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The Dating Scene
By Trevor A. Keveloh
Lets kick this off my first stating a few things about myself so you get a bit more of my history, just a little bit. I am in my 30’s, never been married, no kids, YES I’ve been in love, YES I’ve been in lust (many more times) I have lived in 4 states and I’ve have held every job under the sun in my adult life. Everything from an Account Executive, to a teachers aide, to a construction hump, to a restaurant manager to waving a sign outside of a Chinese diner dressed like Karate Elvis. I’ve been flat broke and I’ve had plenty of money in my wallet, bank accounts, sock drawers and wrapped up in things. I’ve dined with the best and I’ve lived on 99cent tacos. So with all the crap out of the way, you can tell I’ve probably met some interesting women in my journey through life. YES, many many many THINGS, a handful of legitimate girlfriends, plenty of one-night stands, FWB program and all the over shit I don’t feel like putting down.
My first girlfriend was in 8th grade and she ended up cheating on me with some guy I knew and I’m pretty sure they banged. I got to 2nd base with her which isn’t cool to brag about since she was not very well developed for her age, however I looked like I was about 18 when I was in 8th grade. I had another girlfriend in high school who cheated on me and I also shared the same girl with 2 of my cousins who were brothers. So you can say that since I was young, I was going after shitheads. If any of you ex’s decide to read my regurgitate shit, don’t get offended, you are just a catalyst in what I am trying to get to which is…The, “dating scene,” has gone to SHIT!!!
Now folks, I get to say what I want on this because, well it IS MY website, so yea. Things are a fucking joke right now. Too many men and women are blatant fucking liars about, “what they want in a husband/wife or bf/gf,” or whatever the FAWK it is they are claiming to want at that point in time. I’m on about 5-10 dating/hookup websites and I swear to shits its all shenanigans, all bullshit, all fawkn lies, everyone on there, fawk even some of my shit is just fawkn shit. I dabble around on Facebook and creep on girls, I follow my tweeps on Twitter and I see who’s who on the major dating websites. It’s all a buncha of bullshit. You hear assholes saying you, “can’t find love in a bar,” which is the biggest crock of shit on the planet. I know plenty of people who found love in a hopeless place and it’s always the one of the other. They were either looking like a motherfucker to find someone or they fell in love randomly and shit. Which brings me to the saddest place to find someone which is where I’ve been since I was 16, online dating. I’m not even going to list all the fucking websites I’ve signed up for to see what the fuck is happening with these people. I know I’m no fawkn Brad Pitt or Colin Farrell or whoever else chics flick their beans too, but I seem to have been attracting women that I just can’t see myself hanging out with outside of pretend interest emailing. I saw this one chics profile and it basically said this, “I am a very sexual person, but I am not a whore. I don’t sleep around but I like to have a lot of sex when I find the right person. Do not contact me if you are looking for a hook up only.” And this fawkn chic, no fawkn lie, this fawkn chic had a picture of herself in a muthafawkn tanning bed TOPLESS but you couldn’t see her titties. Just enough to know she’s topless. It’s like some street vendor selling you the ends of hot dogs rather than the whole muthafawkn hot dog. Just the tip n shit ya know! So this chic says all that in her profile, has a skanky pic of herself in a tanning bed and isn’t looking for a hook up. SHUT THE FAWK UP YOU FAWKN PIG! You piece of shit asshole scum wad whorebag. You fawkn play that shit and NOT expect some dirt bag muthafawka to hit you up for some ass? REALLY! A fawkn picture of your ass in a fawkn TANNING BED? Where the FAWK did you learn to be coy, the school of LOOK AT ME I’M A WHORE! Anyways, that was kind of funny and I considered messaging her to be all nice just to see if she would respond but bitch had fawkn CRAZY eyes so I backed off.
I guess back in the day, before Al Gore invented the internet, people met the old fashioned way. Church, blind dates, friends, work, grocery stores, etc. Lately it seems like the women in my social networks could care less about introducing me to a friend. And I figured out why. Whether or not that female “friend” of mine is single, taken or married it’s the absolute ONE thing I have decided, no matter what, these “friends” always want my attention. Now I am not going to sit here and delegate myself as some freak that thinks I am the only one because this goes for other assholes in my situation. These girls, yes I am going to say GIRLS rather than WOMEN until they prove otherwise, just constantly want mine/our attention. They don’t want us to go and meet someone and have a good time and maybe be happy for an extended amount of time. No, they don’t want that. They are going to say shit like, “why don’t you have a girlfriend,” or, “you deserve better than her,” or, “don’t go looking for love, it will find you.” And ya know what I say to all that, FAWK OFF! Just because you “found” someone, or you are happily (BULLSHIT) single or you are in a relationship and happy (why do you want to hangout with single people if you are so happy) and all that shit? I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore because its all rubbish.
