mistakes and mindsets.

i drank too much wine last night and stayed up way too late. i also ate a bag of chips and jerked off. not very productive and not disciplined at all.

i woke up tired and groggy and my body is in it’s usual pain. i’ve stopped taking my adderall much to the chagrin of my doctors but the side effects far outweigh the benefits. pounding head and, more importantly, my inability to sleep have, once again, stopped me from continuing with my meds. so tired and groggy but also noticing a pattern of helplessness and negativity in the mornings. this could be due to my daily drinking and lack of stable work. lack of stability period.

this year has been tough on me both physically and mentally. i had unsuccessful knee surgery in january which never did solve my knee issues and the pain and the swelling in my right knee has now put my whole alignment out of whack. now there is pain in other areas of my body. months of tests and bloodwork have revealed very little aside from a small hernia that isn’t serious at the moment. no arthritis. no gout. no auto-immune disorder. just a painful body and an unresolved knee issue. i had an appointment with a top knee surgeon scheduled for friday but i booked a tiny part in a popular tv series on the same day. such is my life as a man without a real job nor a real career. the struggle is real.

today i worked construction for half a day then drove down to the film studio for a wardrobe fitting and then sat in bumper to bumper traffic on my two hour drive home. i had a great and inspiring conversation with a good friend of mine who is also a great artist. we spoke about our struggles both mentally and financially but also spoke about our potential and our lack of positive mentors growing up.

I REALLY AM TRYING TO BETTER MY LIFE.

i am consumed with mindsets.

i have struggled in life and continue to struggle.

i have made many mistakes and made some very poor decisions.

but i have also lived a great life filled with great fun and great friends and i have a beautiful daughter and a beautiful wife who are all part of the struggle. part of the journey.

anxiety is real for me.

i am ready to learn and grow and i will run again and i will open up and find me again.

LOVE WITH ALL OF MY HEART.

i am not drinking tonight.

fast and furious.

my vision is back (sort of) and my headaches are gone, temporarily, and i am awake and in dire need of changing my mindset.

STOP THE SABOTAGE.

STOP THE SELF DOUBT.

STOP THE PEOPLE PLEASING.

i am tired but have to wake up.

WORK.

WORK.

WORK.

struggle.

struggle.

struggle.

i don’t even want to write right now but i must stay focused and must stay disciplined.

i had crazy but good dreams last night.

paying homage to my soccer days at durham college. fun times with fun friends. the possibilities seemed endless and life was all ahead of me.

now as i write this love letter i am tired, beaten down, beaten up, sore, and broke.

what happened?

where did i go wrong doctor?

who did i follow? god?

who did i follow? mom?

who did i follow? friends?

who did i follow? psychotherapists?

never trusting my gut and never believing in myself, i looked outwardly for the answers and the answers were many. too many to decipher. too many answers equals too much confusion. unable to process. unable to move.

PILLS…ARE YOU WORKING???

make one clear decision.

take one clear action.

ACTIONS AND REACTIONS.

FIGHT OR FLIGHT.

TRUST.

TRUST.

TRUST.

TRUST MYSELF AND GO.

is israel the new german nazi’s?

is anyone questioning their actions?

can we NOT have an opinion on this devastation?

media bias and bias equals lies.

lies and deception.

always lies and deception.

open sesame.

another year whizzing by in a life that is whizzing by. still searching for a career and still searching for confidence.

god…where are you?

people continue to suffer in needless wars started by needless people.

loved ones continue to get diseases and deteriorate. we all wish we had more time to spend with our sick and dying loved ones but it is, now, too late. we are creatures of habit. barely living in the moment and always chasing happiness and chasing “quick fixes”.

love.

be open to love.

breathe love.

open and see.

open and feel.

open and cry.

open and laugh.

open and smile.

do these drugs stop me from feeling?

what are we running from?

what are we chasing?

what are we fighting?

who are we following?

who makes the rules?

