The Alpha Male, 3am Runs and Planning a White Xmas

 Ok so having slept all day due to my constant, past-month-of-partying induced sickness, I find myself lying in bed willing myself to sleep......unsuccessful and my mind full of thought, i figured its a good time for a diary entry.

So over the last few days I have come to terms with something Ive termed the Alpha Male Theory. Where a certain individual has constantly tried to flare his mane, walking around flaunting what little he's got, and attempting to belittle anyone who will look twice. Its quite a funny thing to watch, after you get over the initial shock of being the target, and realise that some people in this world are so insecure within themselves that they'll go to extraordinary lengths to make themselves feel good, and look good to others.

Extrinsic Motivation. thats what drives them. 

 

It creates a good reflective opportunity for me too. To analyse and interpret these specific environments Ive been placed in, and how I react. I hope I never fall into the trap of the Alpha Male. Sure one day when I have something that i need to protect (my own family) Im sure Ill become the protective alpha male, but hope i never become the negative Alpha Male that requires belittling others to make himself feel good.  

Ive also recently had the fantastic opportunity to share a 3am run with someone nearly as crazy as me. Sure it was 3am, sure i was quite drunk, but i must admit- the quality of the workout was very very high. So high, I had an exercise induced vomit. I was going to say that the beers didnt help, but i think they did in a way. It ended up being a 10km run with the standard power bench session after. And it was really fun to have a workout partner, which i havent had for ages (not counting pack cycles). Very motivating.

Planning a White Xmas- well what can I say? Im moving to Canada in 20 weeks. To Live. for a while. like, longer than a year. and Ive got so much to write about, but im gonna use these droopy eyes to my advantage and hit the sack. Ill leave my big move for another entry.

Do What You Like to Do......

night

xo

Sitting here wondering......

What would you think if someone told you your dad isnt really your biological dad?

thats a lot of shit to think about. 

Selfishness is Rampant in our Society

Ok well this blog post is probably a combination of a story and more of an insight into the inner workings of my mind. so bear with me, it could get ugly.

Last night I went out with a few friends to a bar that was selling $1 beers. Thats right. $1. for a pot of beer. Mix in some really good company and some, well, interesting characters, and it leads to a great night. The bar had a concrete floor riddled with millions of past experiences.

 ie stains. It was a slippery floor rather than a sticky one, which is ok in my book. Id much prefer slippery than sticky. and I am loving the no smoking in bars. I must say, its probably been over a year now, but to my amazement im still really excited that the cancer sticks can only be lit up outside. 

Good rule society.

Now onto the selfishness. (EDIT: Is that selfish of me only thinking about the non-smoking patrons? uh-oh, i think this blog just tipped past hypocritical. oh well, onwards we go)

Sitting on a swanky red faux leather couch last night, having a great conversation with my mate, I was taking it all in. People-watching my ex used to call it. and it really is fun. 

Watching the lonesome backpacker from Sydney who's been in melbourne for 6 weeks, with his satchel slung over his shoulder like its his only current possesion, Id spoken to him earlier on. After overhearing 2 girls speaking to him in a typical groupie fashion- "oh my god i love youuuu!! youre the best!!! i so saw you like play when i was in sydney and u were like so awesome on stage." - I made a comment as he was standing next to me. I was testing the waters you could say, for some reason I just like evoking emotions in people. Standing there with his hands on his prized satchel, it sent thoughts wondering through my mind, what on earth would he bring into a place like this that he couldnt leave at home. I half expected a fold out comfort guitar to be packed away in there, but it was probably a book of lyrics, or photos of family and girlfriend or the like.

I said "heyyyyyyy you're a musician arent you? Ive seen you play somehwere before". Instantly I got what i was looking for. The excitement in this little man's eyes was immense. Id invoked a feeling of recognition that would make him feel like all of his dingy little pub gigs and struggleville of being a budding musician had actually been worthwhile. Im not saying it isnt, but i instead gave him a false hope that he was recognisable, or at least his music was.

