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Sometimes I do dumb things 

Disclaimer. I used a couple bad words because I’m a grown up.

When meeting my friend to get the Broncos tickets yesterday we decided to grab a beer and chat. The bar had an outside patio with flowers in giant vases around the tables. We starting shooting the shit about the Broncos and Fantasy leagues when out of no where giant fucking bees swarmed and attacked us! Well it was technically one and it wasn’t giant, but that isn’t the point and it DID attack us! Actually it attacked our beers, I read once that bees are attracted to alcohol… or was that mosquitoes… a good blogger would have researched this huh…

So the bee was attacking my empty glass, actually a harmless situation now that I think about it, when my brilliance moved my hand into action. I grabbed the glass and quickly, with Korean ninja like reflexes, flipped the glass trapping the bee. I placed the glass gently down on the table and the entire west wing callapsed. This was due to faulty Chinese engineering and I would contact someone obviously if it were my glass. Fortunately it wasn’t, the giant fucking bee escaped, and I went to the Broncos game.

How was your yesterday?



The subscriber number isn’t real

I think mine says 51,000 or so. I really have 10 readers and I think they have a lot of different accounts. I too am amazed at their deligence.



A Note to my Readers

Recently more of my family has linked to my Facebook page and many don’t realize that it is mainly used to promote my blog. I have “subscribers” on there not friends really. It is not hard to find out who I am. After all I throw my real name around and exactly how many Korean Jason Cushmans do you think are running around out there? Not that many if the odd looks I have received over the course of my life are anything to go by.

I ask that if you connect to or comment on a post linked by my family that you be respectful. We are just normal people and none of us are celebrities in this world or any other world. Do not bring your drama here. This will be the only time I say this nicely.



The soundtrack of my heart

The soundtrack of my heart is constant and sounds like the clicking of letters as they are pieced together by completed thought. Sprinting fingers match sprinting mind as my body races to keep up with my imagination. A song of hardship, love, life, and living would be the music to my ears. Not overly dramatic, I am not drama. Not overly sophisticated, I eat with a plastic spoon. Simply words that flow and do not feel as if their life has been pounded out of them by trying to hard. For the soundtrack of my heart never stops and is never hard to find. I hear it even now.



Bronco Nation

7 hours from now I will be watching Peyton Manning and the Broncos. That makes me happy just thinking about it! And who doesn’t love $10 beers??? :)

Note: I’ll catch up on comments later. Be safe bloggers!

Note 2: Tom Brady is a freaking cheater! Enjoy that tarnished legacy you cheating loser!




Heavy Heart

My heavy heart beats matching your footsteps as you walk away. A silent, somber beat of farewell that only I can hear or tell. It is hell. And yet I wave as we part, smiling that false smile of confidence I will always give you. Even as my heart breaks and the pieces tumble inside of me. Could I pause this moment so that the moment could not end, I might. A heavy heart knows no end, but it knows a beginning.


Hide not your eyes

Hide not your eyes from my truth because it does not match your own. Instead appreciate the fact that everyone gets to be the most important person in their own life, as it should be. As it was meant to be. Far too often people forget that just because something is true for them does not mean it will be true for others. Everyone wants to be a preacher these days and pulpits are a dime a dozen. People want to lather others with the truth they think the world should embrace. How about you live your life and I will live mine. How about we walk our own paths and don’t share common ground. No matter how clearly you relate your moments to others they will still always be yours. I will never live a second in your shoes and you know what?

I don’t want to.



Two Minutes About A Storm

Source: Two Minutes About A Storm Almost poetic. I liked this a lot and the imagery was nicely done. :) -OM

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vLog – Broken Hearts


Broken hearts, like broken jewels.

They line the path behind me.

Breaking apart, how beautiful they break.

Lying as they were supposed to be.

One last glance, at distant past.

Waving to memories gone.

Used memories, they never last.

Forgotten feelings I do not long.


Blogging Goals – 1,300,004


I have often written that I use blogging goals and milestones to push myself each day. Another mile marker in the distance to strive for… that is never a bad thing in my book. What is anything without goals, accomplishment, and striving for more? That is one of the greatest things about blogging to me. There is no overall progress bar in life, there are simply things we do, try to do, and keep trying to do. I live my life by that.

When I created this blog in 2013 I read a lot of blog articles on blogging. It seemed like a necessary thing to do at the time, but what I never realized till later on is how wrong most of those articles were. People love trendy sayings and I have taken pleasure in blasting most of those silly quotes. “Rome wasn’t built in one day” is often said about blogging and the goals we set for ourselves on social media. I absolutely hate this quote when referenced to a person’s goals or progress towards those goals. I will even say back “well it might have been if Koreans had lived there.”

