My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
In the response to http://aopinionatedman.com/2014/04/17/challenge-most-influential-writing-moment/
I am going to share ‘my most influential writing
I have such glorious moments very often. There are two types of them that I have experienced.
Type 1 Moments:
These are the moments when I feel a divine connection. I pack my bags and go on writing like I am on the mission rescue to all the struggling souls. (You may read about this phenomenon here http://baadseher.wordpress.com/about-author/ ). Lending helping hands, seeing through my scholastic glasses with a coffee mug on my side which soon cools down as I forget to sip in enthusiasm of writing.
Type 2 Moments:
These are moments when ..ummm… we have fights/arguments. (I cannot believe I am sharing this to the world!) When the dust settle down after the battle, stories emerge from my mind ( http://storiesbundle.wordpress.com/ ). They keep on coming until the pain of fight is…
Your truth is not my truth unless I accept it. And like a picky eater I will choose what I like and discard the rest. I see absolutes in the morning and different shades of right in the Fall. But come Spring I may again only consider the black and white of the world, which is my right.
I challenge the man who will force his views upon me to come and try. I do not dance, but our feet shall surely tango. I need no forceful aggression in this duel of wills, only a single phrase.
I love my current blog hopping that I get to do each day. I have been reading a lot of your blogs and I have a couple observations I just want to voice. Not really to anyone in particular… just a conversation between the wall and me.
I often read posts under the tags “love and relationships” where a woman is complaining about continuously being asked out. Granted… often times this post is not accompanied by a picture (cough, cough bullshit), but in the spirit of this post OK you are a drop dead gorgeous dame that gets hit on all the time. I would like to point out that I have never in my life said “drop dead gorgeous dame,” but I was trying to think of what a misogynist would say. Surprisingly enough it actually doesn’t just “come to me.” Imagine that…
So in the most recent post I read a woman complained about how men are predators when they learn a lady is newly single. She ranted on how sad that is and how men are ignorant for adopting this attitude of “well you are available now” when it comes to approaching relationships. Personally I agree. I mean what an asshole right? He waited until you were single and then dared to ask you out? What a fucking moron, we should probably castrate that horn dog. What an audacious bastard to think that just because you are single you might want to allow this guy to buy YOU dinner. What is wrong with the world?
How about what is WRONG WITH YOU! Do you know how many people never get asked out? Sounds funny to you right super hotness? Guess what? Not everyone is so lucky as to get asked out and even more importantly not everyone has the opportunity to be picky. That guy that asked you out that you so disdain probably sat around figuring out how to approach you. He probably practiced it in his head. He should have inserted your mockery into the mental picture huh? You live a rough life unnamed woman.
People need to stop and consider the other side of the court. Such selfishness in this world, everything is me, me, me. What ever happened to just being nice because of the principle of it? No, instead we belittle people and then take out our anger on them as if they are the cause. Take a strong look in the mirror before you define someone as the cause of your issues. Most cases you are the creator of what is bothering you. Not some poor chap that is simply gathering up the balls to ask a girl out on a date. Women can be such assholes.
I promise you the sun and instead offer a candle as light. The force of my will alone seems to strengthen the light shining from it. Bright as the sun, the stars they weep in envy. I take pride. I take pride in the joy I have brought you, not in the deed that has been done. For what strength of one cannot be accomplished by many? Ah, but there is one. It comes to mind as the sun hides his eyes and scurries away from his chasing mistress. She beams down with pride upon our accomplishment. For you see the candle is not feeding off me alone. No my dear… together we empower this flame and our mirrored smiles will turn to greet the moon as our candle becomes the sun.
I once saw a woman die. There were no clouds that parted. I looked in her eyes and saw no glimmer of understanding and even to the end that did not change. I watched for the coming of something… and saw nothing from it. Instead what I witnessed was the passing of time. And time stopped for just a moment, she turned and took that woman’s hand and they drifted away.
That was the image of death, when I once saw a woman die.