I can be perfectly honest and say YES I have always preferred the single life. This has nothing to do with meaningless sex (to me NO sex is meaningless by the way) or scared to commit. What it has to do with is there is a lot I want in life and it might no coincide with a girlfriend or wife. I want kids more than I want a wife but I know that being silly and nutting in the wrong girl will lead to nothing but problems, so I pull out and spray paint their trampstamps instead or throw a some jellyfish on their bellybutton. But when it’s all said and done, it would be cool to find someone to share cool shit with. I’ve got a lot of “friends” but I have, like most people, a handful of people who I can literally count on if shit got ugly. That’s a whole nother story I will get into on a separate entry. On the contrary to all that dating shit, I have gotten to use to my independency and freedom that I wouldn’t want to disrupt it for the wrong lady because the RIGHT lady wouldn’t, namean? That’s what I’m talking about right there. You find someone you think you can be with, someone that won’t change you, you won’t change them ya know, like the first X months. Then they start asking you to cover your mouth when you chew, or they ask you to be more like the way you use to be, or they start dressing you, it’s all horseshit and ladies do this WAY more then the fellas do. Females have this DNA strand that makes them want to change a guy into someone they want them to be. Then after a year or 2 or whatever of dating, ladies wonder why the guy isn’t the same as when they first met? IT”S BECAUSE YOU FAWKN CHANGED HIM. OMG, it’s like asking someone for directions in a town with 4 streets. Ladies fall out of love with this dood because they changed him into some other dood they thought that wanted, then realize after the breakup that she fell in love with the dood that liked to shit with the door open or play a game of Madden after a shitty day of work.
“Chivalry is dead and women killed it.” Thank you Dave Chapelle for stating that because so many of us men and women believe in this, but each of the sexes will argue on all the whys. Listen women, chivalry is FAR from dead, but when you sit there and mentally masturbate over some dirty rotten smacked out looking rockstar who may or may not be the second coming of Charles Manson, you have to understand. I know I know that we are all attracted to people for different reasons. Inner and outer beauty. Tits vs. Ass. Calves vs. Thighs. Smile vs. Teeth. I get it. But if you are going to trip over doods that look like denim’d out dumpster-divers, you have to expect that the guy that’s trying to bang you while you drip over the douche across the bar is going to think you really are scummy and treat you that way. Guys, you don’t have to dress in a suit like Barney Stinson nor do you have to dress like Nick Nolte on a vodka binge. Just dress the way you want and be yourself, because when you do that, you will attract the RIGHT person. This goes for ladies as well.
I have gotten to the point where I attract girls that look at me like I’m the King of the Lepers and want to be my pal rather than enjoy my semen. It actually really isn’t a big deal. I work around women and I don’t mind them wanting nothing to do with me other than work or having a few drinks, it’s just one less headache to deal with. I rarely meet a woman that stuns me either by beauty and/or brains so it’s rare that I’d even hit on some piece of work. I think I just really KNOW when to bring out the mack-card when I actually meet someone I feel is worth getting to know. And as far as that goes, it’s been a while, shits getting dusty.
I don’t even think people read my shit anymore so this has turned into more of therapy for me rather than creating an audience so I guess I can just say whatever I want since it won’t offend anyone. So maybe it’s not in the cards for me at all or yet. Maybe I just kick back and continue to enjoy the ride and see what comes my way. Lord knows I’ve been doing it so I guess I’ll be doing it a little bit longer. Look all you want, don’t look and let it come to you, either way just enjoy your life. With or without someone next to you, it’s a pretty kickass journey.
Lets kick this off my first stating a few things about myself so you get a bit more of my history, just a little bit. I am in my 30’s, never been married, no kids, YES I’ve been in love, YES I’ve been in lust (many more times) I have lived in 4 states and I’ve have held every job under the sun in my adult life. Everything from an Account Executive, to a teachers aide, to a construction hump, to a restaurant manager to waving a sign outside of a Chinese diner dressed like Karate Elvis. I’ve been flat broke and I’ve had plenty of money in my wallet, bank accounts, sock drawers and wrapped up in things. I’ve dined with the best and I’ve lived on 99cent tacos. So with all the crap out of the way, you can tell I’ve probably met some interesting women in my journey through life. YES, many many many THINGS, a handful of legitimate girlfriends, plenty of one-night stands, FWB program and all the over shit I don’t feel like putting down.
My first girlfriend was in 8th grade and she ended up cheating on me with some guy I knew and I’m pretty sure they banged. I got to 2nd base with her which isn’t cool to brag about since she was not very well developed for her age, however I looked like I was about 18 when I was in 8th grade. I had another girlfriend in high school who cheated on me and I also shared the same girl with 2 of my cousins who were brothers. So you can say that since I was young, I was going after shitheads. If any of you ex’s decide to read my regurgitate shit, don’t get offended, you are just a catalyst in what I am trying to get to which is…The, “dating scene,” has gone to SHIT!!!
Now folks, I get to say what I want on this because, well it IS MY website, so yea. Things are a fucking joke right now. Too many men and women are blatant fucking liars about, “what they want in a husband/wife or bf/gf,” or whatever the FAWK it is they are claiming to want at that point in time. I’m on about 5-10 dating/hookup websites and I swear to shits its all shenanigans, all bullshit, all fawkn lies, everyone on there, fawk even some of my shit is just fawkn shit. I dabble around on Facebook and creep on girls, I follow my tweeps on Twitter and I see who’s who on the major dating websites. It’s all a buncha of bullshit. You hear assholes saying you, “can’t find love in a bar,” which is the biggest crock of shit on the planet. I know plenty of people who found love in a hopeless place and it’s always the one of the other. They were either looking like a motherfucker to find someone or they fell in love randomly and shit. Which brings me to the saddest place to find someone which is where I’ve been since I was 16, online dating. I’m not even going to list all the fucking websites I’ve signed up for to see what the fuck is happening with these people. I know I’m no fawkn Brad Pitt or Colin Farrell or whoever else chics flick their beans too, but I seem to have been attracting women that I just can’t see myself hanging out with outside of pretend interest emailing. I saw this one chics profile and it basically said this, “I am a very sexual person, but I am not a whore. I don’t sleep around but I like to have a lot of sex when I find the right person. Do not contact me if you are looking for a hook up only.” And this fawkn chic, no fawkn lie, this fawkn chic had a picture of herself in a muthafawkn tanning bed TOPLESS but you couldn’t see her titties. Just enough to know she’s topless. It’s like some street vendor selling you the ends of hot dogs rather than the whole muthafawkn hot dog. Just the tip n shit ya know! So this chic says all that in her profile, has a skanky pic of herself in a tanning bed and isn’t looking for a hook up. SHUT THE FAWK UP YOU FAWKN PIG! You piece of shit asshole scum wad whorebag. You fawkn play that shit and NOT expect some dirt bag muthafawka to hit you up for some ass? REALLY! A fawkn picture of your ass in a fawkn TANNING BED? Where the FAWK did you learn to be coy, the school of LOOK AT ME I’M A WHORE! Anyways, that was kind of funny and I considered messaging her to be all nice just to see if she would respond but bitch had fawkn CRAZY eyes so I backed off.
