Memory Fractals

I used to pour my guts out. Seems the only way I ever understood my feelings were to read them. The collection within these pages used to know me better than my closest friend. The writing used to be honest, uncensored, and unapologetic. I never considered what happened beyond the typing- there was a naive and innocent freedom in approaching a blank page without an agenda or audience. It was like I was screaming at the top of my lungs off of a cliff. It felt good to yell, to have my words bounc…

I found my journal from exactly 10 years ago- talk about an eye opening read. I couldn’t put it down, not because it was particularly exciting or well written, but more like a ghost talking to you from the past. I stayed up until 3:30 am reliving what seemed like a different story but with the same main character. Some things I couldn’t remember at all- especially things that seemed so important in the moment. Other things I remember happening, but the memory was like a news clipping of factua…

Alas, blaming my drought on the complexities of women is only half of the coin.  The root of the problem is that I’m not a kid anymore.  No matter how many huge jumps I take on my mountain bike to make my inner child squeal with joy, Red Bull and vodkas I do at the bar with my bros to set my inner party animal on fire, and exotic trips I take to explore new worlds satisfying my inner Magellan, I can’t escape the gray hairs and sore muscles.  I have epitomized the Peter Pan Syndrome to it’s full…

That leads me to nature or nurture of the American female.  Through countless observation, interaction, living vicariously, research, many conversations, and my own experiences, I’ve come up with a theory.  Females, whether you’re a human, rino, flying squirrel or dolphin have gender specific traits and rolls.  Animalistically, females control the progression of their species.  Inherently given this responsibility, females are biologically programmed to weed out undesirable males. Women (men t…

Undoubtedly I’m going to offend some people, ruffle some feathers, or someone will find it necessary to play devil’s advocate.  All of which I’m fine with.  You are entitled to your opinion, just as I am entitled to mine.  However, I’ve given this very lengthy thought and find it necessary to report back with my findings.  As I too can find an exception to every idea I’m going to touch upon, most times out of ten I find it to be true.  Finally, I may have one side of the women’s rubik’s cube fi…