The key point here is that only I know it as a false hope. 

To him, that hope and recognition is as real to him as the rock hard concrete floor he was standing on. It is a veil of reality.

By just making a comment like that, this tiny little man, Jack, feels excited and happy that in a pub far away from his home, its not only the groupie girls who know of him. I left it with "maybe Ill come up and see you play again one day mate, you were pretty good."

and that was that.

I had gone on an emotion invoking journey by delving into this short and sharp conversation with Jack.  and just by having that conversation, I feel like I had done a good deed for the day. but through no advantage to myself. I find myself doing things like this more and more and more. 

And sitting on the faux leather couch, people-watching, taking in as much as I could visually, I noticed a tall blonde walking over towards my mate and I. For some reason she was handing him a beer. and I leant in and told her that her shoes were amazing. because they were. She wasn't the most stunning girl Ive ever seen, and boy did my mates let me know about her "cavewoman" ruffled hair (which I found quite attractive) after she had sat in my lap and I pashed her for a few seconds. But when she got up and walked away, that happiness and excitement was visible in her eyes too. She was smiling more now. It was fun for me too. I certainly enjoyed it. 

It irks me that someone (ney one specific friend) can continue on about her less than appealing aesthetics (in their opinion) and joke about how if I hadntve had the Beer-Goggs on I wouldnt have done that. Which leads me to this. Is there any need for this kind of negativity in my world? I say no to that. 

A joke in good humour about a random hookup in a dark bar with $1 pots will put a smile on my face any day, even if it is on me.

Has this person really thought about the deeper implications of his everyday activities and interactions. thought about being consciously unselfish? Thought that maybe a random kiss between two people is a result of an unselfish comment made for no material benefit whatsoever. purely for the fact that I like making people feel good about themselves.

So what are the conclusions of my analysis?

It all leads me to the question, what if everybody did this? was unselfish, delibritely? How much better would our society be if everyone made a point to make one unselfish act, that would lead to a favourable outcome for the other party only? (and in some cases unexpected fun rewards come out of it, even if she was only ok looking :p)

In my recent journey into unselfishness Ive found that there are a lot of people who, through no fault of their own, are selfish. Not selfish as in making a conscious decision to be, but due to the fact that everyone starts at selfish. The bottom rung of the ladder is selfishness, and somehow the never-ending finish is total unselfishness. Effort needs to be made to start the journey. All im saying, is that I think the majority of people havent  started that journey for a whole variety of reasons, especially because they haven't consciously thought about it. Which isnt necessarily a bad thing, because im sure if you alerted a lot of people to this topic, they WOULD put in the effort and decide to try it.

I dont know if I over-analyse things like this or not. And you may have read this and completely think I am insane. If Jack had to read this, I wonder what he would think?

but take this with you: If youve never thought about it before, try doing an unselfish thing for someone deliberately today. and tomorrow. Start with Family. and Friends. cos they're the most important ones. and then try it on strangers. Get off the bottom rung of the ladder.

List of Things To Do

See a Premierleague Game

Pour a Beer in an English Pub

Drink a Pint o Guinness in Ireland

See Scottish Highlands

Go to a Spanish Villa

Octoberfest

Monaco

Snowboard Japan

Snowboard Canada

Snowboard New Zealand

Go to Queesntown NZ

Skydive again

Go on a Safari

Snorkel Great Barrier Reef

Surf in Surfers Paradise whenever I feel like it

Go to New York

See an NFL game

Visit Philly

Complete a Half-Iron man

Fly a Plane

Make a Difference

Welcome to my Humble Abode

Well Hello. Hi. How are you?

First off, Im not too sure why Ive started this blog. And im also not too sure who would read it. So that kinda leaves the question of who Im writing this for. Well, my answer to that as of this point in time, is that Im writing this for me. Not too fussed if anyone reads it or not. I will however keep it interesting incase anyone does ever read it, and also for my sake. I dont really wanna just spit out pointless dribble, however it may seem that way sometimes.

OK. so. Firsat off the title. Thoughts make the world go around. 

