By Trevor A. Keveloh
Dating, man, what a fawkn crock of shit it can be. I mean, its fun and shit, but we all know its a pile of dogshit for the most part. We all start dating someone, everything is grand and in the end, we hate them or resent them for whatever reason. The most truthful and sad thing about dating, is you won't be with that person forever, you will eventually break up and go thru shit after that. It's the ugly truth about dating. No one dates just one person then marries them then spends the rest of their lives with them, that shit happens to like 1 in a friggin gagillion er summin.
We all date people for the most redic reasons. For the thrill, for the fun, for the comfort, to try and beat the odds, etc. I've dated some treats and I've dated some tricks and I have to say, it's all fawkn weird. Dating is like buying a used car or house or whatever. It's like, "Yea, I know a lot of memories were made up in that shit, but I'm going to make better ones." So you date that muthafawka and make some awesome memories and then you break up and you hate each other for allowing yourselves to go thru all that and in the end, break up and go on a fuck/booze binge with total randoms n shit.
Some people can't be alone, (I won't name names but she's a fawkn terd) so they swing from one relationship to the other. Like a fawkn uglyass monkey on a tree, going from branch to branch, making sure they have a firm hold of the next one before they let go of the current one. It just freaks me out with people though ya know? Like I get cars and houses, I like used shit and I like brand new shit. I like items to purchase with a story, a history a past to tell people that's cool. Like a bar conversation, or dinner with family and or friends, or whatever. Like, "The guy who owned this 79 Trans Am before me used to race this thing all over Joliet in the early 80's and got his first road head in it." You never wana say that about someone yer dating unless it's an accomplishment like, "This chic Im banging has never GUSHED like this before. First time I nailed and I ate that shit, I was all on it like a fawkn Mastro's steak, took my time on it and it oozed like it's never been touched before. That skank kept comin back for more and I treated that piece REAL nice while I spread the wealth and did some work on others. Then one day I decided to date it, later on it tasted like shit, so I threw it to some putz and now he can naw on my scraps." That kinda shit you can get away with, but seriously, dating is just weird. You pull up in some girls vagina like a traveling circus or an Army battalion and yer like, "We are setting up shop here for a while. Prolly not gonna live here forever, but just gonna camp out, eat, shit, piss, fart, get a blowie on occasion, then split and find something better." That's what weirds me out about dating kinda, like how many units have been thru that reservoir?
I don't think dating is wrong, I mean you HAVE to date right? Shit I didn't date for years upon years and just fawked n shit. I don't know how to give an analogy on that other than like, "Hey, lets just bomb that shit and cruise off into the sunset er summin." I enjoyed that no strings attached shit, so much easier. Then one day I got all fucked up with the wrong mindset and more so, wrong fawkn assholes and was like that leader of the battalion general and Im like, "This looks good to bang on for now, lets take a break from bombing muthafawkaz and fawk around in this gully."
Well whatever you take of this one, I don't really care. I was all like walking my dog today and thinking about it. Like these houses for sale like, "Come move in here. The previous owners made some great memories or made some shitty ones. Maybe they had their first kid here, maybe their 16yr old son was a jerkaholic and spooged in every room constantly, but it's OK, buy it." Shit like that get ma, ya know?
Friday, April 11, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
42
It all started with an idea, a dream, a way to live my life accordingly. Fantasies and dreams trying to make them come true, living in a wonderland, a world I don't even know. Puppy dogs and ice cream sunshine and rainbows, running horses with beautiful hair flowing in the wind. I don't believe everything I see, read, hear but I do believe what I feel, what manifests inside me. Its not some delusional manic shit, its truth, its instincts, its something telling me to go right instead of left... Its like that Jeff who lives in the basement movie. It all begins to make sense when you allow it to.
Reach up and onward or else you will never get to where you need to go. Be patient but be persistent. There is no blue print for anyone's life unless you stick to some over-fabricated pile of horseshit that you were taught at young age is what you are suppose to do. Do not do what you are suppose to do, do what you want to do, not what is expected or what is told to you.
Live your life the way you want too. Do not let others tell you what is right or wrong as they do not consume the same mound of flesh you do. Be good to people, be honest, be loyal to those who are worthy of this.
Disconnect from the evils of life, the evils of people, the ones who drag you down and hurt you. Surround yourself with people of positivity. People that share the same goals as you.
In this life if you want to dig ditches, dig with price. If you want to clean tables, clean with pride. If you want to be an engineer, do it with pride. Hard work is a lost art an art that has been forgotten by so many recent generations because the people teaching them have too, lost that art.
My goal when I graduated high school has been kicked, spit on, attacked, tortured, shit on, pissed on and so on. But the few have stood by my side and on the way to this road, I've gained a lot of supporters and gained a lot of negativity. Which means breaking ties and continuing to achieve this goal.
My "soul purpose" in this life is to create.
Reach up and onward or else you will never get to where you need to go. Be patient but be persistent. There is no blue print for anyone's life unless you stick to some over-fabricated pile of horseshit that you were taught at young age is what you are suppose to do. Do not do what you are suppose to do, do what you want to do, not what is expected or what is told to you.
Live your life the way you want too. Do not let others tell you what is right or wrong as they do not consume the same mound of flesh you do. Be good to people, be honest, be loyal to those who are worthy of this.
Disconnect from the evils of life, the evils of people, the ones who drag you down and hurt you. Surround yourself with people of positivity. People that share the same goals as you.
In this life if you want to dig ditches, dig with price. If you want to clean tables, clean with pride. If you want to be an engineer, do it with pride. Hard work is a lost art an art that has been forgotten by so many recent generations because the people teaching them have too, lost that art.
My goal when I graduated high school has been kicked, spit on, attacked, tortured, shit on, pissed on and so on. But the few have stood by my side and on the way to this road, I've gained a lot of supporters and gained a lot of negativity. Which means breaking ties and continuing to achieve this goal.
My "soul purpose" in this life is to create.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
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.
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