5 Things

 5. It's time to let sh*tty people in my life go. Negativity isn't something that we can always control, but we can control who we keep in our lives if they're always negative.

4. I'm about 85% sure that Darryl is eating it in the Season Finale this Sunday. He's been away from the group, hanging out way too much with Erin (sp?), and Norman Reedus has got a lot going on outside of The Dead lately. If it isn't him, it's either Maggie or Carol. Prepare yourselves.

3. This whole "call people out on BS  and not always be the nice guy" resolution thing has made me feel a lot better about myself in general. After all, why should I expect anything less from the people I care about, than what I give?

2. I need new ear phones. Or buds. Suggestions?

1. Hopefully this will be the Summer of my first EP. I'm dying to shake off the rust and get back behind the mic.

I know those thoughts

They dance around your head

They sit on the edge of your tongue

They creep up to your lips

You press them tightly

In the fear that they may spill up

Spill out

Spill over

For one spill in

[Perhaps twice]

It could

[came close]

It won't

It can't

[will not say]

[cannot say]

[you won't]

[but I know]

Respect.

I try my best to be the hardest worker in the room. I'm not perfect. There are days when I could give fifteen flying f_cks less about people. Even on those days, I care. I treat people equally. I expect respect because I give respect right back. That being said, I received a grim reminder earlier tonight: the definition of the word "respect" has, and will probably always be, contorted, in many ways.

I have a tendency of treating everyone in my workplace; from the cleaning crew to the ushers, part time people to full time people, employees to upper management, like family. It's a characteristic that has been instilled into me from birth, & that has carried into nearly my entire professional career. Not out of necessity, but out of nature. I shake hands, I place my hands on shoulders, I pat backs. It's what I do when I'm comfortable with those around me, particularly with people whom I spend more time than my actual family. In my experience, it's also helped to serve as something that says "I'm alright", "you can talk to me", "I respect you".

Not in this case.

I was told that I was not "equal" to certain individuals, that I am not "one of them", therefore I should treat them with "respect", by not showing such gestures. Because everyone in my environment should "know their place".

Know. My place. Three years doing this, and apparently, I not only haven't really earned my place, but I also don't even really know what my place is.

If "respect" means that I am expected to fear someone who, like me, laughs, cries, breathes, eats, sh_ts, pisses, dies, & will be judged by the only being who should be feared out of respect when this life is over; simply because they have a larger bank account than I, then I guess I don't know what respect is. Because I fear no man.
But I do respect those men & women who have a higher position than me professionally, and still do not allow that earthly power to get to their heads.

Fear does not equal respect. But fear can lead to a lack of respect. Even worse, it could lead to a bad reputation. And let's face it: nobody really wants to associate themselves with individuals who have a bad reputation. Not just professionally, but in life.

Respect:
a feeling or understanding that someone or something is important, serious, etc., and should be treated in an appropriate way

Fear:
to be afraid of (something or someone)
to expect or worry about
(something bad or unpleasant)

After having such an unpleasant experience, I fear that I may have lost respect for some people.

Fifty Shades Of Confirmation Or: A Brief But To The Point Open Letter To Women

Tonight's shout out goes to the Fifty Shades novels, and the inevitable Fifty Shades sequels to the upcoming first film, for finally confirming what myself, as well as many other men have already known for quite some time now:

Try as you may to hide beneath a pristine, well kept, upright, respectable, delightfully scented, and overall pleasant veil; you women are more dark, secretive, carnal, twisted, dirty, and perverse creatures, than men will ever be.

Might be why we love you so.

Respectfully with a hand unbuttoning your blouse,

-Christopher Not Grey Cintron

#Ignorance #Hypocrisy #Glasshouse

There are some among us who seem to think that, because of their high level of intellect, of their ability to be a "problem solver", to be able to lead a group, that they themselves are incapable of needing advice or, even worse, taking their own.
Within the past seven hundred and thirty some odd days, several key events took place in my life, many that had been caused by myself, as well as several other key individuals within my circle at the time. Many of these events were not the easiest to endure. Many of the connections between the key individuals were either damaged greatly, or altogether severed. I cannot say that I am joyed over that fact. However, I also cannot say that said key events weren't absolutely necessary in order for all of us to reach the point that we are at currently.
There was an attempt or two by some of those involved to mend connections; to reconcile differences, to grow and to move forward. I myself have been among both the attempters and the "attemptees", if you will.  Surprisingly, yet, not so surprisingly, not everyone acquiesced. Rather, they seem to have made up their mind about only considering themselves, not doing so much as even trying to listen to what the other party has to say, or to consider the emotions, thoughts, feelings, or experiences that only they know about. It was an opportunity to reenforce something that should have held together much stronger than it actually did. It is a shame, and the most I can do is pray for them, and for mine. As the title of this entry suggests, I do have my opinions about the ones who are too proud to see more than just one side of a story. Better yet, who are too proud to put the past aside and forgive, regardless of who the guilty party is. But I'm sure those aren't terms that they're not already familiar with. If it quacks like a duck...

Cintron's Holiday Movie Review: Happy Christmas

See it because:
-That baby is the best baby EVER
-There is something very real & relatable about the interaction between the characters
-That sweet Aussie accent

Skip it because:
-You might not care about a documentary-styled indie film about in-law chemistry that is over very quickly by not allowing itself to fall into typical Holiday movie clichés

Thankful

My God
My wife
My family
My friends
My health
My job
My coworkers
My guests
My sense of humor
My finances
My enemies
My quirks
My flaws
My lusts
My ambitions
My doubts
My holiday weight
My home
My unfinished songs
My freedom
My imagination
My braces
My car
My phone
My TV
My PS3
My guitars
My laptop
My clothes
My food
My sadness
My fears
My anxiety
My laziness
My punctuality
My words
My knowledge
My lack thereof
My new family
My hearing
My sight
My fingers
My toes
My arms
My legs
My bald head
My awesome beard
My past
My present
My future
My city
My state
My country
My music
My perseverance
My benevolence
My sleep
My self
My lunch breaks
My wife's cooking
My wife's loving
My fights
My ups
My downs
My wrinkles
My white hairs
My stretch marks
My voice
My flow
My mic
My blog
My yesterday
My today
My tomorrow
My journey
My next journey when this one ends
My beginning