I guess back in the day, before Al Gore invented the internet, people met the old fashioned way. Church, blind dates, friends, work, grocery stores, etc. Lately it seems like the women in my social networks could care less about introducing me to a friend. And I figured out why. Whether or not that female “friend” of mine is single, taken or married it’s the absolute ONE thing I have decided, no matter what, these “friends” always want my attention. Now I am not going to sit here and delegate myself as some freak that thinks I am the only one because this goes for other assholes in my situation. These girls, yes I am going to say GIRLS rather than WOMEN until they prove otherwise, just constantly want mine/our attention. They don’t want us to go and meet someone and have a good time and maybe be happy for an extended amount of time. No, they don’t want that. They are going to say shit like, “why don’t you have a girlfriend,” or, “you deserve better than her,” or, “don’t go looking for love, it will find you.” And ya know what I say to all that, FAWK OFF! Just because you “found” someone, or you are happily (BULLSHIT) single or you are in a relationship and happy (why do you want to hangout with single people if you are so happy) and all that shit? I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore because its all rubbish.
I can be perfectly honest and say YES I have always preferred the single life. This has nothing to do with meaningless sex (to me NO sex is meaningless by the way) or scared to commit. What it has to do with is there is a lot I want in life and it might no coincide with a girlfriend or wife. I want kids more than I want a wife but I know that being silly and nutting in the wrong girl will lead to nothing but problems, so I pull out and spray paint their trampstamps instead or throw a some jellyfish on their bellybutton. But when it’s all said and done, it would be cool to find someone to share cool shit with. I’ve got a lot of “friends” but I have, like most people, a handful of people who I can literally count on if shit got ugly. That’s a whole nother story I will get into on a separate entry. On the contrary to all that dating shit, I have gotten to use to my independency and freedom that I wouldn’t want to disrupt it for the wrong lady because the RIGHT lady wouldn’t, namean? That’s what I’m talking about right there. You find someone you think you can be with, someone that won’t change you, you won’t change them ya know, like the first X months. Then they start asking you to cover your mouth when you chew, or they ask you to be more like the way you use to be, or they start dressing you, it’s all horseshit and ladies do this WAY more then the fellas do. Females have this DNA strand that makes them want to change a guy into someone they want them to be. Then after a year or 2 or whatever of dating, ladies wonder why the guy isn’t the same as when they first met? IT”S BECAUSE YOU FAWKN CHANGED HIM. OMG, it’s like asking someone for directions in a town with 4 streets. Ladies fall out of love with this dood because they changed him into some other dood they thought that wanted, then realize after the breakup that she fell in love with the dood that liked to shit with the door open or play a game of Madden after a shitty day of work.
“Chivalry is dead and women killed it.” Thank you Dave Chapelle for stating that because so many of us men and women believe in this, but each of the sexes will argue on all the whys. Listen women, chivalry is FAR from dead, but when you sit there and mentally masturbate over some dirty rotten smacked out looking rockstar who may or may not be the second coming of Charles Manson, you have to understand. I know I know that we are all attracted to people for different reasons. Inner and outer beauty. Tits vs. Ass. Calves vs. Thighs. Smile vs. Teeth. I get it. But if you are going to trip over doods that look like denim’d out dumpster-divers, you have to expect that the guy that’s trying to bang you while you drip over the douche across the bar is going to think you really are scummy and treat you that way. Guys, you don’t have to dress in a suit like Barney Stinson nor do you have to dress like Nick Nolte on a vodka binge. Just dress the way you want and be yourself, because when you do that, you will attract the RIGHT person. This goes for ladies as well.
I have gotten to the point where I attract girls that look at me like I’m the King of the Lepers and want to be my pal rather than enjoy my semen. It actually really isn’t a big deal. I work around women and I don’t mind them wanting nothing to do with me other than work or having a few drinks, it’s just one less headache to deal with. I rarely meet a woman that stuns me either by beauty and/or brains so it’s rare that I’d even hit on some piece of work. I think I just really KNOW when to bring out the mack-card when I actually meet someone I feel is worth getting to know. And as far as that goes, it’s been a while, shits getting dusty.
I don’t even think people read my shit anymore so this has turned into more of therapy for me rather than creating an audience so I guess I can just say whatever I want since it won’t offend anyone. So maybe it’s not in the cards for me at all or yet. Maybe I just kick back and continue to enjoy the ride and see what comes my way. Lord knows I’ve been doing it so I guess I’ll be doing it a little bit longer. Look all you want, don’t look and let it come to you, either way just enjoy your life. With or without someone next to you, it’s a pretty kickass journey.
