Who's Going Inside The Elevator First?

When a large group of people are waiting together at the same time for an elevator to arrive, there comes a moment when you're wondering who is going to jump in there first. As a gentlemen, you're supposed to let the women go inside first. But when the women are requesting that you go inside instead, you're stuck in this mental debate on what to do before the door closes on you.

One day, I was heading out of the mall after finishing a couple of assignments on my computer. It was a very productive day and I was happy that I got so many things done in one day. All I wanted to do at that point was to leave the mall, ride back to the house, get some fast food on the way, and relax in my bed. 

I arrived at the elevator and pressed the down button. A couple came over and pressed the up button. There were three elevators in front of me. At that point, we found ourselves having a staring contest at which elevator was going to arrive on the third floor first. More people began showing up while I continued to stare at the elevator. It was driving me nuts having to wait so long. When you stare at the numbers coming up and down, it makes you think you've been waiting since you were five years old.

The elevator finally arrived and no one was in there. I requested that all the females go first. However, they told me to go first. I looked around and realized I was the only male going down with them. So the females decided to flip the script and let me go first.

I didn't debate over that and walked up ahead. However, the elevator doors began opening quickly. So I quickly ran to the door and managed to stop them from closing. The door did squeeze my crotch a little bit, but I took it like a man, so that the doors would open for everyone. I walked in and the other females followed. I pressed the first floor button and we all went down together.

First Night And Bad Night For Skinny Jeans

Most people remember the first time they are wore skinny jeans. It was considered one of the most memorable days of their lives. This is for men and women. For the first time, they grabbed onto a tight pair and make them hug their body from down under. It's supposed to be a good feeling right.

That wasn't the case for me.

One night, I was hanging out with a friend at a night club. Let's call him Harry. Harry decided to put me to the challenge. He wanted me to wear a pair of skinny jeans that he owns and walk around it for the rest of the night. He wanted me to not look like my casual self anymore. I will admit that I tend to look conservative every now and then, but I am not like that all the times. Sometimes the rock star side of me does come out, especially at karaoke clubs. But at the end of the day, I am not a crazy party animal who likes to go out and look freaky every single night.

We arrived down the street and he gave me the clothes. I got back home and I was already scared. Those skinny jeans were tight beyond belief. I had moments when I was getting ready to just give up on the challenge. However, I am a person that doesn't turn down promises. When I make a promise to a friend, I keep it to the very end. So I held my head up and walked out of that house with the clothes on.

Big mistake!

The second I hit the nightclub I felt like I was surrounded by provocative paparazzi's. People saw that I was "excited". I was excited due to the fact that the heat inside of me was building up walking so long. Then as the heat built up the testosterone got higher on the inside. But that didn't mean a thing for everyone around the nightclub. All they saw was someone fully erect and they wanted a piece of it. I tried walking away slowly. Suddenly, everyone started grabbing my front door and back door. It was like a secret drunk sex party was going on. Everyone was totally intoxicated. I was the only sober person in the building.

I couldn't even dance without having everyone staring at me. It was like someone secretly put male enhancement pills in the Sprite I was drinking. Thirty minutes after dancing, I just knew it was time to go. I couldn't take it anymore.

Harry requested that I stay a little longer. I turned around, pointed the middle finger and I said "Suck it!"

I'm Still Mr. Supporter, But Not As Much Anymore

I would like to take this opportunity to address something that's been on my head for quite a while. It's popped up a few times while I was sick, but it's popped up even way before any of this happened. I just been putting it in the back of my mind because I really thought it wasn't a big deal. Now I realize it is and I'm just gonna say it right now.

Some of my friends are wondering why I haven't been supporting them in their new ventures the way I used to back then. Back in the day, I was Mr. Supporter to the extreme. I was the total embodiment of that word. I would be promoting them on my Facebook account. I would go to every single event they were at. I would be getting phone calls at 4 o'clock in the morning from my friends telling me an idea they have and I would say "Go for it."

I was truly Mr. Supporter to the extreme. For me, that just proved how much I love my friends. I know they tell you that you can't please everyone. I sometimes go overboard and try my best to do that. We all deserve to succeed and do what we want to do in life. I wanted to make sure my friends achieved their goal.

Then one night, I began to self reflect after a one hour phone call with a few of my friends. One got a record deal and is recording his album in another country with his rock band. Another one has opened a restaurant and it became a huge success just that quick. Finally, another one became a successful photographer and is now working at a popular magazine in New York City. All of my friend's dreams were happening right in front of me.

And where was I? I was on the floor with an empty wallet and no flourishing career. 

