When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
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Whoa! I’d love to say the birth of my first son, or upon marriage, but even still I feel that I’m growing and learning at 34.
This doesn’t mean I’m not grown, just that I haven’t stopped learning and discovering. (Stopped writing, perhaps.)
I would say though, that adulthood didn’t truly encapsulate my life until I nearly lost my marriage. Truth is, it was as though a rug had been removed and I, the sucker, stood there awaiting the plummet to certain dire death.
I may happen to be dramatic but to lose the traction that is consistent and routine, and to find out that it was to be done, is like having the air stripped from your lungs. This called for growing up and having to acknowledge some failures of my own and a need to find myself profit.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown. And that time and again I see your beautiful presence. Thank you. May your night be joyous and the day a bright and glorious one.
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
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To not fail!!! That’s a tremendous inquiry.
To not fail at love, to not fail at school, to not fail at life…oh the list is insurmountable!
My biggest fluke, and in Bradbury’s eyes, likely my biggest fail is lately.
I pride myself in making sure I write on a daily and come with something of substance whether it for myself or just for giggles, regardless. As of late though, I feel as if I’m in the deep recesses of my mind. Trapped in something thick and gelatinous. It’s been hell and I think I’ve lost my way.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and your continued coming back and again even though I’ve been a bit off. Thank you may your day be bright and your night be joyous.
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
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Hmmm…to say that there is just one issue in itself which is for another writing prompt, but the hardest personal goal would have to be maintaining anything.
You may laugh or snicker at the thought, but my mind is a trick of losing more each week and I can almost sense it. …what’s that word?…hmmm…what? What word?
That’s my mind. Ellipsis’ trailing my thoughts with ample focus to the void that is my mind and focus.
But in truth, a goal I set for myself was this, DreamDarkStories.com and I lost focus, lost traction and lost momentum.
I still ‘plan’ on continuing but I can feel the track is far from my groove. And my groove needs to fit right if I want success.
Which leads me to really leaning into wanting to lambast myself into the oblivion for losing it and losing focus.
Things though are changing, my focus will be clearer as my son is going back to school at a Brick and Mortar site, leaving me to my vices on a daily with pens at my finger tips and wanting to create. So my readers, my friends, I do ask for patience but can promise some paintings and stories to come soon in lieu of the prompt and my goals for the years end. Let’s see if I can make it…god, I hope I do.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and coming time and again for a gander. Thank you. May your night be glory and the day be bliss.
Hi-ho and hello. There are many but I’d say the list is smaller than I’d imagine…let’s see if I can do it with memory…I doubt I can.
There are favorites like Frida Kahlo, Vincent Van Gogh, & Georgia O’Keefe. But then there’s George Rodrigue, Michael Hussar, and Luo Zhongli. I’d say these few are the primary favorites that fit with who I am as a person.
Aside from looking up spelling I remembered each artist.
Anyhow…these are the artists that I found from my youth to now and that move me. There are others like Monet and Munch but the emboldened ones are the ones that still stand resolute and a lot of what I have painted comes from inspirations I pulled from them.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and sharing of any posts. May your night be beautiful and your day be glory.
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
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Possessions! To lose your possessions, that’s something else.
But with the inquiry comes a myriad of questions, was there a fire? Did I get divorced? Was there an excruciating brutal wrecking of the household that made these things happen?
If not and the possessions were just gone… As long as I have my wife and my son and no one else is hurt I think I’m okay. Fact of the matter is they’re just things, they’re inanimate objects that yes are absolutely fun and entertaining, but there’s the idea of not having my family in contrast to not having things. I take the family over everything else I take the two people that I get to live with every day over everything else and I don’t think it should be any what other way. Possessions are… Hardly I can’t find the words. But possessions are not life, possessions are not the blood and the energy of what my son is, what my wife is and how they matter and mean to me and the grand scheme of everything. I’m too short and two damn beautiful to not appreciate life and the beauty that life offers.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I truly, truly appreciate everybody that comes to these posts and everybody who follows and helps me maintain some focus to what dream dark stories is. May your day be beautiful and your night be ever blissful. Thank you.
What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?
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Topics, topics, topics!
I am definitely an opinionated person, I definitely have my thoughts and my ideas that run along the myriad of what life is. However, it likely would surprise one to hear me support ignorance.
A long while ago I had a cousin who quoted a movie and as the younger person with an irrational inkling to wanting to argue calls her out on being an idiot. The quote was this:
“Ignorance is bliss.”
