why are we so sad and so dull?

great sleep. two beers. two glasses of wine. sleeping pills. anxiety pills. want to get off the meds. who needs them? what are they good for? do they help in any way? mind is somewhat foggy but maybe I need to accept that. write about that. our mental health resources in Canada are atrocious. we are all, basically, left to fend for ourselves and society hopes that our issues all just go away. WELL FUCK THEM!!! THEM sending our society into wars, poverty, dullness, rapes, murders, debt. sick leaders and sick governments with sick rules and a sick society. why do we allow such useless bores to rule us? are we that dumb or that complacent or both?

we work. shit. work some more. drink bad beer. talk about useless things. follow useless rules. listen to useless bores speaking useless thoughts. useless lives leading other useless lives. rich. poor. debt ridden. big empty houses with big empty hearts and big shallow souls. what have we become? where are we going?

there are still wars raging with many innocent lives lost. and we all accept it.

still big banks with big bucks and big egos fucking everyone over except the big guy with the big cigar. and we all accept it.

big dull corporations offering big dull products becoming bigger and wealthier while the little man with little products and little ego gets left behind and buried under their broken down homes and broken down system. and we all accept it.

why do people go to mcdonalds when there are so many better burger joints around?

why do people watch such shitty tv when there are so many better shows and better films around?

peasants.

maggots.

bores.

sheep.

rule followers.

fake and phony.

phony and fake.

fake tits.

fake hair.

fake eyelashes.

fake lips.

fake smiles.

fake teeth.

why do we applaud this?

hello?

answer me. please.

1985.

another crappy sleep last night. up at 4am but never in a deep sleep. tossing and turning and then tossing and turning some more. the new adhd meds (stimulants) are fantastic but they have hurt my sleep. the non stimulants were great for sleep but also great for sleeping when i wanted to be awake.

another day gone and another day of almost nothingness. work. coffee. dog walk. coffee. lunch. audition and then physio. dinner and now a beer plus some meditation. in a great mood today even with the lack of sleep.

i wonder why wars and killings have become so normalized?

i wonder if trudeau is as bad as many people say he is?

i wonder if it is true that he is raising the carbon tax on april 1st and if he is why isn’t there more of an uproar? perhaps an uprising.

will pollievre be any better?

will he really bring in more homes which will make homes more affordable?

will he really put more money in our pockets?

will he really make our lives better?

what has trudeau done that has been good for our country as a whole?

what has trudeau done that has been bad for our country as a whole?

is ford good?

has he made our province better? and better for who?

has social media made our society worse?

do you tube influencers actually influence anybody? and if you are influenced by one of them shouldn’t you seek immediate help? perhaps a psychiatrist or a psychotherapist would serve you better.

do people exercise everyday?

do people read everyday?

do people meditate everyday?

do people connect everyday?

do people laugh everyday?

is there enough money in the world to stop world hunger?

if so, why haven’t we stopped it?

will there come a time when school is no longer needed?

can we not learn everything we need from the internet and reading books on our own?

why do we need to take math? we have calculators.

do people still listen to music on the radio?

my wife was sick and now she is getting better and i am starting to feel sick.

do kids not play outside anymore?

gym should be mandatory.

we should all try and be as healthy as we possibly can.

i look forward to my morning exercise.

i love running. i love running on the trails.

i am bored still.

always bored.

i love human connection and i love stories.

it is always cold in our house.

i was sexually molested by an older man once. i allowed it. it was after lining up for bruce springsteen tickets back in 1985. i got the tickets. hitchiked home. got picked up by an older man. he stroked my penis. i ejaculated and then he dropped me off at my house. he was mad that i “came” too quickly. i said sorry and then left his car. my dad died eight years earlier. after i was molested i fucked many girls and got into many fights. i was angry and lost. hurting inside. lost. confused. i also played in the canada games later that summer for ontario. 1985. eighteen years old.

the springsteen concert was great. lots of fun. drunken debauchery and great music. i got arrested later that year for assaulting a mcdonald’s manager after he was trying to kick my friends and i out of the establishment for being too drunk and obnoxious. i told him to keep his hands off me or i would beat on him. he said he would call the cops and we left.

the next day the cops called me down to the station and said that i had nothing to worry about. i went down to the station and they fingerprinted me. assault and public mischief charges. i told the cops that i never laid a finger on the manager and they said that it didn’t matter. i threatened him which, according to the law, is assault.

it was a tough year.

1985.

turned 18.

got molested.

played in the canada games.

got drunk. fucked lots of girls.

got in many fights.

and then got arrested.

my life was beginning to take shape.