Why do we do the things we love? Because we get some satisfaction out of them or else we wouldn’t do them. I gain a lot of satisfaction in watching my little corner of the blogosphere grow and it hasn’t been an easy road. 2 years later and I stand battered, but not broken. Having completely deleted the content of this blog twice, I can safely say that there is no formula for success. There is simply the willingness to keep your eye on the ball and to keep striving for that damn ball. Today I hit 1,300,004 views and I am happy about that fact. There was a time fairly recently when I thought 1,250,000 was going to be my last milestone.

I take pride in my view count because I gained it through legitimate hard work. There are shortcuts to anything and I could have easily used those shortcuts and tricks to reach my million views in a couple months. I would have lost 75% of my subscriber base though. Instead it took 2 years and a lot of effort to gain my first million and I received no help doing it. That is how it must be, how it should be, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I owe no one for my small successes on this website other than the people that take the time to read it. For that I truly say thank you. I try to show my appreciation in my own way.

-Opinionated Man


vLog – A Book of Triggers Page 1- By: Jason C. Cushman

Something a little different. -OM

If I were to imagine a book of life it would best be described as a book of triggers. For what is life other than a slowly revealed circle of need, want, and more need? My book of triggers has always been my journals that I have kept throughout my life. Triggering thoughts, feelings, and emotions of the moment laid to permanent rest by drifting pen. At rest, but never sleeping, they are active memories that swim before my eyes even still as I read my life from dried ink. Is there a point when life can finally be accepted and we see a trigger no more. No, I think not.

I have lived my life balanced on the knife’s edge of emotion. Being far too sensitive as a child, I carried much of that pain because of my inability to ignore pain. To ignore the barbs of life that found welcoming flesh every time within my body. Within my soul. Is there an MRI for the soul and what would the picture of mine look like? I imagine my soul is much like me. We would not appreciate the eye of such scrutiny or the nakedness of such honesty. We would instead turn in upon ourselves, as we have always done, seeking the shell that God never blessed us with.

I write my triggers because I recognize they exist. They are as real as the scars that mark my skin. Denial is a luxury I cannot afford anymore and maybe never could. After my first suicide attempt I realized that I very much hold the ability to deny. I could ignore the sun until it burned my face. Actually that is an apt analogy considering I still remember the burn of bile coming up my throat as my body fought desperately to live. I do not take credit for such actions. A white flag of acceptance hovered above my falling body during this point of my life. Falling for I had indeed fallen to the moment. There was never a clearer time in my life as my body fought to live through my stupidity and that is ironic still to this day. To me the sadness that fact brings is the largest trigger of all.

Jason C. Cushman

-Opinionated Man

Why I Care About Likes and Follows

They mean everything to me! I die a little when I lose a subscriber and I live a little more when I gain a follower. Likes! I love likes! It means I am awesome when I get a “like” and it makes me want to be more awesome. What better motivation could someone ask for? I care about all those things because it means I am a good blogger. Sometimes I just stare at my screen until the numbers change. I then cheer… by myself… and I feel great doing it! Hate me all you want! I LOVE likes and follows! They mean the world to me!




Can I say what I wish to say, my back against the wind.

Can I write what should be written, a start I begin again.

How should I present my words with change of inner heart.

Pressing words, printing, press them, I need a place to start.

A changed name, unassuming me, a crow in the night.

Finding freedom, freedom at last, a crow takes final flight.



Tuesday at Ten { someone I admire is . . . . }

Opinionated Man:

I thought this was a touching tribute and a great writing prompt! Anyone looking for a writing prompt today? :) -OM
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“Someone I admire is my mother.” Now unfortunately I need to rephrase that as “Someone I admired was my mother.” She is no longer of this world and I miss her very much. She taught me wisdom and caring for others.

I was in my early 20’s when I had my first 2 children and when the 2nd one was born my mom was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. If you don’t know, Parkinson’s Disease is a progressive disease, one that affected her body movements, not her mind. At the end it did take her mind as she developed dementia from it, but right up to the end she tried her best to keep up with her routine of helping people. She would help anyone who needed her. She was spiritual woman and also a medium.

I admired the way she handled herself as things got worse and dad…

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Opinionated Man:

I have night terrors often and try to explain the difference to people between them and a nightmare. Most people don’t get it. I don’t think you can define the “fear” we feel while in them huh? It is hard to explain if someone hasn’t had one! I wish I could wake myself like you do… instead I simply stopped dreaming. With help. -OM
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Random post time!

