I was talking to a gentleman the other day about the euphoric feeling of seeing “your team” win. Let’s break that term down real quick, “your team”. Geographical? Are they from where you live? Is it a matter of players or preference? Do you go out of your way to support them, by going to games or financially? So, why do we feel any entitlement to calling it “ours”? “Our country”, “our town”, when most individuals won’t bat an eye to the issues of their community. We ignore the racism of our peers, the co-worker who doesn’t shower, and the insults we don’t have the energy to fight,
BUT THIS NEEDN’T BE THE NORM!
I believe little gestures reign far more heavily on peoples minds than empty campaigns for personal vendettas. Try one or several of these and tell me how it goes:
1. Assist someone who needs it and leave.
View others as equal. We all need help from time to time, and it’s not like you couldn’t put your phone in your moment for 6 seconds.
2. Stop watering weeds.
Evaluate others intentions. Some of us only want to give until there is less than nothing, but you cannot drink from an empty cup Do you first.
3. Make time.
Netflix is not a date. The weather is not an excuse. Your addictions should never rule your time so much that you lose your hobbies to a void. Make music and art and shit and flip off anyone who says it isn’t important.
Not one song for ya today, but one album:
POPULATION REDUCTION – EACH BIRTH A NEW DISASTER.
With such lyrical themes as “Killing Posers, Humour, Weed, & Hatred”, this album grinds me through some of the roughest moments on my roughest days. You gotta like goin’ fast doe. Though pretty simplistic in it’s actual lyrical content, and yet the variety of different tones and styles to it is actually pretty impressive. Recommend “Road Rage at the Farmer’s Market” especially.
“RUSSELL’S COMING TO GET YOU!”
You can find Bear smoking bong and playing Magic on instagram.