DAD CAN YOU SEE ME?

don’t listen to the experts.

just got home from working two jobs and it is 8pm. i started my first job at 4am. i have no money. no excitement. no trips planned. no elaborate dinners and no pension. i am almost fifty-seven years old and I have less money now than when I was thirty-six. i am tired. i am sore. i am bored. i am old. i am lost. always lost. always bored. always hoping for a new day to save me from the last day but the new day always ends up being the same as all the other days. miraculously i am not depressed nor am i anxious. i have adhd and, possibly, ptsd and hints of bipolar disorder but i have accepted these impediments unlike most of society. i have accepted them and accepted our lack of resources for anyone who suffers with mental health issues. i don’t want to sit at a desk anyway and i don’t want to wear a name tag. i don’t want to shave and i don’t want to wear a suit. i don’t want to have sales goals to reach and i don’t want to go to company christmas parties. i don’t want to wear fake clothes and i don’t want to have a fake smile. i don’t want fake conversations and i don’t want to sit in any more GODDAM BORING SALES MEETINGS LEAD BY SHITTY MANAGERS WHO OFFER UP NOTHING BUT STATUS QUO QUOTES AND STATUS QUO INSPIRATIONAL SPEECHES. i like free beer and free wine. but if someone gives me a free bud or a free molson canadian i won’t drink it. i am not an alcoholic but i have been called one many times. i have also been called a pig. i have been called troubled and i have also been called funny and strange. i think i am a good guy with a big heart and a big soul but not everyone will agree with me. i watch lesser people get ahead and lesser people get jobs that i should have gotten. i have watched lesser people win awards and lesser people get rich. i don’t know why. it is NOT from my lack of effort nor is it from my lack of intelligence. i get bored in boring jobs and most of the jobs i have had over the years have been boring. i have read numerous self help books and seen numerous psychotherapists. i have taken many pills and i have listened to many experts on life. my windshield was broken the other day. i was driving at a normal speed on a normal road when a normal dump truck passed me and unloaded various rocks and pebbles from his truck. of course one hit my car and now i need to spend 500 dollars to fix the windshield when i don’t have 500 dollars to fix it. i also don’t have money to pay off my telus bill. i work three jobs and have very little money. i don’t watch shitty tv nor do i listen to shitty music. i am doing my best to avoid eating shitty food and i had knee surgery 8 weeks ago. my knee is still swollen but i am exercising again which brings me joy. i want to visit portugal and i want to go to new york city. i want to live forever but i know that won’t happen. i will miss my daughter when i die. i wished we never had to die. we spend our whole lives with people and then, one day, they are gone…forever…my feet are sore. i continue to work and i try to continue to love. i also continue to exercise. the acting industry bores me. i chose the wrong career. choices we make when we are younger can come back to bite us hard and bite us relentlessly. am i the only one who feels this way? i wish more people were honest and more people were vulnerable. i wish we still had strong communities and strong families but the chase for money or the need to work to survive has lessened community and lessened family get togethers.

there are horrific wars going on and horrific acts of violence. do the politicians care for human life?

sick.

sad.

lost.

alive.

passionate (used to be?)

bored.

bored.

bored.

i love real people and real conversations and i wished we all got along.

money.

money.

money.

time.

time.

time.

go.

go.

go.

don’t listen to the experts. they are wrong.

listen to your gut and listen to the birds chirping outside.

i got a sunburn today. march 13th.

time for bed.

tomorrow is a new day.

#hope.

time flies when you’re bored.

tired. woke up tired. one bottle of wine and one beer last night. not sure what time I went to bed. seem tired. seem bald. i am bald. really bald. really tired. need to cut my hair. need a performance coach.

NEED TO CONQUER MY FEARS

NEED TO CONQUER MY ANXIETIES.

how does one conquer his fears?

how does one conquer his anxieties?

how does one conquer his phobias?

how does one stop caring about pleasing people?

how does one stop people pleasing?

INNER WORK.

INNER WORK.

INNER WORK.

constantly doing inner work.

keep going.

keep persevering.

PERSEVERANCE.

RESILIENCE.

STAY HARD…STRIKE THAT. STAY SOFT AND FUCK “STAY HARD”.

do manifestations work?

be committed to doing the work.

MY WAY.

GET OUT OF MY OWN WAY.

write.

blog.

vlog.

youtube.

podcast.

films.

my films.

growth mindset.

learn and grow.

fuck the system.

engage in activities that move me.

engage in activities that shake me.

engage in activities that touch my heart and touch my soul.

WHAT DO I WANT?

WHAT DO I WANT?

WHAT DO I WANT?

so much boredom.

so little time.

time flies when you’re bored and you don’t know what you want.

offer more.

fight the system. fight the ideas. fight the dull opinions from dull people in dull jobs. social justice warriors becoming comical. fighting for such little issues while major issues go unnoticed. people loving the sound of their own voice while sitting on top of their own pedestal. leave the peasants alone and create. create art that matters. create art that challenges people. challenges systems. challenges opinions. such boredom in our entertainment industry. such a fake industry with fake product and fake people with fake opinions.

focus on myself and connect with other artists. create and fight. fight and conquer.

FUCK EVERYONE AND FUCK THEM HARD.

the majority of people are asleep and follow dumb rules made up by old rich dull people.

GO.

GO.

GO.

be better than what is out there.

be better.

offer more.

have an opinion.

have convictions.

mastery in my own way.

daily routines.

daily writing.

daily running.

daily vlogging.

daily connecting with other filmmakers.

daily ideas.

daily goal setting.

daily actions.

do not be another phony.