Ah the Holidays

A time when we give gifts from obligation, due to getting the gift first.

The one time in the year that we give to a charitable organization, like throwing in a dollar, here and there, to the random salvation army "cans," just to feel like, yes, we really have made a difference this year. (Good for you. Ill award you the noble peace prize)

A time where family members that don't even like each other, sing carols together around a tree

A time where relatives hug and say "I've missed you. What is going on in your life," like they really care. Yet  they don't take the time to give you a 5 minute phone call every once in a blue moon during the year

A time where people commit suicide because they don't have the money to buy their kids a single gift, and they feel like a failure..... or because they don't have a family to celebrate with, and feel alone

A time where children rip apart paper covered gifts, just for the toys that in a few weeks will be collecting dust their closets.

And the wrapping paper, made from the trees that give us the air that we breathe, that were ripped down just to cover a material item, are thrown away without any thought to recycling and preserving this substance

A time where we celebrate the birth of Jesus who in fact wasn't even born remotely around the month of December (nothing against that, just find it odd)

A time where we support a jolly fat man, distributing gifts, in support of the superficial material world, and then we wonder why we never have enough "stuff" to "make us" happy

Happy holidays

WOW it has been a LLLOOOONNNGGGG time since I have actually blogged. Well I am currently living in Toledo. I up and left due to some family issues, right before thanksgiving.  Erica and I are going state to state to find where we want to live this coming november. So far we went to Anne Arbor, Michigan (the day before yesterday),. Next week or so we are going to chicago. Yesterday we went to Detroit. I want to move to Alaska so I am going to drag her there. Soon we will go to Canada ( I live 45 minutes away anyways.) I want to move and travel.  I find it to be refreshing to be able to do that. 

Today I have a dentist appointment to go to. So far in the 2 days that I have gone job hunting, I have gotten a job offer each time. So far I have had 3 job offers in total. But I am a picky little lad and know that I will hit the pavement once again tomorrow. I think that I will take up the last job offer that I had. It seems like a challenge due to the fact that I have to gain up clientele to get more hours and I will start up with just a few. ( They are also a struggling salon.) I think that it would be fun and I have a buffer to my name to live off of until I get a few more clients.

My puppy's balls dropped, so on the 18th his manhood is going to get ripped off of him. If i ruled the world, ide make all men have that done by the time they are 6 months old. There would be the select few "breeders" who would of coarse have to have common sense (AKA not be a complete idiot) and have a good blood line ( no mother's, brother twice removed by from an uncles dog, hanky panky)  

I had the pleasure of meeting a nudist the other day. That inspired me to write a blog. I have all the respect for nudists. In fact, I openly admit that at one point I considered joining a colony, only because I was sick and tired of being around people that exploit the body. I partake in a society, where we cover ourselves with garments that only allow so much to show, in order to be “modest” and not look like a “whore.” The ones that wear less of this “material,” are wearing it in order that they may attract the opposite or same sex in a sexual manner. I guess the fact that I grew up in a European/American household, has made me less afraid to remove my clothing, if it is for non sexual purposes. Personally, I can look at a naked woman, and not think anything of it. Even if I find her to be beautiful. She is a body. Just as a man is a body. Mere flesh, what we all have, that should never be lowered to just a single purpose.

 But then on the other hand, if she is there for sexual purposes, I allow hormones to kick in, and find myself become turned on, and explore my curiosity and wonder. The body is an art form that should never be exploited, but celebrated.

That is what I admire about nudist colonies.