and conspiracy of lies perpetrated by Charlene, Anahita, Danielle, and now yourself.
Regarding my emotional response, how would you feel given the lies given to me? I am experiencing emotional and mental anguish from the dishonest practices of your organization. What sort of compensation do you think is fair for my pain and suffering? $4,000.00?
What prompted the above?
In my review of the underpayment drama, I discovered something concerning.
My pay was reduced for the pay period following a verbal warning meeting with Danielle, Charlene, Andres, Rob and myself.
The details of what transpired at that meeting are also concerning. One individual present was and is not pleased they had to depart for more YMCA work before the meeting's conclusion.
The fact that Anahita did not simply apologize for the underpayment and promise to address the mistake strongly and clearly proves a conspiracy of lies expressed by her and Danielle about my wages and the wages of my co-workers.
For tomorrow’s paycheck I expect $294.78 before taxes.
I only received $70. I'm tired of the lies and dishonesty.
A unique group gathers tomorrow to say fare thee well to the author; a group like no other, for what brings them together is one man, a man like no other.
Each individual is of a curious inclination, boldly exploring existence from their diverse background. They come together for him with a shared or similar nature of experience; and with mutual love for the type of person they are and he is.
Congratulations to them and him in their practice of being and breathing love.
Obstinately, the student-author did not write as his classmates began scribing in their journals.
The professor began to make his way around the semi-circle arrangement of seating in the classroom. When the professor arrived at the student-author not writing during free-write he asked, “Why are you not writing?”
“I can’t think of anything to write,” the student-author retorted.
“Write,” responded the professor.
“So, like, anything?”
“Write.”
“Like, cuss words?”
“Write.”
“Like, fuck and shit and bitch?”
“[Right].”
Satisfied with the freedom to misbehave a little in class, the student-author began to write freely the cuss words and the professor continued to finish the circuit of students.
Eventually the student-author became bored of writing cuss words. Soon other, more intelligent words appeared on the page. Just as a thought entered to write, the professor declared the free-writing time complete.
What is it about our own voice?
Where do we learn to speak?
Is our voice a collection of the voices we expose ourself?
Inherently.
The voices we hear, are the voices we hear, and hear, and hear until, at some point we speak.
With instruction we learn to speak more efficiently.
The same is true for our writing. With instruction we learn to write more efficiently.
The writings read can be templates for drafts written.
We write the way we read.