Well I think it is fair to call me an asshole. But don’t we have that right online? I mean… we are forced to be polite to people all day right? Be nice to the guy at Mcdonalds or he might spit in your burger, be nice to your manager or your ass is fired, be nice to the customers because they always seem to come first (but you better not lose the company any damn money in the process of being nice to customers). I am over getting upset at being called an asshole. Seriously, can I just accept the fucking label already and we move on? Why do I have to be nice to you? Am I on your website or did you live my life? What because I have an audience I am supposed to stop ranting about the very things we create a blog to rant about? Well… that is the shit end of the stick isn’t it? No… no I think I’ll keep doing me. I’ll write whatever I damn well please and whenever the “blog police” show up they can do what they need to do. We are all Korean gangsters in this movie.
I hear a whisper in the wind. Meanings twirled within reason resulting in conclusive thoughts. But what has been resolved? There are debates and there are arguments, but both can be done in the same voice. That person speaks to me now. He is myself.
WoW… what in the hell was that? I really need to lay off the drugs. I am going to bed. I am pressing publish because I don’t delete… ever. Except for that one time.
I wonder, as I sit here drinking my ridiculously large can of beer, what dreams may come. Always setting new goals, I have a ridiculous natural tick that causes me never to be still. My mother hated it, I think it is natural, and the world continues to turn. I am never doing one thing and I wonder how many are like that. Actually I would go further and say I am always doing three things, but no one would believe that. Mental lists, always checking things off. The battle between efficiency… and a possible disease. What would be the cure? To be static sounds like torture to me. I think the only times I am motionless and I let my mind stop are when I am watching a movie, and that in turn is only when the movie is brand new and really good. Otherwise I am probably on my tablet tapping away. I blame Korea.
For nearly 140 years Eastern Market has been an important part of the Capitol Hill community. It has been a neighborhood market and gathering place for residents of the DC Metro area. Designed by Adolph Cluss, Eastern Market was completed in 1873.
Plagued by declining attendance after World War II and supermarket wars, Eastern Market was about to be closed when residents rallied behind it and in recent years it has seen a resurgence in vendors and patrons.
Working my ass off. The guy says I smell blood in the water, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t realize what so many also don’t realize. They think they know aspiration. What is aspiration to you? A check mark, a goal, another level… please, I stand at the shore of aspiration. She is a big ass fucking ocean and she is fierce. She challenges me, makes me want more… I want it all. Not a little, not a bit, not some… I want the whole fucking thing. Is it so wrong? Call me egotistical, maniacal sure… give me a fiddle, where is the nearest fucking wall and match. I feel it. I see it clearly now.
She looks at me and asks “what do you see?” I see my dream. Everyone has one good idea their whole life, I have found mine. My chips are in, I am all in. Come WordPress close down my website, shut me down. Do as they tell me by email you will, with your thunder and moderation. I will conform and go private, because I have it already. What I need. It is a stagnant ocean full of fish and it is here. Not there, over there… I hate over there. Soon there will be no more over there, there will only be “where do you wish to go dear?” And we shall go. Like the wind… the wind that has been trapped for so long.
Already the tickets may have been punched. Change on the rise? What life is not without it? At least one worth living. And so we always search for that next page. That next drop of ink or paint. Whatever it may be, we capture moments. Like the photo I took of that home on that hill. It isn’t a dream, I don’t do dreams. I do reality. I will own that hill. Fuck it… I’ll build a bigger one.
We went to The City yesterday to enjoy a one-man play called ‘The Scion’ by Brian Copeland at The Marsh theater in the Mission District. If you’re in the area, I highly suggest this play and I think it runs for another couple weeks. It was incredibly good! Prior to the play we ate at a really great Mexican restaurant…umm yes, one of probably hundreds in the neighborhood, lol, and then walked around a bit.
We found an area called Balmy Alley where there were lots of murals on the walls and we noticed that there were tour guides explaining the murals to visitors. I decided to put a gallery together containing some of the murals just because they are so vibrant and fun!
Do you all behold the male pedestal before us? It holds up yonder tower above all other things made by man or woman, and still we find comfort in shaded splendor. See how the light seems to gleam off the side and blinds the disillusioned in their fruitless debate. From the top of the we can even see the lesser shadow of Lady Justice as she frowns in discontent at her lesser placement… they must have run out of funds. Still the air is much lighter up here above the stressful cacophony that never ceases to omit from yonder beaks. Upon this rock that we know is the male pedestal.
I have seen a number of articles touching on the “Men’s Rights Movement” and grumblings about how men have so many rights. Let’s take a look at some of these examples shall we?