Educated vs. Intelligent
By Trevor A. Keveloh
OK, I am about to GO there. Yea, I am going to fawkn GO there right the FAWK now. I am not a degreed man. I dabbled in community college and then got into corporate America at a young age (20) and never looked back. After realizing how much I hated corporate Whoreica, the politics, bureaucracy, lies, backstabbing and worse of all, being able to completely ruin someone’s life and family for a buck, I kind of got sick of it. I went to the bar/club/event industry, the apparel industry and I am venturing into something. But what I really want to fawkn talk about, dig my teefers into, dig my way in and out of the hole is. Education vs. Intelligent.
Now after our AWESOME time in high school we all have what we think is a plan at the ripe old age of 18. All the routes we chose to take, accidentally take, miss, want, bla bla bla… BLA! Well I am proud of some of you that you spent 4ish years in college where you had, “the best years of your life,” meeting friends, drinking, having random hookups, drinking, meeting your significant other, drugs, learning about how AWESOME college music is, drinking, missing tests and learning to beat the system. Well, I did most of that in high school; I learned how to, “beat the house,” at a young age by simply applying what I learned, saw and heard in my teen years. O yea, I didn’t fawk around with drugs either. What point I would like to eventually get to is. Just because you went to college does NOT make you more intelligent than someone who didn’t. First off, let’s define intelligent. This is right from Dictionary .com…
“1. Having intelligence.2. Having a high degree of intelligence; mentally acute.3. Showing sound judgment and rationality: an intelligent decision; an intelligent solution to the problem.4. Appealing to the intellect; intellectual: a film with witty and intelligent dialogue.”
Now when I read this, I don’t see ANYWHERE in there that it says, “MUST be degreed in order to be intelligent.” Before you degree-holders huff and puff and get all Kunty with me, let me back up before you stop reading this and punch your cat in the face calling it Trevor. If you went to college to attain a degree in order to pursue that path in life then it’s fine and dandy. If you have wandered in and out of life, holding your degree at your hip as if you were a gunslinger hoping to fire it off anytime you meet one of ME, then please exit the building and go fawk yourself. We all have reasons for the paths we’ve chosen and we all DON’T have reasons as well, kind of like a life journey and shit. I am friends with a wide variety of people, college educated at a high level and non-high school diploma holding muthafawkas. I don’t judge people on a piece of paper, nor do I judge them by their Affliction tee or Vic Secrets perfume. Getting to KNOW someone is much more exciting that sitting back and waving your finger from your amazing ivory tower.
I do not in anyway think college is redic, I think it’s what any leading country like the USA needs for higher education. But just because someone didn’t go to college does NOT make them unintelligent. A side story is as goes. My roommate of 2 years, best friend for 5, co-worker for 2 was the leader of the math team at his high school, got a partial scholarship to The University of Illinois and has an extremely high I.Q. He told me time after time that college made him dumb, made him think LESS for himself. He relied so much on the teacher and the books to learn from, to do the thinking almost FOR him that he felt dumber. He opened up to me about this on many introspective levels and we discussed this in detail. Now my point is that he had this high intelligence to identify, calculate and answer/resolve questions/issues/events/etc. He received his degree in mathematics and became a Technical Recruiter/Account Representative, the same position I held for 7yrs…With no degree.
Now to back track a sec, if you decide to go to college to pursue what you want to do with your life, I love ya! DO IT! RAWK THA FAWK ON! But you don’t HAVE too. I come from a family of tradesmen who are very happy and make good money doing what they enjoy doing, “protecting the health of America.” And it’s an honor to be related to such fine gentlemen. But I chose a different route for reasons of my own personal preference in life. I keep seeing too many people misinterpreting EDUCATED for INTELLIGENT. You can argue until you are blue in the face that in order to gain a greater degree of intelligence you should or HAVE to go to college. To me, false. I participated in on-the-job training, life experience and learning from others mistakes and so on. I refuse to believe that in order to get a job nowadays, you have to have a degree. It’s redic, it’s obtuse thinking, it’s fawkn horseshit. ” The Age of Technology,” is allowing people to go other directions in life, to acquire information from the comfort of their own home or car or bathroom. I can read all about Carl Jung, John Nash, or Edward Bernays from the shitter while I pop out a mean one that I’ve been saving all day.
The world isa changing and you need to change your thinking. There will ALWAYS be a formula for the basics of life and so on, however. Our aptitude to put things together to achieve a greater success in a shorter amount of time is one direction goal-seeking people need are acknowledging. Work smart, not hard kind of shit. BUT, don’t forget HOW to work hard because it is true that it’s a, ”dying art form,” to some degree which I don’t feel like going in to. If you graduate high school and you are not sure what you want to do with your life, don’t worry, it’s normal. 18 is a YOUNG fawkn age to decide what you will do forever. Dabble in community college, save some money, work and find out what you enjoy. Read some shit, work weird jobs, experience life before you get tied down to a wife and kids. LIVE your fawkn life for Christ sakes! But don’t take too fawkn long or else you will take a job/career you DON’T want to do just to work and you will end up beating your cat, calling it Trevor and printing this out and pissing on it. I got lucky when I was born, I knew I wanted to write, no matter what capacity and that’s what I do. I pimp myself out in order to continue to develop my art, but I knew that college wasn’t for me. Kind of like those guys Bill Gates and Steve Jobs.
