A guide for what to talk about when shit gets real

Everything happens, heals, for time.
All wounds—

Reason doesn’t kill anything.
That is You: a “living well” You.

With revenge - the best, stronger, go.
That’s the way, the flow.

When life gives you to fear itself, the only thing is fear.
the world crumbles, lemons make lemonade,
—That’s the way of the cookie. [JM]

Mr. Claudio Sanchez has formally announced (to me) his transition from Coheed and Cambria to the literary world, again, Under the pseudonym:

FABIO SAN-W’CHEZ.

(photoshopped pictures to come.)

A friend recommended meditation as a good remedy to what I’d consider the problem, or the primary M.O.. There is something so romantic about consoldating thoughts through some existential mathmatic formula. A systematic process that has a distinct outcome, requring only adherence to the guidelines: I am led to believe that outcome is control. The problem/primary MO implies that this notion is not limited to just impossibility, but inconceivability; perhaps this is custom-fit specific to [for] me, but I doubt it.

• Not unlike everyt-h-i-n-g, it falls into a lengthy pecking order of concepts that prompt immediate digression, iteration. The assesment suggests that reflection and the inescapible systematic processes that stencil my every thought are not things to be adjusted in any legitimate way and thus becomes nothing more than a comforting exercize sustained only as long as it takes to forgo the front of enligtenment [otherness] and accept the recursion of an argument against such entertained possibilities. 
• Almost every word written thus far serves as nothing more than testimonial for the lack of such faculties.

My question is whether the problem is A problem at all. It is certainly exhaustive for basically all mouth-breathers, but a nurturing sentiment none-the-less.

• Mabye the take-away is that my decision to stare at my formula, or acknowledge its forms and quirks is a, let say, unique reminder that I am 1.) pulling away from knit consolations of individuality or separate-ness as delusive, reprecussive, and maddening,.. but 2.) with haste, acknowledge [accept/back-pedal] that my brackets, metaphors, take-aways, inflections, iterations, word-choice, previous sentence(s) is knit hypocracy, bullshit, and wrong … 3.) and that’s not a bad thing. Just the process of sobering acknowledge ment, but a lesson in unseparate-ness//toleration of myself.
• …
• I, as a dedicated mouth-breather have nothing to claim ownership over, and everything that would/could be up for assessment is a due process of existence and the insatiable, recursive projections of likeness among others; this is redeeming. This helps in the constant effort of tolerating EVERYTHING, extract meaning which will make anyone better equipped to embrace same-ness, reason, didaction, to a justifyable end:

I can remember to remain content, confident, acceptably dressed [accepted], surly.

I have leveraged my priorities
and despite every reasonable opportunity I’ve been afforded to
fight my own causes, and balance all things—I manage to barely float, or fail miserably.
- when things get bad, the answer to has always revolved around accosting myself (constructively) and taking accountability. Now I have to consider whether internalizing is just another way of reassuring myself that the things I want and need are still even related to rational possibilities; that I still enjoy the hard route because there’s a redeemable end in my work.

Being adult-ly these days is not all that tough. But for the sake of being agreeable you’ll be inclined  to side with others over it’s difficulty when confronted by misguided 30 somethings. They’ve just failed to remember what being an adult is alllllll about.

So, This is for yous:

It’s about changing the subject when people talk about things you aren’t concerned about!

Making bloggzz!

Smoking cigarettes and hiding it from people who care about your health!

Coming up with inventive ways to show people in various circles and occasions that you’re not concerned with what they think! *note: Do not try to achieve this by simply resorting to assholish tendencies.

Offer really stern-sounding platitudes when people ask you for advice—either it’ll be adequate enough for the person to change the subject, or at the very least sound far too bland to be conceitedly manufactured!

If you don’t have a very successful job, do something creative! Or at least talk about creative things!

If you don’t have smart things to contribute, or much to say in general, establish yourself as “reserved” yet agreeable. When difficult situations occur, choose either response accordingly to neutralize the issue!!

Good luck, fellow readers of things.