U N L O A D E D

In my previous post I wrote of my frustrations with where I was in life and if happiness can be achieved by a change of environment. The feedback from you was great and many of you felt that if you were to go someplace else your problems would remain because it's what's going on inside that makes all the difference.

I had said that it seems to be a little bit of both. I think the environment we are in can alter our mindset and our mindset can alter the environment. It's a give and take thing, really. I've been wrestling with all sorts of things that can get me to where I'd like to be and if not get me there, bring me closer. I think when you're not happy you can actually grow comfortable with the unhappiness provided it's a low level of it. This begrudging sense of dissatisfaction actually becomes a comfort zone. This comfort zone locks you in place and you're rudderless. Lost at sea or floating through space. Things are not the best nor are they the worst but you compromise, you accept. You think this is as good as it gets. Taking a risk on something you want, making a sacrifice to get closer to a goal becomes much harder than it ever was. It becomes utterly frightening.

The Fear Factor

You're able to put food on the table, pay the bills, you're employed at a job you don't care for but you can bare it. You think, "Hey, it could always be worse." You use it to stay where you are. You float through life but you keep it comfortable. Easy, predictable. Life throws enough surprises without you pouring gasoline on the fire.

There's that other exciting life waiting out there but the path to get there is unknown. "What if I fall flat on my ass and can't get up from it?" This is a natural fear. I equate it to the same instincts that keep us from sticking our hand into an open flame or sticking our tongue into an electrical socket. It's a survival drive. We protect ourselves from harm and the risk of being harmed. But what happens when you become so comfortable with being unhappy that you turn your back from opportunity?

Opportunity to me is risk. Risk equals reward or loss. The loss part hurts and the pain of a potential and unknown loss is still worse than the loss we feel everyday from playing it safe.

Finding Something More

I think many of us, including myself, have lost a sense of purpose amidst the daily bump and grind of our lives. I think finding a sense of purpose is what will embolden many of us to take that next step and break out of the mundane. But finding that purpose, what your are great at, what you do better than most, is a hard thing to pin down for many. We all have our gifts and talents. We all have our passions which we are afraid to indulge in and pursue because it rocks the boat. We think about it on many a sleepless night or on the way to work or when we're alone. Yet each day that passes, we do nothing or very little about it. Why? Because we are afraid of what's around the corner. We lose control, we face defeat. But maybe the defeat is in accepting the mundane and not taking the risk. Maybe losing the gamble to shake things up isn't a loss at all. Maybe it's an enriching experience that sets us up for a new adventure with new places, new faces and new problems with new rewards. Maybe that is the spice of life.

The Answers are in the Beginning of Buck Rogers

For some reason I was thinking about all the old shows I used to watch on TV when I was a kid and I remembered a show I loved called Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. The character of Buck Rogers has been around since the 1920's but it was revived in the late 70's as a TV show. But before it was a show, it was a movie. And in that movie the Buck Rogers theme song had lyrics. The one in the shows opening did not but there were some episodes where the version with the lyrics played during the closing credits if I recall. Fanboys correct me if I'm wrong.

ANYWAY....the song is called Suspension and is very corn ball and AWFUL in the 70's sense, but fitting to this post and my feelings about things right now. (be warned it's not just cheesy, it government cheese)

Buck is piloting a spacecraft (Ranger 3) back in 1987 and something goes wrong with the voyage and his life support systems screw up and he's frozen for 500 years. He is left drifting endlessly through space as you can see at the end of the clip. While totally digging how hot Erin Grey and Pamela Hensley were I thought to myself, "This is as damn good of a metaphor for things as any." Deep my friends, deep. Pass the bong.



Coming up next on U N L O D E D..... Getting away from it all.

With summer here and the temperature rising the mind seems to slide into a much different gear than the norm. Wants and needs become a bit more passionate and aggression becomes a bit more prominent resulting in either getting what you want or an unnecessary fight. While summer should be a time of relaxation and peaceful cohabitation the human drive seems to be amplified especially in terms of sex. Some of my best "stories" have happened during the summer and the energy between myself and the female counterpart in question has always been hotter then the most intense heat wave imaginable.

Words are substituted with glances and smiles. Assertiveness becomes a long deep gaze into the eyes. Acceptance is no longer a "yes" but simply grabbing and taking what you want and devouring. Inhibition is lost within moments as opposed to hours, days or weeks. It's primal, it's real, the hunt is on. What is it about the summer that causes this? Your guess is as good as mine, dear readers, for your fellow blogger has been hunted, preyed upon and loved every moment of it. Perhaps you have as well and loved it just as much as I have. Here's hoping that it happens again before the summer is over.

But summer lust need not involve things that are just canal as much as I love all things pertaining to the subject. Below is a list of other ""triggers" (along with some carnal) that seem to set me into a hunger in the summer time.

Summer Lust Triggers

A quality light coloured beer (not calories) served ice cold. But even a Carona with lime will suffice.

Authentic Italian ice usually made in a small shop in a predominantly Italian neighborhood. Not the lousy store bought kind.

Maria Sharapova. (pictured just below in a very summery white on the tennis court) 'Nuff said.

Any Cold Stone Creamery I pass. I have to run in and order something.

Any attractive woman comfortable showing her long legs in the right summer outfit. Be it the right shorts or a skirt, I will spot them from a mile away and lust for them.

Laying about in the warmth and sun and simply doing nothing.

The right woman in a bikini.

A bikini car wash. Let's face it gentleman, when else will every possible view out of your car be as majestic?

Jumping into a pool.

A nice cool shower, but not too cold.

Snacking on grapes and strawberries or feeding them to the right someone.

Sweating, heaving, breasts. A bit much but I'm a man and hold no regrets over this statement.

Dancing all night with a lovely lady! Working up a sweat while the drink and song flow freely as well as our hands over our bodies. The slight taste of sweat as I kiss her neck and the friction of our bodies coming together. This, my friends, is what I call living.

Sitting back and watching the sunset alone or with the right woman next to me. Preferably with the latter.

Next up on U N L O A D E D.......

Examining the mind and body of the summer huntress.