“Religion is sexist. Men get to be Pope.” – I love this one. Yes, all men get to be pope. In fact I wear my pope hat at home sometimes, just for fun. I also preach from my doorstep to all mailmen that dare come near my synagogue. You can call me Pope Jason the First. Thanks!
“Men don’t have to suffer the indulgence of having cat calls all day.” – First off… I really would love to see a 24 hour video of the “women” claiming they get cat calls “all day.” Seriously… you better be a 10. Secondly, most guys would LOVE if women offered such animalistic shows of support. It just means you are sexy and you bring out the beast in us. Don’t hate us women… we are such barbarians! How dare we?!?
“Men don’t have to suffer sexism in the work place.” – Oh yes… suffering everywhere! It is so sad that Cindy gets to ask Bob, Billy, Robert, John, Jeff, Mark, Mark’s friend who doesn’t even work on the same team, and even Franky… the owner of the company… for help. But when Danny asked for help last week he got called “a dumb shit” and asked how he got the job… YES IT IS SUCH AN UNFAIR WORLD WOMEN. GIVE ME A BREAK!
“Men have enough rights.” – Yes… apparently because ALL men are so privileged and own companies and drive sports cars, we don’t need any more rights. In fact, an exact reversal of said rights should take place immediately. Where do I sign? Can I use my gold CEO Pen?
“Women do all the work at home AND go to work in the corporate world these days.” – Give this argument up please. Men do this too and possibly just as much now. Try a new one feminist.
No one has any right to tell you how to live your life. No one. If you do not live your life for you the way you want, you will live to regret it. If you live your life according to someone else’s wants, you will be miserable.
Regardless of what anyone says, or does, stay true to your dreams. If others don’t like how you live your life as you are striving for those dreams, too bad. You heard me. Too bad. That is their problem not yours.
For those of you who tell me I am being selfish for loving what I do, as in my photography and here at Petals Unfolding, I tell all of you, this is MY LIFE and you have NO RIGHT to tell me what YOU want me to do. Period. End of discussion.
I know I promised when I released my real name I would be good… but this is begging to be said. I have been browsing a lot of blogs lately and I am growing increasingly annoyed by the shirtless feminist posting huge pictures of themselves for ALL TO SEE! Why does bare chested women bother me? Because THIS IS A BLOG SITE, NOT A PORN SITE. PUT A DAMN SHIRT ON!
I read a lot of blog posts at home and work where people probably would not want to see tits suddenly on my screen. It kind of pisses me off that these feminist are using this as some sort of “statement” when all it really does it show how STUPID you are. Yes, STUPID!
“But we are being sexualized!!!” And taking your shirt off is doing what again? Guess what? When I see a male with their shirt off I say THE SAME THING! SO THERE IS YOUR EQUALITY.
There is always discussion about anonymity and blogging. There is less of one about anonymity and business, but I think I have already run into some issues with that. I have always hidden my name for safety, practicality, and just… because. I am not important and so it really isn’t a huge deal who I am.
My name is Jason Cushman. Ok… I am glad we got that out of the way. Now hopefully people can feel a little better about doing business with me.
Please keep in mind that I have absolutely no use for your “email lists” or even your real name. My contact list is VERY long and I wouldn’t even bother taking the time to try and find the ones that I am missing from each client. Just a little side note.
I hate to shatter the ceiling of some of you, but I have begun working on my resume again. I even sent out a few. Yes… Opinionated Man works for a living. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a millionaire or successful author. I blog on the “side.”
It is a little depressing making my resume. I would love to put things like SEO consult, journalist, or even promoter. Those sound like they “fit me” to an extent. Most companies have no idea what an SEO consultant is and I have fallen on deaf ears so far.
Why am I working on my resume? I am sick and tired of working 11 hour shifts till 2 AM. I am tired of not seeing my kids at night. Life just isn’t all that great right now.
“But you run a successful blog! Look how popular it is!!!” So what? Last time I checked I still have to set my alarm, drive to this mundane ass job, and worry about bills just like everyone else.
I have asked/told my wife to give me one more year. If I haven’t realized some type of “path” from this blogging lark… I will have to move on. I can’t keep sacrificing my time for nothing and my kids are more and more aware of my “attention level” as they get older. I justified the time I spent on this website for the past 15 months because I felt it was my future. I am not so sure of that anymore.