The Pseudochiatrist Is In

When having a pretty deep conversation with a friend, I was able to actually pull a few things away from it that I found relevant to a few things I have been dealing with recently. I think this is some Food for the Soul we can all enjoy.

1. Know Yourself. 

You are the guiding force in your own life and no one knows what direction you need to go in but you. Your body is a biological GPS and it WILL guide you to where you need to be.  As it's helpful to have advice from friends and family, at the end of the day, YOU have got to be satisfied with what YOU are doing and where YOU are going, no body else. Be honest with yourself. It'll save you a lot of trouble.

2. It's okay not to live up to societies standards.

We're the TV generation. We're raised on being told what a man is supposed to look like and what a woman is supposed to look like and all of that is just bullshit. We're not all meant to be models, millionaires or business people. We're human and we're meant to be just that. Not perfect. We aren't and we never will be. And that's okay. The things we do need: Love, Acceptance and Purpose, all come from within first, externally second. Remember that.

3. You won't know until you feel how hard rock bottom is. And it'll be the best thing that has ever happened to you.

This is a HUGE lesson I believe a lot of people missed growing up(and especially in their adult years) . We need to feel how hot the fire is so we know what we're dealing with. I believe this is the most important lesson in life. This is the moment that can make of break you.  This is the catalyst that creates the person you were meant to be. No one can save you , you got to want to save yourself. No one can help you, you got to want to help yourself.

And as always  .......

4. What are you really afraid of?

Ask yourself this and be honest.  What are you really afraid of in life?  Because unless it's directly in front you or happening to you,  there is nothing to be afraid of. 

Seriously, if I could workout, eat, play video games, travel and help people all over the world for a living, I would. Actually, I plan on doing it.

SeanB

Food and Drink. The International Language.

Now days you can purchase a device than can translate any language into your own and vice versa in seconds.  While that is helpful, especially when you're a certain super hero traveling all over the world being awesome, it lacks passion.  Such passion in the languages of love like French, Spanish or Italian being spoken in a weird robotic dialogue.

If you aren't rolling in mounds of cash to be able to purchase this, or don't have the patience to learn it, there is another way to communicate with passion. From ocean to ocean. The phrase is called "International Delicacies."

Food , and drink,  is a language of love.  A wide spoken verse that can bring men and women of all culture and background to the same table in harmony. I believe it does this with love "cooked" in your food, brewed in your coffee, and added to your desserts.

I can remember a time during my past relationship, my ex was making a specialty of hers (Her Italian was out of this world.  Next to her Greek) and I'm getting excited as the smell starts filling the kitchen, the wine starts to pour and the salads are being served.  The main course comes and, at first bite, everything changes. It didn't taste like anything! I've never had food that tasted like nothing!  She knew it was off by my reaction as I wasn't floating on cloud 9 holding my belly with a smile on my face.

Calmly, because you know you're in the danger zone when you begin to criticize the cooks food, I simply ask,  "are you alright? The food's off." (Because I'm that smooth)

After a conversation that was smooth as sandpaper dipped in honey and rolled in broken glass, we came to a mutual understanding, ate what we could, finished the wine and ordered a pizza with a B-movie night to follow. 

I believe to become well verse in this international language is to explore the world of delicacies. Try new foods, try different coffee blends, try new wines from different countries.  If you can't explore the land physically, use your taste buds. I also believe your cooking is a reflection of what's inside you.  Yes, fresh ingredients and a method does help, but it's the love inside you that will make your delicacies taste like that of an executive chef.

Bon appetite y'all

Sean

Paper Burns and Fire Dies

As children, I believe we all took those fairy tale stories our parents read to us a little to literally, but, then again, what did we know? right? How were we supposed to understand what we heard and believed was just that ... "Make believe"?

Unicorns and Prince Charmings don't really exist and, for those who are legitimately looking for a legit person in their life, it sucks. It sucks bad. It actually almost makes you want to elbow drop whoever came up with such bullshit. It lead us to believe that in our life, eventually, our fairy tale will come true. I think this is more for girls, as for guys it's more like "Where's my porn star hot ass wife who will never get fat, old or ugly?? * well, most guys at least. I say this because I was once like that. Sue me.*

Here's the truth, when our parents and grandparents were in the dating scene, there REALLY were such things as Unicorns and Prince Charmings. The Unicorn, or the perfect woman in a man's eye, and the Prince Charming, or the perfect man in a woman's eye, all walked amongst each other and married, actually stuck to their wedding vows and made a home for their children and all that fun stuff.

Now, fast forward a generation or two, and the dating world has slipped into a Post-Apoctalyptic pile of Brontosaurus shit * Enter Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park* and the previously mentioned mythological creatures are rarer than rare can get. In fact, they're so rare I heard big foot claimed he had photos of such bizzare mentions. Who knows, and who wants to argue with someone called big foot anyway.