I picked that cos its what lies at my most fundamental beliefs and values. Every single thought has a frequency of vibrating energy in which Einstein touched on with E=mc^2. All matter can be converted to energy and vice versa. So my fundamental belief is that everything interacts by a way of energy. Kinetic energy of mass, energy of heat, energy of the mind. Thoughts are just an energy in a way, and I believe that our thoughts have a far and wide ranging impact on our environment, and the environment has a large impact on our thoughts. 

It all leads to some of the deepest questions that you may have never asked yourself. Who am I? What kind of person do I want to be?

Well, A motto Ive recently adapted kinda summarizes it all. Do What You Want to Do.

not to be confused with do what you want. I believe that Life will be too short to shit around, not doing things that you like. I think too many people get caught up in the rat race, complaining about how their life is shit and they dread getting up on a monday morning ready to start another week at work.

Following recent events, Ive decided that Im going to Do What I Like to Do. Right now its 2:51am on a Sunday night/monday morning. Im up late cos Aston Villa are playing Everton starting in 9 minutes. why? well, I like to watch the premier league. so Im gonna stay up and watch it. then the Philly Eagles are starting at 5am, so im gonna watch that too.

Ask yourself- what have you done recently that you like to do?

Thoughts make the world go round fits in with this motto i think. My principles:

Positive mindset

Positive physicality

Lifelong Learning

Socialize with Friends

Swim Bike Run

Now positive mindset is right at the top. Its there cos i think its the most important and the most powerful of all things. If you have the mind right, everything else will follow with a bit of work. Especially happiness. These emotions that Ill describe.....happiness, positivity, confidence- they're all seeded with a thought. And what Ive realised over the last few years is that you control what you think.

A man once taught me You are what you think. 

If you read those words carefully, you'll understand that you can become anything you want. Now i know it may seem a bit silly to some, like thinking "I am Superman" or the like. but you truly become what you think. what you think about. positive mindset leads to positive outcomes.

Having these Morals and beliefs I believe I will have a hugely successful and happy life, and hopefully i can show others that life doesnt have to be hard.

What shits me to tears is people who wont take responsibility for their thoughts. Some people say "its not my fault I have a shit job". Bullshit I say. Quit and get a better one. "But I cant cos ive got bills to pay". Bullshit I say. sure you have bills to pay, but you're not working hard enough to change your circumstances. and it all comes down to mindset.

Someone once taught me to stop making excuses. A little experiment: try listening to someone complain about something, and count how many excuses you hear. about everything. blaming someone/something else for their troubles. I try to never make excuses. A little bit of HTFU, mixed with plenty of positive mindset will always lead to a better outcome.

Hahahaha listen to me crap on bout all of this negativity. I spose its a good way of explaining my thoughts i spose. what i DONT want to be like.

Anyway. hmmmm. Welcome to my humble abode. Right now im sitting here doing what I like to do. Im moving out of home for the first time in a little less than a month. That's sooooo exciting. 

My humble abode includes a warm smile from myself, my relationship with friends, strangers, single serve friends, movie quotes, some jokes that may be terribly bad, and just my general inner workings.

You may think im a nutter, and you may not agree with everything I say, but hopefully I can teach someone something that will in some way improve your life. be it a reduction in boredom, in evoking any emotion within you, then i think its worthwhile. even if you hate this and you havent even read to down here.....

Haha this is actually quite fun. Its like an e-diary. I can see why people used to write diaries. I kept a diary once, a written one, and it was fun. but then an ex girlfriend got hold of it, and she read some stuff about some other stuff that she didnt really like, so to keep her happy I threw it away. silly.  It feels good to get thoughts out. Kinda just good to write, not really have anyones opinion on my thoughts. Theyre just mine. its rather therapeutic.

So after spilling a bit about my inner workings, Ill continue to write whatever i feel like writing, be it once a day, week or month. Cheers to Dena for having a blog of her own- reading that kinda gave me the idea to start one. anywoo, cya next time blog. 

adious.