I’m Popeye the Sailor Man

by Sankinator on January 4, 2013

It’s true that I have large forearms. It’s not from squeezing cans of spinach into the air and catching it in my mouth while holding corncob pipe in my teeth as gravity pulls it back to Earth magically bulging all of my muscles. The reason my forearms are larger than normal is purely genetic. They come in handy when I’m arm wrestling though. However, with carpal tunnel syndrome settling in, my forearm strength has ebbed.

Some of you youngsters might not even know what I’m talking about and that’s ok. It’s just another in a long line of adjustments I’m being force to make as I get older. You crazy kids don’t know what a good cartoon is.

I say “I yam what I yam”, and that won’t change no matter how many shocking self-discoveries I make while self-analyzing every little move I make nowadays. It’s exhausting. popeyeimages

I’ve spouted off about current events, tragedies and small personal victories alike. Some people agree with me and some don’t. That’s all good too. If we all agreed all of the time, our suicide rate wold quadruple due to boredom and social stagnation. Even if I killed my neighbor I’d be killing myself. Get it?

I guess what I’m getting as is this, I’ve begun to finally accept who I am. I’ve been evolving for over 40 years and there’s still much for me to learn, but I think the changing part is finally hitting a plateau.

I’ve made many mistakes and learned from most of them. Some took longer than others, but that’s all part of maturing.

Some lessons however, I will never learn I guess. Like how I shouldn’t eat salty, fatty foods that are loaded with ‘bad for you’ things. I’ve learned to moderate my consumption for the most part, but I still binge now and then. Taco’s are good! Burgers are good! My biggest downfall? Pasta! Oh the Devil be pasta!

Yes, I did get off subject a bit, it happens at my age.

When I say that I’ve begun to accept who I am, I mean ever so slowly. I know this because I still over-analyze everything. Am I a good father, husband, son, friend or co-worker? I want to be.

Am I a nice person in general? That’s where I think I’ve seen the biggest change recently. I’ve always wanted to be liked and wanted. Lately though, I’ve felt an overwhelming need/urge to be a good person to strangers and for no apparent reason other than for self-gratification. You know how it feels when you’ve helped someone and they say “thanks” and that’s the only thanks you need. If not, I strongly suggest you try it sometime. It’s so rewarding.

Anyway, I know I’m basically just rambling on, but this is my blog and I’ll say what I want.

Maybe I’ll be updating more, I don’t really know. These updates/posts come in spurts and there’s really nothing that I know of that can make these a regular occurrence. I wish I know of something that would help to keep my creative juices flowing.

I’ve actually made a New Years Resolution this year. I know I’ve said in the past that my last resolution was to NOT make resolutions any longer, but I’m the only one that can change that and I have. What is my 2013 resolution you ask? It’s to finish writing a story I titled “White Rings”.

I don’t know if I have it in me, but I’m gonna give it one hell of a try. Wish me luck.

That’s all for now.


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