Ever had a Night Terror Before? I have.

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Day of 100

Opinionated Man:

100/100! Sounds like good numbers to me and reason to celebrate! Congrats! -OM
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Originally posted on The MomHood:

Well everyone. I hit a milestone on my blog. Actually two, big ones in the eyes of a new blogger.

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I was reading your blog

I was reading your blog today as you read mine. Feeling like two ships in the night that just might finally meet at last. At the very least we seemed to exchange thoughts with one another… as I read your blog and you read mine. A connection felt even if not heard. Still we can’t help but draw confidence in the knowledge that someone is listening. Someone cares to read our blog and our words. What a great feeling it is to be aware of being noticed. I felt that way today while I was reading your blog and you were reading mine. I felt the connection that only bloggers feel.




“There was a time when I would have traded my life for a glass of scotch. Not a “good” glass either, just something that contained instant gratification and the ability to remove me from the moment. The problem with life is that when you run from a certain moment you begin to keep running. Before you know it you haven’t run from one moment, you have run from half of your life.”

Jason Chandler Cushman

-Opinionated Man


Who is Next?

Who will we say goodbye to next? As bloggers fold their tents quietly in the morning before the setting of inspiration has hit the blogosphere. Their absence is noted in the ever changing skyline that is WordPress, a land many of us travel to daily. We scroll through endless layers of fonts and shared passions all the while searching for our own inspiration of the day. And sometimes that inspiration is found not by the finding, but by the recognition of the lack thereof.  Missing words of kindness we read daily, a gravatar that never changes but suddenly is just missing. Vanished into the void that stands between the written and the deleted. How often does that same void wipe away the existence of someone we have grown to care about? Someone who one day lives vibrantly through their shared expressions online and suddenly one day they vanish. Leaving nothing but a 404 behind.



You Can’t Help Them All

I have to remind myself sometimes that I can’t help them all. I don’t see myself as some Joel Osteen and I never want to be. I see people struggling though, trying to figure it all out… and it sticks with me. I may not react that day, but sometimes weeks later I’ll revisit their blog and share one of their posts. No I am not the Korean Santa Claus, I just think it takes such little effort sometimes to help people and why not do it? Why not? Everyone is so focused on their dreams and goals and I am no exception to that. That is why I browse a lot of new blogs every week, to inspire myself and remind me why I love to blog. I am reminded every time I see a new blogger happy with their first post, their first follow, or their first view.

“You can’t help them all.” I can’t help them all; I just don’t have the time or energy. And so I help when and where I can because I remember when I first started last year and the large bloggers wouldn’t give me the time of day. They wouldn’t answer questions or emails and treated me like another peon. No one wants to feel that way, myself included. I treat other bloggers as equals because that is what we are. We are all here pouring our hearts out through our medians and that is blogging. That is why we do it.

Motivation and inspiration are so easy to give. It can come in the form of a random comment or visit to a person’s blog, a kind word of encouragement to someone that is struggling, or just simply recognizing the existence of a person. As much as I network and push my blog, I recognize that the people I push it to ARE real people. That is a difference in outlook by choice and why I don’t refer to those that visit my website as “fans.” You never know who you might be helping even when you don’t actively try. You can’t help them all, but you can easily help someone.

Who will you help today?


Why I Blocked Your Blog

I have begun to block bloggers from my blog that have expressed dissatisfaction with the content found here. I will not make my blog private, but instead will force all of you to remove my blog from before your eyes. I will help this process by actively blocking bloggers that can’t play nice or that I simply don’t like. There is nothing here for you. This is a personal blog… go try Huffington Post.



Finding “time” for blogging

Often bloggers, authors, writers, and people will claim they don’t have “time” for blogging. I’ve found that people often have far more time than they realize. People are just incredibly lazy and want “something” for nothing. You create the blog it doesn’t create itself for you.




Could I write the pattern to my heart. Leaving stepping letters like stones towards my meaning. The meaning of each word lending itself to the sentence. Sacrificing sentences to describe the moment and using overly flowery language to avoid offense. Isn’t blogging great?



Fallen Man

Broken man, you break so well. Broken, breaking, falling down. Breaking man, see your crown. Broken and now two halves for sale. Fallen man, how far you fell. Slipping from so high to hell. Broken man, can you break some more? How much more do you think you can endure.





Changes come like the transitioning leaves above. Beautiful as they slowly die from right to left or left to right. Their death personified by the changing of their color. A beauty, a beauty we gasp at. Appreciation found in a canopy of little dying souls above. The heavens rain tears down on them.




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