OK, I am about to GO there. Yea, I am going to fawkn GO there right the FAWK now. I am not a degreed man. I dabbled in community college and then got into corporate America at a young age (20) and never looked back. After realizing how much I hated corporate Whoreica, the politics, bureaucracy, lies, backstabbing and worse of all, being able to completely ruin someone’s life and family for a buck, I kind of got sick of it. I went to the bar/club/event industry, the apparel industry and I am venturing into something. But what I really want to fawkn talk about, dig my teefers into, dig my way in and out of the hole is. Education vs. Intelligent.
Now after our AWESOME time in high school we all have what we think is a plan at the ripe old age of 18. All the routes we chose to take, accidentally take, miss, want, bla bla bla… BLA! Well I am proud of some of you that you spent 4ish years in college where you had, “the best years of your life,” meeting friends, drinking, having random hookups, drinking, meeting your significant other, drugs, learning about how AWESOME college music is, drinking, missing tests and learning to beat the system. Well, I did most of that in high school; I learned how to, “beat the house,” at a young age by simply applying what I learned, saw and heard in my teen years. O yea, I didn’t fawk around with drugs either. What point I would like to eventually get to is. Just because you went to college does NOT make you more intelligent than someone who didn’t. First off, let’s define intelligent. This is right from Dictionary .com…
“1. Having intelligence.2. Having a high degree of intelligence; mentally acute.3. Showing sound judgment and rationality: an intelligent decision; an intelligent solution to the problem.4. Appealing to the intellect; intellectual: a film with witty and intelligent dialogue.”
Now when I read this, I don’t see ANYWHERE in there that it says, “MUST be degreed in order to be intelligent.” Before you degree-holders huff and puff and get all Kunty with me, let me back up before you stop reading this and punch your cat in the face calling it Trevor. If you went to college to attain a degree in order to pursue that path in life then it’s fine and dandy. If you have wandered in and out of life, holding your degree at your hip as if you were a gunslinger hoping to fire it off anytime you meet one of ME, then please exit the building and go fawk yourself. We all have reasons for the paths we’ve chosen and we all DON’T have reasons as well, kind of like a life journey and shit. I am friends with a wide variety of people, college educated at a high level and non-high school diploma holding muthafawkas. I don’t judge people on a piece of paper, nor do I judge them by their Affliction tee or Vic Secrets perfume. Getting to KNOW someone is much more exciting that sitting back and waving your finger from your amazing ivory tower.
I do not in anyway think college is redic, I think it’s what any leading country like the USA needs for higher education. But just because someone didn’t go to college does NOT make them unintelligent. A side story is as goes. My roommate of 2 years, best friend for 5, co-worker for 2 was the leader of the math team at his high school, got a partial scholarship to The University of Illinois and has an extremely high I.Q. He told me time after time that college made him dumb, made him think LESS for himself. He relied so much on the teacher and the books to learn from, to do the thinking almost FOR him that he felt dumber. He opened up to me about this on many introspective levels and we discussed this in detail. Now my point is that he had this high intelligence to identify, calculate and answer/resolve questions/issues/events/etc. He received his degree in mathematics and became a Technical Recruiter/Account Representative, the same position I held for 7yrs…With no degree.
Now to back track a sec, if you decide to go to college to pursue what you want to do with your life, I love ya! DO IT! RAWK THA FAWK ON! But you don’t HAVE too. I come from a family of tradesmen who are very happy and make good money doing what they enjoy doing, “protecting the health of America.” And it’s an honor to be related to such fine gentlemen. But I chose a different route for reasons of my own personal preference in life. I keep seeing too many people misinterpreting EDUCATED for INTELLIGENT. You can argue until you are blue in the face that in order to gain a greater degree of intelligence you should or HAVE to go to college. To me, false. I participated in on-the-job training, life experience and learning from others mistakes and so on. I refuse to believe that in order to get a job nowadays, you have to have a degree. It’s redic, it’s obtuse thinking, it’s fawkn horseshit. ” The Age of Technology,” is allowing people to go other directions in life, to acquire information from the comfort of their own home or car or bathroom. I can read all about Carl Jung, John Nash, or Edward Bernays from the shitter while I pop out a mean one that I’ve been saving all day.
The world isa changing and you need to change your thinking. There will ALWAYS be a formula for the basics of life and so on, however. Our aptitude to put things together to achieve a greater success in a shorter amount of time is one direction goal-seeking people need are acknowledging. Work smart, not hard kind of shit. BUT, don’t forget HOW to work hard because it is true that it’s a, ”dying art form,” to some degree which I don’t feel like going in to. If you graduate high school and you are not sure what you want to do with your life, don’t worry, it’s normal. 18 is a YOUNG fawkn age to decide what you will do forever. Dabble in community college, save some money, work and find out what you enjoy. Read some shit, work weird jobs, experience life before you get tied down to a wife and kids. LIVE your fawkn life for Christ sakes! But don’t take too fawkn long or else you will take a job/career you DON’T want to do just to work and you will end up beating your cat, calling it Trevor and printing this out and pissing on it. I got lucky when I was born, I knew I wanted to write, no matter what capacity and that’s what I do. I pimp myself out in order to continue to develop my art, but I knew that college wasn’t for me. Kind of like those guys Bill Gates and Steve Jobs.
Don't Be KUNTY
By Trevor A. Keveloh
If you are trying to make sense of what I am simply saying, then let me enlighten you on my saying.