I spent 95% of my life supporting, helping, or just being there as a friend. I dedicated a lot of blood, sweat, and hard work on them, I totally forgot about my life. I was still at square one with only a few changes being made. My career wasn't going anywhere and that was painful to look at.

I made the decision a long time ago to be 95% focused on my own life. I need to put myself together. Create my life. Make it the way I want to be. That way, when I do go out to dinner with my friends, we can each talk about our success and we will never have to say "Alright, who's the broke person at this table that I'm paying for."

I will continue to support my friends, but not as much as I used to. I'm sorry, but I got a life to put together. I'm 20 everyone. It's time to kick this car in over drive.

Flying With A Punching Bag

I got another gig as a brand ambassador for Capital One weeks ago. It was truly one of the most fun gigs as a brand ambassador that I've ever had. What I liked about it was that I was able to do everything I wanted to do at once. I could interact with the people coming in and out. I could dance around to the music playing in the background. It was just nothing but fun.

I was working in a football field wearing an actual football uniform. It was part of the event and we had to fit the sports theme. My duties were to entertain everyone while still picking up the footballs that the customers would throw around towards the targets consistently. That was fine. My legs needed to get back in shape.

All of a sudden, one of my co-workers called me over to the punching bag. He told me that he needed to the restroom and wanted me to do the punching bag thing for him until he got back. He said it would only take a few minutes. Of course he knew I would do anything for my co-workers. Whatever made them happy, I would do it without second guessing myself.

My co-worker left and I was stuck with the punching bag. The job was to hold on to the bag for those who were going to have a hard time. Then after that, push the bag back at the starting point while the person continues going down the obstacle course.

Simple right?

Well it's not simple when you have older people who doesn't want to move it lightly. They want to grab it, push it, and possibly kill this punching bag. So I was scared for my life holding onto that punching bag. Here is this short guy with glasses that they're obviously not going to go soft on. I chose to do this job. So I was aware of what was going to come along with it. I told the older person to go and my prediction came true.

He ran towards the punching bag and began pushing it. I got carried along with the bag to the other end. He pushed it upwards so hard, I ended up getting flown in the air with the punching bag while the pusher continued going down the obstacle course. The punching bag flown itself back to the customers, ready for it's next victim. I thought I wasn't going to be flown around anymore. Well it didn't take until 27 more people for that to finally come true. 

Poor me!

Addict Of Fiction: The Last Of Us Will Be A Wonderful Zombie-Horror Game

I have been watching the previews for Naughty Dog’s upcoming release “The Last One”. Even though I normally don’t want games that involves zombies and living in a post apocalyptic world, there is something about this game that is making me wait for it to arrive on our shelves.

“The Last Of Us” is set around these two main characters in the game, Ellie and Joel, who have no memory of the world pre-apocalypse. Joel is a “ruthless” survivor and Ellie is a 14 year-old girl who is wise beyond her years. All they do know is that they have to fight for their lives in this world that are swarming with zombies around every angle.

Just watch the previews and you’ll get a temporary sensation of suspense. It’s what I love and dying waiting for this movie.

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P.S. Thank you to one of my readers who addressed to be about the release date. I really appreciate it.

Klutziness To The Extreme

I was born with this unusual curse. I'm one of a few people who has this. I have a habit of nearly falling to to the ground at least once a day. Notice that I say at least once a day. That means it's happens more than once. If it doesn't happen on one day, I consider that a miracle. Sadly, a miracle like that happens at least once every few months.

One day, it decided to go to the extreme.

I was leaving one of the parks after being on the phone with one of my good friends. Once again, it lasted fifteen minutes. I don't like being on a phone for a long time. As soon as it reaches fifteen minutes, I just want to hang up without a care in the world. After hanging up the phone, I tripped on the nearby park bench. I almost fell to the ground, but regained my balanced as I continued walking away.

Three blocks later, I tripped again while walking in the middle of Jackson Square. I was looking for a friend of mine who is always taking pictures around there. The ground was wet and the front of my shoe aimed towards the ground. I managed to catch myself before my body could even aim down at the ground. Four people saw me, but I walked away with a smile.

Five blocks later, things went to the extreme. I was daydreaming about what I was going to do when I got back inside the house. I was walking past a cafe. I got so distracted, I had no idea there was a hole coming my way. All of a sudden, my foot fell in the hole and by the it came out, a piece of the sidewalk came apart. I quickly retrieved it and tried putting it back together. 

I walked away after putting it back together and just tried to avoid leaving the house for the rest of the day.