who decides what is good and what is bad?

no drugs today. i want to feel.

stomach grumbling but there are bigger issues in the world.

we worry about economy more that humanity.

economy.

border patrol.

immigration.

no mention of extreme poverty.

no mention of extreme murder.

no mention of senseless wars and senseless deaths.

why are we such sheep?

why do i watch cnn and see one way of reporting and then i switch to fox see another way of reporting with completely opposite facts from cnn?

same topic.

both say, “factual” and nobody bothers to fact check or the fact checks do not seem to matter.

trump’s whole campaign is built on lies and attacks. his disciples double down on his lies and attacks.

DO WE WANT THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOUR IN OUR WORLD?

FUCK THESE MAGGOTS.

MAGA MAGGOTS WITH LITTLE DICKS AND LITTLE BRAINS. HEARTS FLOATING BEHIND THEIR ENLARGED PROSTATES AND ENLARGED EGO’S.

just go away.

please.

pretty please.

pretty please with cherries on top.

i bought toilet paper today.

the meds were working great and now they’re not. my head is pounding daily and i can’t sleep. what good is focus if you are too tired to do anything with that focus?

dogs barking.

cars starting.

cars honking.

loud mufflers and loud dogs.

is that dog choking?

does anyone care that the dog outside sounds like it’s choking?

no and i now i hear two dogs barking and choking.

maybe they are having sex.

when do dogs have sex?

babies now crying.

what to do about my meds situation?

what to do about my meds situation?

murphy on edge.

murphy on high alert?

a coffee table full of meds and a floor full of self help books and i need to wake up from my afternoon nap and go to the gym or walk my dog.

i had a shower yesterday so i don’t need one today but if i go to the gym then i can have a steam and a shower.

it is 2pm.

it is sunny.

i am tired and bored.

i am always tired and bored.

what makes me happy i do not really know.

i love my daughter.

i love my wife.

i love my dog.

i love my mom.

i love my brother.

i love my friends.

i bought toilet paper today.

we, completely, ran out this morning.

head still pounding.

what makes me happy?

what makes me happy?

what makes me happy?

the loud noises of the suburbs are annoying.

CARS.

TRUCKS.

DOGS.

KIDS.

PLANES.

LAWN MOWERS.

CAR ALARMS.

RECESS BELLS.

SIRENS.

HAMMERING WALLS.

BOUNCING BALLS.

SCREAMING DOLLS.

SHITTY MALLS.

SUBURBAN SPRAWLS.

AND THAT’S NOT ALL’S.

fucking falls and pinballs.

life…take a deep breath.

strokes of shame.

another bank notice.

another parking ticket.

morning routine going well.

i go to bed with confidence.

i wake up with worry.

grinding away in jobs that don’t excite me.

booking acting gigs that don’t excite me.

auditions that don’t inspire me.

what is wrong with me?

I

I

I

too many “I’s” and not enough “WE’S”.

human connection is lacking and it is hurting me and i am sure it is hurting others.

today is another new day to start living with inspiration. start living with purpose. start living with passion. start living with fun.

CREATE DON’T WASTE.

wasted time and wasted opportunities.

i didn’t jerk off yesterday.

small victories in a sad life.

“don’t be sad johnny. be happy. don’t worry be happy.”

“why is your hand stroking my penis?”

“SHUT UP AND DON’T SAY ANYTHING!!!”

“you just drove by my house.”

“WE GO ON A LITTLE DRIVE. BIG. YOU BIG.”

“THANKS.”

STROKE.

STROKE.

STROKE.

explosion of white juice into my shorts and on his hand. the old greek man’s hand.

“JOHNNY WHY YOU GO SO FAST??? WHY YO GO SO FAST? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOYU? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU ARE DISGUSTING!!!”

“i’m sorry.”

i open the car door and walk home to an empty house.

i had an orgasm fifteen minutes earlier and now i sit in shame.

DON’T WORRY BE HAPPY.