BLOG_008: What Makes Me Satisfied

BLOG_008: What Makes Me Satisfied

Day 8: A moment you left the most satisfied with your life.

It feels weird to determine the point in my life where I felt the most satisfaction. I can’t think of a moment off the top of my head where I felt the most satisfaction in my life. I have a bunch of scattered moments that make me feel good.

I’ve had a lot of trouble sitting down to write. I know writing is what I want to do and that it will make me happy, but I still don’t do it. That changed when I started writing a blog post every day. It’s forced me to write every day and it just feels really good to be able to create something every day. It’s been eight days since I’ve gone to bed at night, thinking “I’ve gotten nothing done. I’ve wasted the entire day.” I hate that feeling. You don’t know how many days you have to do everything you want to do so it’s imperative that you utilize every day to the fullest.

When I’m being productive and when I’m working, those are the moments when I feel happy. Now, I get pretty bummed when I’m not doing anything productive with my time.

It’s a good feeling, and I aim to keep that feeling all the time.

TOMORROW: If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?

BLOG_007: Do You Want to Play a Game?

BLOG_007: Do You Want to Play a Game?

Day 7: Your favourite childhood toys

I know the challenge dictates that I talk about my favourite childhood toys (plural), but I’ll be using this to talk about one of my oldest and longest-running fascinations.

In the Christmas of 1998, my parents got me and my two brothers a Nintendo 64 with a copy of Mario Kart 64. I don’t vividly remember my experience the first time I played the Nintendo 64, but I imagine playing Battle mode more than anything because you couldn’t play Grand Prix mode with more than two players. My parents hated seeing one person left out while the other two played.

Not long after that, we had some new neighbours who also had an Nintendo 64 and we all really hit it off. During the age of the console’s life, the five of us had long summer days of playing Mario Party (the third one is best), Super Smash Bros, and WrestleMania 2000 (even though No Mercy was the superior game). Then, when my family moved to a different city, we both got a PlayStation 2 and kept in touch, still gaming it up. And then in high school, I found myself associating with people who were as passionate about video games as I was.

My childhood when I was the most artistically-inclined in my life and I got most of my inspiration from video games to the point where my grades suffered because I was caught up in my own head, doodling when I should have been working. And now it’s taken me to the point where I wanted to create something that was inspired by action/adventure video games in the form of a full-fledged manuscript.

I don’t really have time in my life nowadays to play video games as actively as I used to. I own a Nintendo 3DS which I play regularly and I usually keep it in my bag whenever I go out, but sitting down to play isn’t really something I do anymore. Despite all that, I don’t know what my life would be like if it weren’t for video games. It freaks me out to think I might not have the passion for art if it weren’t for that.

I’ll always love video games, and I’ve never once wanted to shoot someone for cutting in front of me. Take that, conservative media!

And to think it all started with this.

TOMORROW: A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life

BLOG_006: The Leo King

BLOG_006: The Leo King

Day 6: Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.

I’m not a big fan of astrology. I don’t buy into the idea that my personality is dependent on when I was born. It makes me feel like I don’t have control over who I am. That being said, it doesn’t mean I don’t dismiss horoscopes entirely. I’ll still read them from time to time – they can be fun.

So, according to my birthday, I fall under the sign of Leo, the fifth sign of the zodiac. They’re people who love being the center of attention. They’re also creative, ambitious and seek pleasure. Since they’re symbolized by the Lion, Leos see themselves as the rulers of the universe. They always aim to see their projects through to the end, whether they’re by themselves or in a group since they’re born leaders. Just like lions. I see what you did there.

Okay, I’ll admit it: Some of the stuff that describes Leos are pretty close to how I see myself. I am indeed a creative individual who always wants to finish what he started, even though I need to improve my work ethic. I also like entertaining people, I think it’s fun. Leos are also emotionally-driven, which is what I’m all about. When my emotions get involved I don’t really think too much about logic.

I’m not entirely comfortable with being the center of attention, though. I like to be in the background and only speak up when I feel I have to. I also have nowhere near the arrogance that I think the whole work revolves around me. I don’t think I’m better than you or anyone else by default. One human life is worth one human life.

