Everyone's a story

I was walking through the mall today and thinking to myself how amazing we are as people. How many stories or different lifestyles or paths people can take. I saw two lesbians kissing on the escalator (or at least one of them was a lesbian). Didn't do much for me, but not something you see everyday. I also saw a man walking through the mall with a garden hose. Where he was going or coming from with that garden hose I don't know (and don't really want to know), but I'm sure it's an interesting story. Then I started thinking about my own life. I've sliced two fingers open baking a cake. A pipe burst and flooded my room the night before my 27th birthday. I've cut a piece of my hand off doing a cutlery presentation. Two of my friends from high school have been shot and killed, and we haven't even gotten to our 10 year reunion. I watched my parents' divorce eat away at my mother at the age of 6. All the decisions I regret, mistakes I've made, times I've laughed and times I've cried. Everyone has that. Each person you see...I think it's amazing how many different permutations of life are being led in this day and age. All the steps you've taken that someone else hasn't. And vice versa. It is truly phenomenal. I'll leave you with that.

The Speakeasy Will Win (cont'd)

I hate my doctor. Please refer to my earlier blog about eating healthy. This woman has now made me paranoid. She says I’m extremely healthy, but I need to eat 9 servings of fruits and vegetables a day. I told her she might see 4 or 5 tops out of me. No one eats like that. Then she tells me I have high blood pressure. That’s because this chick is stressing me out. If you had caught me before selling that foolishness about 9 fruits and vegetables BP is a lock to be quite low. Now…9 fruits and veggies…high blood pressure. I don’t have time for that. Pass the burger.

Oh, and the latest: I’m 6 pounds overweight. If anyone has ever seen me, you’d know that the words “over” and “weight” together should never be used to describe me. Now I look at myself in the mirror thinking “you fat fuck.” Ok not really but I could. And I actually lost weight since the last time I was there! So I had the potential of being 12 lbs overweight. Now I’m only 6 (phew). But what this does is it makes me think thrice about everything I eat. The Oreos I had earlier this afternoon…probably could’ve sat that one out. Mama Illardos pizza…I had two slices today, each of which may represent one less year I get to live. Fuck it. The way I see it, if my number is called in the middle of a meal, I’d much rather be eating a cheesesteak than a broccoli pop. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not going to subject my body to fat and grease and eat McDonald’s all the time…at least not in excess. Moderation is key here. But if I feel like a burger then guess what I’m going to eat…an f’ing burger. The doc can kiss my ass.

Speakeasy 2, Doctor 0.