For anybody who isn’t positive about the quote and what it comes from, it is the movie The Matrix.
Now my cousin at the time was spirited, irrational, young, and abrasive with her everything. And I loved her for it she was a reckless firecracker That never back down and was always willing to fight when the cause was worth it. And to anybody wondering why I’ve talked past sense about this person, they are not dead, they just don’t play a very functional attribute to my life any longer.
So the matter of fact was this, my cousin and I we were talking about life and just the chaos that we were seeing happen around us. Getting called racist names for f*** all, it’s not as though anybody knew who I was or my cousin was. We were the people under the stairs at school, the kids in the corner that stay to themselves. And personally I liked it that way I didn’t want people encroaching on my life or having to deal with the lambasting b******* of the high school living, it wasn’t ever a thing that was an attraction to me. More or less I just didn’t like people but I enjoyed knowledge.
Anyhow I can’t remember what it was that had happened that called to my cousin saying ignorance was Bliss but I was Ford, flummoxed at this idiotic phrasing to something that didn’t fit with our time, we were in school we were gaining knowledge and gaining everything we could to reach further in our lives to come. Regardless of what was going on to me I found this idiotic and told her I felt that way. We thought, argued, and certainly hated one another for the reason that our idea is at this time didn’t fit one another.
And I’m pretty sure looking back at it it’s likely the start of the ending of the relationship I have with my cousin. But now as an adult, as a parent and a married man I agree ignorance is bliss and I’d rather not know the s*** I know now. I wish I can have a simpler life with less b******* and less drama and less lies in my life but secrets apparently means something different to everybody and with that I agree ignorance is bliss, it keeps you unharmed.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I do truly thank you for your support and and deciding whether or not I’m getting to continue with dream dark stories.com. we’ll see how the next month goes and how my brain takes on it’s evolution or endolution.
To start, I’d like to mention that I’ve been out of touch.
My health has drastically shifted and my MS is definitely taking a toll on me.
The shittiest factor of it all is that I’m not losing capability in my arms or my legs hands and whatnot, no, it’s not that. It’s my f****** brain. I’ve realized I am having issues with my language, my annunciation, and my pronouncing words in the right fashion. What ends up happening is a smorgasbord of something unhinged and I’ve found that I am afraid to talk.
But speaking about a time I fell out of place that doesn’t have to do with right now, this seems to leak into every aspect of my life, as I feel that I don’t belong in or at most places.
The thing is, I’m a weird m*********** and I don’t get a wide variety of things that is seen as typical and as an area of camaraderie.
Take for example sports, I loved playing sports and was a good team player in the fact that we all aimed for the same goal, meaning we wanted to win, but outside of playing the game, I could give to flying f**** about baseball. It was the action of playing that was fun, I assure you knowing the statistics and the data behind the action is boring as f****** hell to me and I’ve found that a wide variety of situations that are seen as joyous and celebrated, I don’t give a f*** because I’d rather read or do art, school, or something else.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your support and I do sincerely apologize for not being around nearly enough if at all but I still do share the sentiments of writing and writing with purpose.
Oh, how the days have melded and frayed. How my mind is layered and stacked against the current tide at my feet of stupified complacency.
I stand weak and wobbled, a pilfered soul shambled and wrecked. Tired of the exhaustion and spent decay, flummoxed by the degrading of the body, worried by the tongue and it’s many deviant ways.
So I sit silent, stacked with my vices, lamenting the expressive decay that rattles my mind.
A day in the life…of an angry MSer.
C’est La Vie
Good night, good morning, good morning and good night. Maybe forever bright and stay safe in the night.
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
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Without a computer…😳.
It would leave more time to read my books that have collected dust in the last most recent years. Sadly, I let my life with the mini computer in hand everyday to the point that it envelops. I’ve even neglected my own spirited endeavor due to the distractions it allows so effortlessly.
Oddly, I allow it and am greedily gobbling it up using Tubi and other apps like Netflix. It’s truly effortless.
I’d embrace an EMP if it was locally executed and non-damaging to services, like Medride or EMR vehicles. I’d happily take on doing research the old fashioned way at the library with the Dewey decimal system. School would considerably take longer but I’d happily take on the task if it meant being present and in the now for everyone.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and coming time and again to see the ramblings of my crazy ass. Thank you for being You and staying awesome.
