We Give All the Time

We give all the time, whether we know it or not. When we are born, we are given life. When we have children, we give them our time, attention, and we love and nurture them. When we speak, we give life to new ideas; we voice our thoughts and affirm our unity. When we give, we show that we care.

Giving can be a simple physical act of taking something tangible and passing it along to someone else. It can be something less solid and it becomes an emotional exposure we reveal to someone else for our own purposes and/or theirs. Sometimes it's letting someone else take what they need and we become more passive and just let it happen. At times it's keeping what we have going on inside and let the other person have the room without our added weight.

Giving can grow from person to person in a forward motion, like a snowball rolling down a hill. Giving can be a one-way stop from point A to point B. It can be both selfish and unselfish. It can mean a small token, to a larger gesture that changes someone’s life.

Giving is one big thing that assures our humanity. It allows us to improve upon ourselves and others. It allows us to realize that there is hope for a better world. Giving empowers the giver and the recipient.

Everyone has something to give – whether you have everything or nothing – anyone has something to pass along and enlighten another.

DAMN YO! THAT SHIT IS DEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!

Even in my dreams, I can't get laid.

Hello friends.

I remember saying that shit was going to change after I got back from vacation. I was even going to do an epic recap of the vacation itself. But I was too lazy, however, a change may be in the works.

Since I got back from vacation, I have been furiously looking for a new job. When the manager makes it a habit to drunk dial work (who the hell drunk dials work on a Monday? In fact, who the hell drunk dials work two hours after clocking out?), it is seriously time to get out.

I have applied for job after job, applying for more than actual responses, which is a bit disheartening, seeing that I feel that most of the jobs I have applied for I am more than qualified. But I lack seriously in experience, which spending years in school has not afforded me. No one wants to take a chance on someone green (actually, the job I have now took me and I was inexperienced), which makes it hard to get experience.

To get a job, you need experience. Having a job yields experience. But if you don't have experience, you don't get the job. It's paradoxes like this that make me not want to work at all.

But I have to.


Luckily, I have an interview. For an investment company. I am going to be an insurance rep, if I get the job. Although I think that I am jumping into another job that will probably be worse than the one I have now, I still need that escape.

I have to dress professional for the interview, which is rare for me. But I have warmed up to the idea of buying shit, shirts and ties, to wear. My wardrobe is becoming more stylish and dressy, and I don't know what to account as the reason for the slow change from hoodie and baseball caps and jeans to dress shirt, old guy driving caps, and jeans.


I even though I probably won't be too heartbroken about not getting this job, I want to still give a good show, and research shit about the company. You know, apply some of the stuff I supposedly learned in college about how to prepare for job interviews. I am bringing a note pad with questions, just to flip the script and become the interviewer for the moment. It might not go well with the person interviewing me, but I have a distant thought that it might make me look impressive.

I brim full of confidence. Optimism makes a strange bedfellow, but I like the company.