Sheep in Wolf's Clothing PT 2

Outstanding, well withstanding many outcomes in the processes of my life. Idealistic view on the world has changed, ebbing the streaming waters of my own adulthood. The grounds are fertile and the grass is green. The baby blue sky gently wraps its blanket with the warmth of the sun as she smiles on me amidst the puffy clouds. Life is beautiful, but to remain continuous with the theme of the series I am currently writing; I must be slightly daft and jaded.

It never ends, I woke up this morning with no hangover but my room states the opposite. I just thrown some garbage and paperwork piles up on my makeshift desk. My bed is a futon, rarely even turned to its bed form and my refrigerator is empty. Half eaten chicken and barely any ramen left. So much for 4 days till Christmas. My tea kettle is empty as well, lacking water, but I should change that. I get up and look at the mirror; see my reflection, sadness engulfs me. A torrent of emotions turns my soul into the perfect storm.

Raging waters, twenty stories high, beats the beaches of my Armored and steeled heart. Light streaks through the sky and she screams with a roar of thunder in her wake. Gosh, I need a vacation. Its definitely making sound daft . So I decided to share a few of my rules that I have adopted throughout the years. The light bulb has hit me.


Rule 1: Be Responsible

Rule 2: Be Kind

Rule 3: Be Honest

Rule 4: Enjoy Life

Rule 5: If all else fails or no answer can be found, confer the rules in reverse. From here on out.


That's pretty much the bare minimum of my rules. How it goes from there can differ in a multitude amount of ways, but that's the legist of it. 5 very simple rules I try to go by on an everyday basis.
Pretty much this is a glimpse on the next series after this "Sheep in Wolf's Clothing."

So what does it mean to be a sheep in wolf's clothing? Its a term I like to define as an ability to protect and shield myself from this world. I've become jaded and slightly bitter in terms of relationships. I am sick of the games and the mixed signals someone sends in life. I hate poor choices but then again I make them on a near constant basis. Call me judgmental and bias on my self reflected view of the state of things. In all honesty this seems like a continuous whine session.

Last night, I pretty much said fuck it. Get out there and quit being such an introvert. I am not going to die a failure and failure equates to one simple fact; the lack of actions taken. In fact failure can be easily achieved really quickly by doing nothing at all. Fear is the embodiment of failure with the guise of protection and self preservation. I am not saying all fear is bad, it'll save your life. Yet it may not even save another person's life, but I digress. All I am saying is, I just said fuck it with nothing to loose.

So I went out with my friends and the intent of having a decent conversation with a stranger. I brought out the charming smile and the smug attitude. Yes smug, I pictured a too smart for himself asshole who thinks low of everyone and applied slight attributes to borderline the term douchebag. Believe it or not without going to immense detail, it bloody worked. Then when the nice guy attributes came out, my normal attributes. It didn't. What the hell? Seriously? Is it some kind of condition you all have to try and turn a piece of coal into a diamond. Screw it, I like being safe and I feel as though I am a failure through inaction. The heart strings in me are all strung out or is that acid reflux?

So I have been watching a lot of Christmas slash chick flick romantic movies that have aired over the past three decades. Its pathetic, but you know its okay. I got ramen on the pot, so well I'll continue this on.

Sheep in Wolf's Clothing PT. 1

4:11 p.m., the start of my blog. Something to regurgitate my thoughts to the digital landscape. Perhaps I am one shitty writer, but its a blog so that should provide me with some leeway rather than type my thoughts within the Status of my Facebook page. Funny, I started this blog at 4:11 in the afternoon. So down with the 411. I suppose I should have some origin story since I love comics, anime, video games, and the like. Origins is what the protagonist starts. How he or she becomes the hero of the tale. On the other hand, I tend to jump around as well so there is no continuity of my story.

Well first of I was not born in the United States. If you know what it means when I mention the pearl of the orient, the country of a 1000 islands, well you know my place of birth. I grew up in a loving home with my family, a large family, a very large family. Without going into much detail, I grew up as a Chicagoan, the Windy City. I grew to adopt the term native Midwesterner, well not so native. I loved the city life, the gritty city life. Nowadays I miss public transportation and just simply going out. I miss the food, especially the food. I miss everything about it like the smell of the taste of Chicago. I barely have any support where I am at currently. I can count only a number of people equal to the digits on my hand that can safely say are at my corner.

The state of things makes me wonder and reflect on my past life. The past, its often viewed with regret but never or hardly ever viewed with a momentous smile screaming across your face. I am such a fool, a jester in my own rough draft that is my life. As my fingers continue to peck at the keys of my laptop to transfer my thoughts on digital parchment, various emotions rush through me. They can simply define as anger, sadness, disappointment, happiness, joy, and being lost. Yes I am lost. Lost in transition, lost in life, lost with myself and amongst others. I am a sheep in wolf's clothing. Yes I consider myself a sheep.

Its humorous to me now, but back in high school and infact as much as a last night I am still that. A sheep in wolf's clothing. Its Saturday and I am about to go out amongst friends who I watch their back for. Perhaps I am a Shepard dressed like a Sheep in wolf's clothing. Perhaps.