Motley Moose – Archive

As many of you know (or don’t know) I’ve been having a lot of real life drama these last 2 months. They coincided with the launch of the Moose. I remember thinking I could never blog again and at 1 time, bid my farewell. Thinking I’d wouldn’t be back in a long time.

Here we are.

I should of known better.

Past experiences have taught me. That things will get better.

You just gotta put your head down and fight through it.

I write this diary because I know some people are hurting right now in the blogosphere (and IRL).

The best thing in life is that their is always 1 day after another.

I learned this at an early age.

Surprisingly, during high school I was invited to a party by one of my female friends. It was at her house, and I was the only male there. It wasn’t a very large party, maybe 8 girls and me.

I thought I would have a good time, which I did.

But I most likely severely damaged any social reputation I may have had.

First mistake probably was when I decided to bring my gameboy. It was pink. When we were sitting on the couch, I whipped it out and started playing Pokemon.

Then there were the party games. We decided to run around in the woods, playing hide-and-seek I believe. I of course took this opportunity to prod/slap the asses of at least 3 girls.

After that it was movie time. Several girls lay down on the floor, chests down, their heads resting in their hands, facing the TV. I decided it would be cool to sit on their asses. When one girl made me move, I would simply shuffle over to a neighboring ass.

On top of this, I attempted to give them head massages. I had recently seen the head massager tool, and decided to try and emulate this using my fingers.

That didn’t go over so well.  

(Sorry, we have a strict policy about public humiliation. Especially when it is self-induced.)

I thought I would never get over it.

I spent months feeling sorry for myself.

But things do get better.

It coincided with the time I found my sexy style.

I know that’s difficult to really believe, expecially if you’ve personally experienced a traumatizing event lately.

It sounds like a bunch of hateful lies to say that the world is getting better, overall, if it really sucks for you, or somebody you care about.

I know how it sounds, because I’ve watched my friends, my family, lovers that I actually loved, die young right in front of my eyes.

I wish I could have done something about it, and I couldn’t…

… and I don’t know how I find it within myself to hope for better things from a world that won’t allow me to forgive myself for events I know had no control over.

But still feel the pain of, the loss of and the shock, and the failure.  

But things, overall, worldwide, gradually, are getting better.

Not for everyone, and certainly not as quickly as good people deserve.

Part of the reason that things are getting better, though, is because bad things happened to good people, and other people made a decision not to let those bad things happen, without it meaning anything.

Let me rephrase that.

Bad things happened to people they cared about-whether they happened to be someone they knew, or innocent strangers they felt empathy for-and some people who saw what had happened did something to make a difference.

Maybe not a lot, but something, to cause a change in what they hoped would be a better direction.

And yeah, sometimes things don’t get better fast enough to help the person that inspired everyone, sometimes help comes too late.

But if it comes, even a hundred years later, for somebody else you’d have liked to know…

For someone who’s life you wouldn’t have minded sharing…

Then at least the good people for whom bad things did happened to..

At least their pain and suffering and YOUR pain and suffering wasn’t entirely wasted.

It’s not a lot. And I don’t have an answer for why bad things happen-I honestly wish they didn’t.

But maybe someday, somebody like us can live their life without having to ask that question, because we’re asking it now.

I think the thing is, though, that we CAN imagine a better world.  

In the words of Robert Nesta Marley …

One Love! One Heart!

Let’s get together and feel all right.

Hear the children cryin’ (One Love!);

Hear the children cryin’ (One Heart!),

Sayin’: give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;

Sayin’: let’s get together and feel all right. Wo wo-wo wo-wo!

Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love!);

There is one question I’d really love to ask (One Heart!):

Is there a place for the hopeless sinner,

Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own beliefs?

One Love! What about the one heart? One Heart!

What about – ? Let’s get together and feel all right

As it was in the beginning (One Love!);

So shall it be in the end (One Heart!),

All right!

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;

Let’s get together and feel all right.

One more thing!

Let’s get together to fight this Holy Armagiddyon (One Love!),

So when the Man comes there will be no, no doom (One Song!).

Have pity on those whose chances grows t’inner;

There ain’t no hiding place from the Father of Creation.

Sayin’: One Love! What about the One Heart? (One Heart!)

What about the – ? Let’s get together and feel all right.

I’m pleadin’ to mankind! (One Love!);

Oh, Lord! (One Heart) Wo-ooh!

Anyways, I’ll stop rambling now. Had to get it off my chest.

It’s what I tell my twin everyday:

You dodged a massive fucking bullet, dude. The really huge Super Mario kind with the eyes on the side, where you had to run and duck into the little divit to avoid shrinking. You did that. You got into that divit, and you’re still super sized, and you can break blocks with your face.

Now get out there and step on some fucking turtles.

Glass half full.

Always.

GET OUT THERE AND STEP ON SOME FUCKING TURTLES!