Some people out in the this beautiful world we call Earth or Earf, can be KUNTY. Some even go as far as being ultra-super-premium-KUNTY, but there’s a special place for them which is about 6 feet deep. I like to think that everyone has their moments of being KUNTY but some people just are more KUNTY than others. I could sit here and list all the KUNTY people but I’d rather focus my energy on something more positive in life, like entertaining you with some more KUNTY observations.
1. If you think that the place you grew up is better than everywhere else, you are definitely KUNTY.
2. If you are a keyboard warrior, you are KUNTY.
3. If you think PBR is a good beer and you are under 40, you are KUNTY.
4. If you are a hipster, you are KUNTY. If that bothers you, you are KUNTY.
5. If you like to battle it out on social media outlets (NOT just Facebook) you are KUNTY.
6. If you think drinking wine is OK when you are pregnant, you are KUNTY. (This goes for both women and men.)
7. If you think that drinking wine is more sophisticated than beer or makes you feel less like an alcoholic because you drink it constantly, you are KUNTY.
8. If you change lanes in the middle of an intersection, you are KUNTY.
9. If you still, “believe,” in politicians, you are KUNTY.
10. If you THINK you are cool, you are KUNTY.
11. If you can’t explain what you actually DO at work, you are KUNTY.
12. If you do NOT like the band TOOL, you are KUNTY.
13. If the majority of your T.V. watching is, “reality T.V. shows,” you are KUNTY.
14. If you need to apply sunscreen every 10 minutes, you are KUNTY.
15. If you do not believe in some greater power, you are KUNTY.
16. If you think having a piece of paper is more important than having a piece of mind, you are KUNTY.
17. If you think dubstep is music, you are KUNTY.
18. If you DON’T believe in the spirit of Christmas, you are KUNTY.
19. If you don’t like kids, you are KUNTY.
20. If you think I am KUNTY, then you are KUNTY.
If you are trying to make sense of what I am simply saying, then let me enlighten you on my saying.
Some people out in the this beautiful world we call Earth or Earf, can be KUNTY. Some even go as far as being ultra-super-premium-KUNTY, but there’s a special place for them which is about 6 feet deep. I like to think that everyone has their moments of being KUNTY but some people just are more KUNTY than others. I could sit here and list all the KUNTY people but I’d rather focus my energy on something more positive in life, like entertaining you with some more KUNTY observations.
1. If you think that the place you grew up is better than everywhere else, you are definitely KUNTY.
2. If you are a keyboard warrior, you are KUNTY.
3. If you think PBR is a good beer and you are under 40, you are KUNTY.
4. If you are a hipster, you are KUNTY. If that bothers you, you are KUNTY.
5. If you like to battle it out on social media outlets (NOT just Facebook) you are KUNTY.
6. If you think drinking wine is OK when you are pregnant, you are KUNTY. (This goes for both women and men.)
7. If you think that drinking wine is more sophisticated than beer or makes you feel less like an alcoholic because you drink it constantly, you are KUNTY.
8. If you change lanes in the middle of an intersection, you are KUNTY.
9. If you still, “believe,” in politicians, you are KUNTY.
10. If you THINK you are cool, you are KUNTY.
11. If you can’t explain what you actually DO at work, you are KUNTY.
12. If you do NOT like the band TOOL, you are KUNTY.
13. If the majority of your T.V. watching is, “reality T.V. shows,” you are KUNTY.
14. If you need to apply sunscreen every 10 minutes, you are KUNTY.
15. If you do not believe in some greater power, you are KUNTY.
16. If you think having a piece of paper is more important than having a piece of mind, you are KUNTY.
17. If you think dubstep is music, you are KUNTY.
18. If you DON’T believe in the spirit of Christmas, you are KUNTY.
19. If you don’t like kids, you are KUNTY.
20. If you think I am KUNTY, then you are KUNTY.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
"Guard Up; Guard Down"
By Trevor A. Keveloh
I see this more and more lately in people referring to “walls” and keeping their “guard up” so they wont get hurt. I have been a victim of keeping my guard up from time to time since I was in my teenage years. I first started to experience the hurt from girls, work, friends and life in general. It’s a nasty thing to get involved in if you keep it up too long, if you let it consume you, if you let it create this alter ego about you. People that cant be themselves and be happy are constantly battling some sort of emotional loss or disconnection from their social group or society as a whole. Some people choose to be anti-social and create almost a fictitious world they may live in from time to time or even forever. I can honestly say that the seed of letting my guard down and expressing my own self started in Arizona when I was 22. I had the time of my life for about 6 months. I met some amazing people out there that really showed me that being yourself, no matter how you look, is far better than hiding from who you are. I came out of my shell. I’ve never been the same. I am approaching 36 years old and I am no where near the man I was then. Mainly because of one word.
Experience.
I have experienced so much more than a lot of my peers that I can’t even start to tell you the things I’ve seen, done, heard and so on. People my age are typically married and having kids, getting promotions, working on a second mortgage, dealing with insurance issues with their career. I am trying to live out my dreams and eventually become the man I was intended to be. And what makes that more acceptable to me, what makes it easier to get to even at my age is that I let my guard down. People know a good portion of the real me because I initially tell them and then ultimately show them. I don’t beat around the bush and I come out and just do it. I wear my heart on my sleeve, a choice I began to make about 8 years ago. To be open and honest, free and vocal, to not hesitate because so much in life is NOT promised to you.