But, as we do not have our mythological creatures, we have a new problem in our selfish generation of independent men and women and the leeches they support. We cannot seem to either stick to a single commitment, let alone a vow, and we can't seem to decipher what we want and what we need.

I've been through a little, so let me break this down for you. You have two people in your love life that you will run into. You have your fire, and you have your paper.

The paper is that individual you meet that, on paper *get it*, is the perfect ideal person for you to commit to. They have a great job, make great money, can take care of you, come from a great family, they seem like the "ideal" candidate for you to spend the rest of your life with. But, on paper, that's all they have. These are usually the type of person you marry for security because you don't make enough money, are tired of working or just a leech. The relationship lacks anything outside of conformity and acceptance of where you are. Don't be surprised if this one ends in a divorce *much like everyone's marriage now-days it seems*

The fire. The fire burns, yes it does. This person is the person you know is just trouble. No matter how you look at it, no matter what red flags come your way and no matter who you meet after, before or during. This person will constantly occupy your desires, your mind and ignite your senses into a flurry of roundhouse kicks and tequila shots. This is the person you desire and think of most while maintaining your mundane and melancholy existence with your paper match. They can't offer you as much as your paper, but they do more for your spirit than you paper would even conceive.

I believe it's our own personal duty, being in this selfish generation, to know who you are and what you want before you, unintentionally or not, ruin another persons life with your ignorance because here is a fact I'm gonna throw at you:

Unicorns DO indeed exist and they are rare. They are rare because some asshole bagged a unicorn, killed it and bragged about his exploits to his other asshole friends.

Prince Charmings DO exist and they are also rare because they fell for the wrong woman and she ruined him.


Whatever you seek, your Charming or your Unicorn, they will possess BOTH your passionate fires while maintaining your life on paper as well.

So I guess my final question is ....

Why settle?

Sean

Adios' San Antone

Heat beats down on the back on my neck, as if I owed it money for something, while the soothing sounds of George Straight and Willie serenade my senses as I see the city of San Antone in my rear view mirror. Slowly disappearing ever so slightly by the mile.

Adios good ol' San Antone. Until we meet again, happy trails to you.

I cruise through these familiar highways and streets being reminded of where I came from and what I've experienced during my short time here. Four years doesn't seem like a long time when you can remember, as if it was yesterday, you in your old car hitting the road, running your own business and  writing for a prestigious local magazine ( Shoutout to San Antonio's NFit Magazine).  But even though everything seems familiar, it seems, it couldn't be any more unfamiliar.

Things change, people grow up and/or apart, and energies move on.  During my time there, I felt as a stranger wondering around in a strange land. Familiar faces turned strangers, old friendships turned questionable, and, for some reason, I can't help but accept this.

Even though I'm long out of the reach of the 1604, I can't help but reflect a lot on myself and my idea of what friendship really is.

I've only shared this idea with one other friend who, at the time, was my best friend and, ironically, my ex. We both shared this belief that we could be the best of friends and maintain a connection, regardless of how often we communicated or saw each other. As time goes on, I've  shared this with another one of my friends, but this isn't exactly a common thing I'm finding.

But even as people I've known have changed, maybe it's not so much them, it's me. I've changed and I know I have. Things I've valued four years ago are so different now, I can't seem to ignore it. I once valued progression measured in attainable assets that I could put on a display, in a way. Whether it was where I lived, what I owned, what I accomplished, etc.  You get the picture.

Now, I find myself valuing anything that cannot be purchased or displayed. I value conversational depth, food for my soul, vibes and energy from the environments and people around me. I've even developed this idea of, "Get Something. Give Something." mentality where I find myself giving things to those who gave me something I have value in now. Whether it was precious pieces from my travels or acts of labour or work to help someone out with something.

The small crossroads of Junction grows nearer as I'm speeding down the highway at damn near 90mph. In a rush to get nowhere. And as the sun kisses the skies goodbye, I look back on those who were there when the dust settled when this huge life change happened. They know who they are, and even though I'm focused on the road, my thoughts are always with them, as are my prayers.

Loyalty is everything now. Friends, family, coworkers, opportunities, words, or anything else are nothing without loyalty behind them. I find loyalty to be the bitter pill of honesty. Everyone wants it, none can give it nor can they take it. Because who really wants to hear how badly one if ruining their life? I guess only those who want to change for the better.

Home is only 30 miles away at this point. Dusk hugs the horizon, the music is just right and I'm okay with it all. My opportunities are few, but I trust in the process of life. I have a few things in the works, and I know I'll be taken to the right road to where I need to be. Trust in the process of your life because if you're on the right path, you'll get to exactly where you need to be at the right time.

Don't let them try to satisfy you with just words and don't take anything at face value. Dig deeper because that's where the treasure is.


Sean