I’d like to learn the piano. To hit those porcelain and ebony keys and press into the knowing of music and relation to the soul. Ooooooh! To play the piano like I feel and how I see the world would be magnificent!
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown. I love seeing you here time and again. Thank you for being you and staying awesome!
What details of your life could you pay more attention to?
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Hahaha. Seriously…This.
Well, hmm. That’s true but there’s so much more to it.
The MS has really been messing with me. I’m off, my time, I resort to recoiling within and sit stone faced and pensive. And that’s the thing…I just keep going deeper and deeper and losing myself. I’m exhausted. Trying to gain focus and capture the magnitude of what life is, Living!
Dammit!
But really this. I’m coming up for my dues on WordPress and am debating whether I can keep it up. It is a matter of keeping the thoughts in my mind with drawing a blank after a moment.
It’s excruciating, forgetting simple things like passwords that you use daily, numbers you call, names to family…what is that? MS? Or am I just not getting enough sleep?
I need to pay attention to my health, my school, my family, and things that motivate me like this.
Hopefully.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night! May your day be glorious and the night be cool. Thank you for the support shown and likes!
My number one priority for tomorrow is to get my f****** s*** in order. I’m going to be doing that today as well but I need to get back on track and I have been in a funk and I’m really tired of being in that funk.
The truth of the matter is I am dealing with some health drawbacks, depression and some anxieties. So I’ve been laying to the side and apparently taxing myself for missing a flipping post daily. It’s almost like invisible lashings to the brain. Dammit!
I’ve been definitely disappointed myself lately for not making sure that my posts are on a daily and that I am providing more like art and stories and poetry I’m not doing anything and I keep making plans to do these things and then I don’t and I really need to fit that in for myself. I think that’s what I have trouble with the most is putting myself in the picture of the day a lot of it is making sure I have this clean and not clean and this swept and that mopped. When a chunk of it could be dedicated to doing school, doing art, doing something more than what I’ve been wasting my time with. But that’s for another discussion.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your support and thank you for coming time and again. May your day be beauty and your night be Bliss. Thank you for staying you and being awesome.
In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?
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Hard work. Hard work is fueling, and there is something coaxing about hard work that registers in the body and embraces the burning. A passion for caring outside of one’s self. I feel that there is an expense of energy that lifts ones level of grace and tenacity that calls for the registering for worth of one for others. It’s almost selfless due to the exhaustion that comes with it and it soothes the soul somewhere deep.
It’s the time I think though that truly is daunting. Though it’s meaningless, there’s an aspect of the exhaustive expense in energy that does correlate with how long we stick to it and then the knees get weak, the back begins to strain and once we sit ourselves down or slow it up, there’s a resolve for knowing it was done due to its worth. It’s like a settling of the dust, finally after the storm after the fury, once the hard work is done there’s this slowing that coincides and envelops one spirit for doing the work.
The thing is, hard work, depending on the end result, is always worth it. There is something about finishing and knowing the job is done that truly is a totem of relaxation. There’s something about knowing that that energy was spent well and was worth it for all that was done in the time of that hard work.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your time, I appreciate the support and thank you for reading my crazy writing. May your day be beautiful and your night be glorious. Thank you for staying you and being awesome.
This is an odd prompt, don’t you think? I don’t really see of myself this way, at least it’s not something that comes to mind often, if at all. Traits, that is.
I appreciate that I’m conscientious, that I’m patient a bit, and that I can produce something creative if I set my mind to it. (Sadly that hasn’t been the case lately.)
But as for traits still, the thought doesn’t come to me, the thinking has a dribble of D&D to it and that there steers me from it.
So let’s see if I can do this…my favorite trait of mine is my Many-Sided trait.
I’m capable of doing most things if I set my mind to it and happen to do it well.
That’s it I guess.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your support. And thank you for your showing your interest in my writings. May your day be forever bright and your night be ever glorious.
What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?
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Wanna see my DNA Ancestry page?
Hmmm?Interesting.Okay…ok.Cool.
So there’s the question about my heritage. And as you can clearly see I’m a Heinz 57, my heritage comes from my youth, from the pinatas and tamales I grew up on, the libraries I ventured through year after year due to a badass librarian known as my grandma. I’m proud to be here. I’m proud to be connected to so much history and the myriad of many that came before me. It’s a honour.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and continued reading my messy messes.
May life be wonderful, may the day be bright, and the night glowing.
List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.