I’m classified as INFP on the Meyers-Briggs, and I’ve noticed there are more than a few similarities between this and a Leos personality, so maybe I’m not as far removed from astrology as I’d like to be. Though, I’m still a good distance from it.

Have I ever opened my horoscope in the morning so I know how my day is going to be? That’s a big no.

TOMORROW: Your favourite childhood toys.

BLOG_005: Meat & Potatoes

BLOG_005: Meat & Potatoes

Day 5: Your favourite comfort foods and why.

There’s nothing like a good home-cooked meal. Take out is something I really want to boot from my life. It’s easy. It’s convenient but it can never feel as good as something that you made with your bare hands. And is also healthier.

My all-time favourite thing to have for breakfast is a true classic: scrambled eggs, especially when I manage to make it perfectly. According to my mom I make it perfectly all the time, seeing as she usually asks me to make her breakfast when she comes home from work. And it’s not complete without some toast and a cup of green tea (I take it black with some honey). Recently, I’ve worked oatmeal into breakfast as a quick meal to have after the morning runs I plan to have once the weather improves.

It’s no exaggeration that I eat chicken nearly every day for lunch. Meat is just so versatile and my brothers and I work that into how we prepare chicken. We used to make Southern-style fried chicken, but over the past few months we’ve moved into baking our chicken, and then we took it a step forward by taking the skin off it before we cook it.

However, my all-time favourite food has got to be potatoes. It doesn’t even matter how it’s made. Baked? Love it. Boiled and skinless? Great? Cut into wedges and seasoned to perfection? That is bliss. French fries? Oh, yes. Combine it with some baked chicken and veggies and you have the perfect meal for me. Just like chicken, I find potatoes really versatile in that you can eat them in different ways and with a bunch of different things.

I just want to say, eating some of these things today made them much easier to write. It also helped stave off hunger, so there’s that.

TOMORROW: Your Zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.

BLOG_004: Live and Let Live

BLOG_004: Live and Let Live

We’re already at the blog post that I’m by far the least excited about writing.

Remember when the word ‘radical’ used to be a good thing, when you could say that word and follow it with a sick air guitar riff? Now it’s associated with people going to the extreme with causes. The hardest thing about adhering to any kind of theology is the people that make you look bad.

I’m very liberal when it comes to some certain issues. I support same-sex marriage because I honestly don’t care who gets married to who, as long as it’s to a living human being and there’s total consent involved. So, it sucks to see places like the Westboro Baptist Church bashing the LGBT community and picketing funerals. (I just did a Google search for them, and the second entry is a picketing schedule. Because why the hell not?)

There’s also the sense of arrogance that can come with religion – the idea that your faith makes you a better person than someone who chooses not to have one. Of course, this isn’t exclusive to religion. I’m sure if I searched for Subreddits for veganism and straight-edge, it would be real easy to find people with a sense of superiority over people who doesn’t agree with them.

However, being a part of a church can lead to a great, supportive community. I grew up in a church and I’ve been there for my entire life. The positivity I’ve experienced there has been invaluable and it’s helped in shaping me into the person I am today.

“Do what you want, as long as what you want to doesn’t keep anyone from doing what they want to do.” – Me

That right there is my motto for life, which I realize is a fancy way of saying “Live and let live.” I would hate for someone to push their own beliefs on me, so I’d never want to subject someone else to that. The main takeaway from this is that pretty much all religions now teach being a positive influence on the world, and you don’t need to adhere to a belief system to be a positive influence.

I’ll leave you with the most universal piece advice you’ll ever see:

“Don’t be a dick.”

BLOG_003: FFF@%#!!!

BLOG_003: FFF@%#!!!

Day 3: Your top five pet peeves.

It’s time I looked deep within myself about what pisses me off. Now I try to keep a positive outlook on life, avoiding negativity and the like. But nobody is immune to being annoyed at things I see people do and this is a top five of what annoys me most (at the moment) in no particular order:

ONE: Open The Door With Your Damn Hands

If you or someone you know is wheelchair-bound, tell me: Does this bother you at all? If I were in a situation where I physically had to use the Automatic button to get through a door, it would bug the hell out of me to see people too lazy to just pull a damn door. If you’re carrying a lot of stuff and you can’t open the door, then fine. It’s just seeing people too lazy to do something that doesn’t take a lot of effort that rubs me the wrong way.

