My Cartoon Life!

Fat Albert and the crew.

Just got off the phone talking to Moms and Pops and I'm feeling pretty good right now.  What a difference a few moments/posts/laughs/hours can make.  I think...earlier today had a lunch with one of my co-workers and one of his friends in which had his son with him.  To be a kid again....oh wait, I'm still am a kid!  I've let all this trivial stuff of money, expectations of myself, social life try to ruin the best thing about me...that I'm a guy who is getting younger really, contrary to belief, and I thrive on having the ultimate fun.

I remember those days waking up to watch Fat Albert cartoons, along with (gulp!):  Count Duckula, Danger Mouse (not the singer/producer), The Real Ghostbusters, all those things that made our life so simple.  Alvin and the Chipmunks, Dennis The Menace...and when I say wake up, I mean like 6 a.m. in the morning.  So there was really no excuse if I couldn't make it to an early shift at the beach or wake up for those free throw sessions in the wee hours of the morning at the High School...on game day.  I'm a morning person and it's in our blood.  So I watched this kiddo just thinking, this little guy is like 5 or 6 yrs old, with so much innocence in his system.  I LOOOVE that word, because that's one thing I felt, like so many, lost along this journey.  I still have it but it's a fight to pull it out u know.

What is innocence?  Running and playing around without stretching or thinking about how u're gonna feel after wards...that's innocence. How about eating whatever u want, whenever u want, not even thinking about if it's close to dinner time or if it's organically made, with 10 grams of Sat. fat involved...or not even caring who's watching u.  Its being documented, the last few rounds have been a real fight, but the fight is not over with....really not by a long shot.  I think that many of the things that could be negatives (which are few) in the long run are gonna be real positives.  I'm blessed to really live a 'Cartoon' lifestyle.  Sometimes, I don't even realize it til I hear other people speak or tell a story and people look at you like you're crazy.  Then I'm thinking, "that stuff never happened to you?"  This whole diary thing is not to be a 'hey, look at me" type of thing.  It has a few reasons why I write: 1)  I write in my diary anyway, just decided to leave even more of a legacy by going online.  2)  Our life is 'unique' and is great entertainment...hopefully.  3)  God has taught me tough and difficult lessons in some unreally, difficult situations, and all of us can learn.  4)  It'll be unique to see someone actually go through the process of living.  I love hearing people's stories, whether it's a Cuban talking about his home country or someone telling me of how they used to party and live in 'Old Miami'.  I absolutely love it.  Fin of conversation.

Another thing I have learned is that, how should I say this, my Mom once told me that "you aren't made for everybody".  Now me in my conceited ways, at times are like, how in the world could you turn down an opprotunity to be a part of our lifestyle? In many ways, its the ultimate, and I know in my heart that it's special and will never be anything like this again...and we haven't even gotten rollin' yet.  But, as I've once said, "everybody doesn't like apples, some like oranges...".  Which is so true...I'm starting to grasp who I'm becoming as a person, and as I just read a post from a fellow blogger (girl, u can write), it's not worth settling just because or on gp. That doesn't just go for relationships, but jobs or overall living.  Don't just go to Mickey D's everyday, or even if you do, what about trying the one across the other side of town.  I'm talking to myself on this, cuz in some ways I have a routine type of life (which I DESPISE with vigor, I love doing stuff different)....quick story, did---you---know  that I once knew EVERY single Burger King in the Rockford, Illinois metropolitan area.  When I say know...boy, I knew which one served the best food, which one charged for condiments (25 cents for Catsup, man, please!), and my favorite tidbit, I knew which location when you ordered large tator tots for breakfast, actually gave you King Size ones.  Boy, I was giddy about that secret.  May be the same, but it isn't...hummm.

Another thing, I'm just getting over like an old girlfriend...sometimes I feel like Screech chasing after Lisa on, Saved By The Bell, but as someone just mentioned this week, stop comparing yourself to somebody else.  Oh, how he was preaching to me on this.  I live in one of the, depending who you talk to, coolest, plastic, fake, beautiful, sexy places and neighborhoods in the world, where looks can be deceiving.  Cats are looking at what they are driving, how often they party, what type of restaurant is the hottest at the time  (why would I spend $9 for a turkey burger, when I can get a 8 pack of Big Bubba Turkey burgers for $7.99 which is like a dollar a burger...duh!!!)  But we all are guilty of like, this girl is married or has a man, there must be something wrong with me.  Or how come he can go out and stay our all night, when I have to go to sleep early and wake up early, life cannot be fair.  I disown the notion that everything that happens to you, you bring to yourself, because I really believe the God allows things to happen so you can grow, and so that you can learn.  It's like would you rather feel good for 6 months or feel good for 6 years.  Fin on that topic as well.

I'm determined to share my life story as we reach the top.  Is there even a such thing??  I read autobiographies like crazy, but they aren't real time.  They are after the fact?  I wanna know how people feel while they are going through tough times, can they even talk still after losing points on Wall Street?  Or after a tough breakup?  Or after failing a test that you thought u aced?....hopefully, they weren't like me in which when the professor gave out the test you just started to laugh cuz you knew you wasn't gonna pass this one, so you try to occupy urself for about an hour, til someone gets up and puts the test on the professor's desk, and you get up like, "bam!", walk out the room, shaking their head, and wonder what you gonna eat for dinner!  Am I the only one who's done that!!  This is so real it's scary...but it's all about having fun.  Today, woke me up outta my slumber and sleep.  Its a moment by moment thang (boy I sound like a recovered patient), but I starting to grasp what my life entails.  I still wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.  And I only get one of them.  So, might as well enjoy the unexpected, share lessons and stories untold.  One day our life with be told like a paint-by-numbers coloring book.

Which would be only fitting because, I do have the ultimate cartoon life.
Austino Galaxia the 1st.