There is this other part of me that IS guarded. This part that not everyone gets to see in which we all have. It’s not just the dirty secrets or skeletons in the closet, it’s just another part of me that usually lies dormant because there isn’t much of a reason for it to come out and play. Certain people get to see it, sometimes I like to show it off like a new toy, but ultimately I just let it chill inside me for certain occasions. Either way, we all have that different piece of us we aren’t all willing to give everyone. It’s too special. Some people have an entire life that they keep like that, others, just some weird shit like hobbies or fucked up shit they did in college. Either way, it’s natural, it’s a way with coping with trust and a there lack of. I’ve dealt with it mainly in dating and some levels of friendship. Not all my friends see me the same way. In general, yea they see me as a happy outgoing guy with typical struggles. But some see the real me because they have experienced different situations with me. In regards to dating, yea, some people have seen me differently with certain girls I’ve dated, but ultimately they know I do give most girls my all. It may seem at times like I’m not, but I’ve learned that if I’m going to date someone I HAVE to give her everything. They have to get as much of me as they can. Not always right away, hell never right away, but you eventually you have to just let yourself go and REALLY be YOU around them.
I personally think that having some sort of guard is good, it kind of gives us as humans the option to let certain people in and keep certain people out. But I think that too many people who have been hurt use the ole, “keeping my guard up,” as a defense mechanism for all the wrong reasons. I understand that some may not want to get hurt, but if you've never gotten hurt, how would you know the feeling? Just because you read it in a book, saw it in a movie or talked about it with someone, you may never really experience true hurt, true loss, true pain, true love. Being hurt is human, its good for you, it allows the balance of life to encourage you to seek pleasure. If we didn’t hurt, we may never know what real joy felt like. But don’t keep your guard up because some asshole employer treated you like shit, some guy/girl burned you, someone shit on your lawn. Go out there and give, love, be real to people. Ya don’t have to invite strangers into your home but be good to your fellow man. Too many people are missing out on life. Waiting for things to happen so they can move onto the next. Not enough people are taking the time to stop and smell the roses. So do that. And whatever else you do. Live free. Love free. Be free.
I see this more and more lately in people referring to “walls” and keeping their “guard up” so they wont get hurt. I have been a victim of keeping my guard up from time to time since I was in my teenage years. I first started to experience the hurt from girls, work, friends and life in general. It’s a nasty thing to get involved in if you keep it up too long, if you let it consume you, if you let it create this alter ego about you. People that cant be themselves and be happy are constantly battling some sort of emotional loss or disconnection from their social group or society as a whole. Some people choose to be anti-social and create almost a fictitious world they may live in from time to time or even forever. I can honestly say that the seed of letting my guard down and expressing my own self started in Arizona when I was 22. I had the time of my life for about 6 months. I met some amazing people out there that really showed me that being yourself, no matter how you look, is far better than hiding from who you are. I came out of my shell. I’ve never been the same. I am approaching 36 years old and I am no where near the man I was then. Mainly because of one word.
Experience.
I have experienced so much more than a lot of my peers that I can’t even start to tell you the things I’ve seen, done, heard and so on. People my age are typically married and having kids, getting promotions, working on a second mortgage, dealing with insurance issues with their career. I am trying to live out my dreams and eventually become the man I was intended to be. And what makes that more acceptable to me, what makes it easier to get to even at my age is that I let my guard down. People know a good portion of the real me because I initially tell them and then ultimately show them. I don’t beat around the bush and I come out and just do it. I wear my heart on my sleeve, a choice I began to make about 8 years ago. To be open and honest, free and vocal, to not hesitate because so much in life is NOT promised to you.
There is this other part of me that IS guarded. This part that not everyone gets to see in which we all have. It’s not just the dirty secrets or skeletons in the closet, it’s just another part of me that usually lies dormant because there isn’t much of a reason for it to come out and play. Certain people get to see it, sometimes I like to show it off like a new toy, but ultimately I just let it chill inside me for certain occasions. Either way, we all have that different piece of us we aren’t all willing to give everyone. It’s too special. Some people have an entire life that they keep like that, others, just some weird shit like hobbies or fucked up shit they did in college. Either way, it’s natural, it’s a way with coping with trust and a there lack of. I’ve dealt with it mainly in dating and some levels of friendship. Not all my friends see me the same way. In general, yea they see me as a happy outgoing guy with typical struggles. But some see the real me because they have experienced different situations with me. In regards to dating, yea, some people have seen me differently with certain girls I’ve dated, but ultimately they know I do give most girls my all. It may seem at times like I’m not, but I’ve learned that if I’m going to date someone I HAVE to give her everything. They have to get as much of me as they can. Not always right away, hell never right away, but you eventually you have to just let yourself go and REALLY be YOU around them.
I personally think that having some sort of guard is good, it kind of gives us as humans the option to let certain people in and keep certain people out. But I think that too many people who have been hurt use the ole, “keeping my guard up,” as a defense mechanism for all the wrong reasons. I understand that some may not want to get hurt, but if you've never gotten hurt, how would you know the feeling? Just because you read it in a book, saw it in a movie or talked about it with someone, you may never really experience true hurt, true loss, true pain, true love. Being hurt is human, its good for you, it allows the balance of life to encourage you to seek pleasure. If we didn’t hurt, we may never know what real joy felt like. But don’t keep your guard up because some asshole employer treated you like shit, some guy/girl burned you, someone shit on your lawn. Go out there and give, love, be real to people. Ya don’t have to invite strangers into your home but be good to your fellow man. Too many people are missing out on life. Waiting for things to happen so they can move onto the next. Not enough people are taking the time to stop and smell the roses. So do that. And whatever else you do. Live free. Love free. Be free.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Everybody Cheats
Everybody Cheats
By Trevor A. Keveloh
Everybody cheats. Yes, yes they do in some way or another. Most people are understanding that cheating is more than just fucking someone behind your significant others (going to coin it SO) back, but in this day and age of techno savvy people running around controlling the universe, it goes much further. If you are texting someone behind your SO back and you feel guilt, it’s a form of cheating. If you are using social media to communicate with some behind your SO back and you feel guilt, its cheating. If you are simply connecting with someone else on an emotional level and you begin to have “feelings,” or something of the sort with that person BEHIND your SO back, yup, that’s a big fat cheater right there.