TWO: Scary vs. Startling

I saw Get Out the day it was released. It’s really good, I highly recommend it. What I remember most is the actual viewing experience, like the scenes, which I won’t spoil for you, that got the audience to applaud. But then you have this moment in the second act where the main character is walking down a dark hallway and a woman walks down a perpendicular hallway behind him and a loud, screechy violin chord blared. Everyone lost their shit, while I was sitting there thinking, “Why are you screaming? That wasn’t even scary.”

What makes horror so difficult to do well is that what’s scary is complete subjective. Jump scares are loud noises in your ear that startle you when you least expect it. Something scary will keep you thinking about it long after you’ve experienced it. I’ll stop thinking about a jump scare not long after it’s happened. Jump scares are a human reaction. Everyone is afraid of them, and that’s why they bother me so much. There’s no such thing as a well thought out jump scare.

 

THREE: The Tomatometer

Rotten Tomatoes’ Tomatometer is not a rating. It’s a percentage of people who have a positive opinion of a movie or TV show. If twenty critics gave a movie a 6/10, it would still get 100%.

FOUR: Pointless Complaining

Generally, I don’t think complaining is inherently a bad thing. It’s good to vent your frustrations about things. It’s when that way of thinking bleeds into things that aren’t worth complaining about that rubs me the wrong way. Complainers complain about why things don’t go their way instead of figuring how how to turn their failure into success. It doesn’t get you anywhere. It also rewires your brain for negativity and that’s not something I want in my life.

If you want to see how annoying useless complaining can be, the next time you go out do two things. First of all, make it a point to not complain for the entire day. At the very least, complain as little as possible. Secondly, make a conscious effort to pay attention to how often you hear the people around you complain about things that don’t matter. I’ve been doing this for the past few weeks and it’s kind of mind-blowing to see how often people just say that they’re tired, not bothering to adjust their lifestyle. People just really love complaining because being negative is much easier than being positive.

Yes. I see the irony in this being a pet peeve of mine. In a blog where I complain about stuff.

Here’s a Globe and Mail article on how complaining screws up your brain.

FIVE: Pineapple on Pizza

If you ask me, you’re the crazy one for not liking pineapple on pizza.

That felt good.

TOMORROW: Your views on religion.

BLOG_002: Ten Years

BLOG_002: Ten Years

Day 2: Where you’d like to be in ten years.

I remember being asked what I wanted to be when I grew up when I was five. I said I wanted to be a bus driver. I assume it’s because I had a really nice bus driver and I concluded that all bus drivers were really nice. Ten years later, at age fifteen, I had the broad goal of becoming an artist. It was what I was passionate about at the time. Skip ahead ten years to now. I took two years of design at college, which didn’t amount to much for my future career. I still have passion for art but now I have a new passion: writing. And this is what I want for the next ten years.

Your teens are the time when you should be figuring out what you want to do with your life, and your twenties are when you should be doing whatever you can to realize those goals. That’s where I am now. I want to do everything in my power to make writing work as an actual job, even if it’s just on the side. In the next ten years I hope to have the rest of the trilogy I have planned completed. Right now, my priority is getting it done; I’d rather not think about how big of an audience I want.

If you read yesterday’s blog, then you can assume I’d like to be in the process of starting a family in the next decade too. Being passive about it gets you nowhere, a lesson that I took way to long to learn. A decade from now, I aim to have this goal fully realized.

I once heard that in your late twenties, your brain solidifies and the person you are at that point is essentially the person you will be for the rest of your life. That freaked me out because I would hate to have chronic procrastination affecting my life. I want to be the kind of person that doesn’t need to “find” motivation, that can just get up and go get things done. That includes using less time-suck websites (like social media and YouTube) and replacing that time with work and social interactions. Or at the very least, using them productively.

Only focusing on the end goal, especially one that’s ten years away, is really intimidating. From now on, I’ll be focusing on the now, working little by little to be the person I want to be by the time I turn thirty-five.

I am now closer to thirty than I am to twenty. Where he hell did the time go?

TOMORROW: Your top five pet peeves.