Listening to Coldplay always gets me thinking.
When I get overthinking, I like to journal.
Will I love her forever?
Will I marry and have children?
Should I date others or dive deeper with my girlfriend?
Coldplay sings in my ears:
“You areeeeeee, youuuuuuu, areeeeeeee… Confusion never stops, and ticking clocks… Come out upon my seas… Am I part of the cure, or am I part of the disease?”
Journaling is part of my life.
What am I afraid of? What will I become? Who am I standing for?
I just read in Nepal, 20,000 girls under the age of…
A modicum of feeling here, a tinge of emotion there, and a whole lot of understanding.
That’s what I’d call love.
It’s intuition rumbling inside me until it confidently flies into the horizon on little lizard wings.
Love grows relative to the oxygen and space and sunlight you give it.
Love isn’t wild co-dependent infatuation. Not anymore, not at 42. It’s not grandiose affection spinning into eternity. It’s knowing…
Eventually, she will fart, and it will smell like f*cking rotten trash.
And that’s okay.
Self-compassion is where a growing type of love should start.
Be kind to yourself.
“Mr. Mullet… I’m not coming back with you,” she said. Her voice was flat, and it came through my ears into my brain like a distant song. I was half-asleep, but I immediately turned to look at her.
Something was wrong.
Her eyes lacked their typical glow of green. She laid stoically on her side, her beautiful face and body curled into the blankets that she always managed to slide away from me as we slept.
“What?” I asked quietly, as something dropped deep into my chest. “What did you say?”
“I’m not coming with you.”
“What — why?”
This is my first BDSM experience.
See, I went out on a first date with a beautiful, blonde-haired woman. She had round mysterious eyes, plump breasts, and sensual curves.
She peered into my soul with her dark eyes, and it wasn’t after a few beers and rum and cokes that she said, “I like you.”
“Well, thank you,” I said blushing.
“I’m into S&M and I’m a hedonist.”
“Wait, what? What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means, I find pleasure in many things that others may not.”
“Well, like what?”
“Like being your gimp.”
“Wait, what?” I asked her.
“Taylor, why can’t you just get a job and an American girlfriend? Have a kid?” my best friend, Matt asked me. “It’s time to grow up man. It’s time to be an American. Get married, have kids, move home.”
“Yeah, I hear you. I tried that already, remember? I moved to New York. I went on more dates than a rabid raccoon. And guess what, I got on the subway. I put on my work clothes. I went to work. It felt like a damn vasectomy every day.”
“Yeah, well, that’s life. You have to grow up. Stop mooching off…
To be something of real value to the world, and yourself, you must try harder to listen to your soul — that incorporeal essence of who you truly are. You must try to listen to that place deep inside you that no one knows about. That part of you that doesn’t care about “what” society thinks, or even your friends or even your mother, God bless her soul.
No, I don’t want to drive a Ferrari or climb some hierarchy of corporate peacocking. I don’t want a mansion. Or be someone of high status.
I just want to live aligned…
You let go of something intangibly hopeful when love leaves you.
You still aren’t sure what that hope came from or where it currently resides inside you or even if it’s an essence, or a feeling, or maybe just an uncertain nostalgia of what could have been.
Yet, when the broken knot in your chest spins tighter and hangs your heart in a noose, can’t you just let your feet dangle in the wind?
Or should you?
Maybe you want to commiserate in that melancholy victimhood or maybe you want to long for that insatiable belonging — and play that…
My Best Valentine’s Day Ideas are really just weird ideas I have while taking overly long bathroom breaks.
Do you want something else in your life but don’t know how to get it or there?
Do you feel American society slowly crippling your mindset, productivity, purpose, or happiness?
Do you feel lost?
Well, guess what?
It’s time to travel, and I’ll tell you why it will change your life if you do it right.
Granted, your internal evolution can taste like a shit sandwich. It can be uncomfortable. It can be lonely. …
My dating advice for men that wonder when they can stop being lonely, or have intimate sex, or change their dating direction (or life direction) could start with knowing this: change is possible, especially if you start small and simple.
This leads me to this rather not-so-unique dating advice for men idea. I believe the law of attraction is about understanding how to change one’s mentality from moment to moment so you can attract a person that actually fits you better from moment to moment.
You can stop reading now.
Or if you like suffering through my handyman…