Unfortunately I have been a victim of cheating since high school by every GF but one (you know who you are and thank you for not cheating.) All of them up until the most recent were blatant cheaters. Nothing too fancy about their cheating styles. Just straight up talking, texting, hanging out and fucking other guys. One cheater I felt was the most ridiculous because she went to the furthest extents to lie and cheat. Caught red handed since day one, I wasn’t smart enough to just cut ties as I tried so many times. Just like in the movie, “The Godfather,” she kept pulling me back IN. When I look back I let the notoriety of the sex and age difference become the controlling factor along with the odds stacked against me. Someone MUCH younger and had absolooootly NO clue about anything in life, I felt like I could show her. Little did I know, I was like a fawkn THOUROUGHBRED and she made me work for all these false hopes. It became blatant towards the end that she never intended on a truly healthy and successful relationship, she wanted to “vacation,” away from daddy and “live,” with me as I took care of her. A pattern I had picked up on when she actually discussed something of her past which was a fawkn miracle to even get a glimpse of you she, “really was.” When people don’t really speak of their past, it’s obvious that they have something, or many things, to hide. Of course you ALWAYS find this out at the end. However, I knew this up front but failed to drop the hammer hard enough to end it before it got out of hand, which ironically was a month into the relaltionshiT.
Everybody cheats. I’m sure I have done things to SO that would tiptoe on the lines of cheating or maybe even get in that ocean of cheating. I’ve texted girls or messaged them saying they looked good in an outfit or something of that nature. However I’ve never proactively went out and pushed the lines of flirting into another category of, “why not.”
I stopped at the flirting and pulled myself back, but either way, I had done it. There’s one thing I won’t do and that’s go on an all out CHEAT. Circumstances can alter that but ultimately, you are in control of everything. Too many weak people give the ole,” victim of circumstances,” speech which gets old after a while if it’s the same people ranting that cliché.
Everybody cheats. There are couples out there that have an open relationship and that is a whole nother ball of waxxxy discussion. I’ve personally never been in one but I’ve been in some, “relationships,” that are quite unhealthy. I don’t want to even get involved in discussing those at this point, I’d rather just stick to my basis that, yea, everybody cheats.
Everybody cheats. I’m sure there are plenty of healthy relationships where you aren’t falling into this category, however, I’m sure that everyone at some point in time has fallen into this category. It’s the inevitable, it’s like going to the beach and refusing to swim. You don’t swim, but you sure as shit walk in the water, or dig your toes into the sand all Incubus style, letting the waves come up and wash it away. You don’t go all the way, but you get in there just enough to feel alive, to feel that wave, to feel that water wash away your worries. There may be some people reading this thinking I’m absurd, or paranoid or just a neurotic or narcissistic FAWKTARD, that’s fine, I don’t blame you. You haven’t walked in my shoes so you don’t really know and I’ve never walked in yours, so we are back in agreement, good.
Everybody cheats. If you develop a friendship (with the opposite sex or same sex if it applies) online or via social media while you’re in a relationship and this friendship makes that, “turn,” its starting to look like cheating. When you start discussing personal things, start to vent, start to see this, “friend,” in another way, and you’re still with the other person, you are cheating. You decide not to disclose this person to your SO and being in a once was platonic situation you are now in a romantic and emotional affair, ya just done gone and cheat. Go look up cheating on ole Wikipedia, do it. See what that website has to say. Then look at your past and your friends past and so on and see how much adds up. Who left who for who? How did someone already have an SO a few weeks after being dumped? You look back and you piece that simple childish puzzle together and you kinda laugh at yourself because you knew all along, you saw the tell tale signs, shit you saw the muthafawkn texts or messages or snapchats or whatever tha fawk people are using to test the waters. But it takes that epiphany of, “WHHHHHHHHAT tha FAWWWWWK DOOD,” to wake up and smell the shitstorm brewing in the bedroom. O yea, for anyone reading this still thinking I’m insane or whatever, if you are being intimate with your SO and all of a sudden, your shit don’t work or you feel a distance between you and them, do NOT disregard that. Your body can tell you more than you think if you just listen to it. It’s controlled by you and another part of you, it’s controlled by your instincts, both animalistic and spiritual, so don’t ignore that weirdness during a bang sesh.
Everybody cheats. In closing I want you to GET where I am coming from. I am not here to ruin your day, I am here to express to you my personal beliefs. I am here to share a little bit on what I’ve been thru and what I’ve seen and what I’ve done. I’m here, as a writer, as a friend as a dood that use to serve you DonBombs, I’m here to communicate to you what I believe. I want you to look at yourself today. Then look at yourself back. See if you question something you were doing with someone behind your SO back. I want you to know that it’s ok to admit to it so you can better yourself. If you are a repeat offender, break the cycle. We all need to give that special someone everything. Don’t hold back and be selfish, give them your all. Live free, love free and be free of the constraints of life. For if you don’t give them your all, you will never understand what love really is. If you don’t give someone your all, you’ve never really lived. But don’t cheat.
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