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My three choices in no specific order is this:
Actor
Writer
Screenwriter
Oddly, I find it funny, given that my profession as of now is a writer, editor, and marketer. Even still these three jobs would be the ones that I would love to take the time to hone and truly become a great writer and an actor that can get paid to make you smile.
I know it’s silly, but it’s still something that I find perplexing and it seems to be fun. The idea of acting that is. The biggest part of it is I hate doing things in front of people, I am not one for voyeurism, and I like my privacy, so being an actor I feel would be more than stressful and more than anxiety inducing.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I think you for your support and coming back and again. May your day be joyous and your night be blissful. Thank you for being you and thank you for staying awesome.
If anything I associate with, it’d be the UE Boom collection. I envelop myself with their tones and tall cylindrical towers. Luckily, these towers range from 5 in (Wonderboom) to 24in (Hyperboom).
What’s brilliant about them is there isn’t a lag between its resource, the Bluetooth component that pairs excellently. And you can link up multiple speakers. (Not the Wonderbooms, sadly).
So far I have 4 Boom 3’s, a Megaboom, a Boom 2, and a Hyperboom. These all connect epically and coat my body in song and musical melodies everyday. It’s a splendid endeavour that I am completely enthralled by.
That said I aim on collecting more in hopes that UE maintain an equal pairing for their products so I can build up and have a cacophonic tower of my own design that makes my ears wiggle with pleasure.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I think you for your support and I’m truly moved by you coming back and again thank you. May your day be forever bright, and your night be ever blissful.
I got a minor Shakabuku the other day with a friendly reminder the my subscription for the site of DreamDarkStories was due in 30 days. A big oh s*** hit my head with an insurmountable weight and I had realized I’d completely neglected the totality of what this site is to be. I stopped my art, stopped my short stories, neglected building playlists by the dozen and seemed to have given up.
I didn’t, mind you, but I did at the same time. I starved myself of creativity and my raw free hand to creating something. I happened to find myself kneeling for lamentations outside of my control and laid heavy into medication.
I’m here now though, awake and ready. I’m trying to think of new things to bring to the table. Maybe an art piece a day. Poem daily, short stories again…jesus. I’ve really let myself go.
I’ve let my health take the helm and need to whip myself out of this.
Oy vey!
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I thank you for your support, thank you for coming back and again. May your nights be joyous cherries of jubilee and the days strawberry plumes of glory and light.
Today I would like to apologize. I’ve been rather lenient if not completely forgetful with writing, and communicating here at my site. To be honest, I’ve been more than forgetful and negligent. I’ve been distant and gone.
So that said, I do apologize for not maintaining communication, for maintaining the weekly postings and music drops.
I’ve found myself exhausted lately and am realizing that I really need to get back to shipshape.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support that’s shown and am more than grateful for those who come time and again following my curious route.
May you day be jubilee and the night a cool and gentle one. Thank you.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
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The best advice I’ve been given was received when I was younger. I was impulsive, and stupid so when I heard the advice I took it with a grain of salt. But the best advice I was given was to breathe in every moment, and to be aware that I am alive and be grateful for it. Sadly I did not understand what was meant by breathing in every moment, I didn’t realize that meant to bring it with patience, and to take each day slowly and methodically. That wasn’t what I had assumed so I didn’t take the advice the way I should have and I’m paying for it still.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and thank you for coming back in again.
To start off I’m going to go and say coffee is the thing that gives me energy. But that’s just me being facetious.
The things that give me energy is my love for what I have, who is in my circle and the reward of tending to them as I do.
Think the energy of being a father and husband is enough. But there’s also a calling to write. There’s a calling for giving to myself what I can until I can’t and I think that’s where a good chunk of the energy comes from.
It’s a calling from the soul that yearns to share something, whether it be small, whether it be meaningful, or just a blurb. It’s being able to create from something that was never there in the first place.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown, and appreciate you coming time and again to see what crazy words I feel like splashing up. May your night be blissful and your day be joyous. Thank you for being you and thank you for staying awesome.
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
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Personally, given that I don’t actually know if I’m a good writer or not, I think I would like a mentorship with an English professor. To understand the English language, to be able to write an in-depth story, and to be able to convey what’s within would be a cherished gift.
I also like to understand music in a bigger way. Not in the hoity-toity I’m better than you kind of way. I just want to know what makes my skin tingle when I listen to music. I would love to see and understand how music is made in a beautiful fashion.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your support and cherish the coming back and again. May your nights be ever joyous and your days be blissful and gentle. Thank you.
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