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Gotta Get Out..

by Taylor Barclay on 09 Nov 2009 12:47 PM

You ever been.. ah forget it. I always start my never-to-be-finished posts with a rhetorical question. Well shoes<- (inside joke), it’s time for a change. I’m gonna fly by the seat of my slim fit jeans on this one.
 
Everyone goes through those big changes in their life. Some people say they come every seven years. The closest big change that came for me in the seven year increments section was when I turned 8 years old and no longer ran and jumped on my bed for the fear of Chucky the doll getting me from under my bed. And everybody knows what teenage boys learn.
 
Well I think my next big change is here. Why do I feel the need to blog about it? I don’t really. I just do it for fun, sometimes I get a laugh out of these posts. I hope you get a few also, that’s what these are about anyways [/digression].
 
Anyways, after the failure of my high school brainfart (rhymes with sweetheart, thought it was cleverly immature) relationship I began to take an interest in things that were put on the backburner during it. Things such as my love for music arose once again, my obsession with pop culture, and my social life has began to bolster again also. I started studying up on a few social science books and things went from there.
 
I realized how much music and the people you hang out with can really affect you and your mindstate. When I was depressed a few months back I literally severed ties with all my friends. I pretty much locked myself away in this box where I listened to Radiohead (good music, but serious downer vibe) and focused on fixing a failed relationship. Almost like looking at the sun knowing you’re going to go blind but not giving a funk about your eyesight.
 
Now I see the people that are inside those boxes everyday. I talk to them, but I don’t always connect with them. That’s because they are living in those same boxes, trapped. The only reason they stay in them is because of the security it brings. [rhetorical question] What’s your box? [/rhetorical question].
 
At some point you can flush yourself down the toilet or you can step out of your comfort zone and do your thing. I’ve been so far out of my comfort zone lately that it’s insane. I can’t say everything that I’ve been doing but try this for yourself: Go to a supermarket. Every person that walks past you, be it old woman or young boy, say hi. That’s it. You might be shocked at some of the results that simple hi with a confident smile can convey.
 
Anyways, I’m listening to Shwayze – Gotta Go. I’m about to jam out of here, pull yourself out of your comfort zone people. Get uncomfortable, have adventures. Say hello to that cute girl instead of telling your buddies about how big her boobs were while sitting there playing Halo.
 
The quality of your life is a direct result of your outlook on it.
 
Gotta go.. gotta go.. gotta go.. gotta go gotta go gotta go gotta get out..



2 Comments for Gotta Get Out..

Administrator (NFX)
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17 Nov 2009 03:53 PM

Amen.

Life is like a balloon. When you first get a balloon it's not easy to fill with air. The more times you fill the balloon and let it go and fly around the room in a crazy pattern, the easier it is to fill with air.

Life is like that. The more you push your boundaries and comfort zone, the more life you experience, the easier living becomes. What once seemed like big obstacles, get smaller. The only way to win the game of life is to know you have experienced it fully.
lucas572
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13 Dec 2009 12:07 PM
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love the post man, your blog always seems so relevent, keep it up
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