Sliding Doors

This was written by Persephanie, seems strangely similar to my plight right about now. I told her that, but not the exact details of everything. Well tell me what you think. This was originally posted on myspace.

You might be wondering what I meant by "sliding doors". There are many times in a person's life where one ponders on the idea of the "What ifs". What if the south won in the Civil War? What if Kerry won against Bush? What if you break up? What if you don't get into the college of your dreams? What if something happens beyond your control, and you aren't prepared for it? There are endless "what ifs" in a person's lifetime, but how do we handle them?

Recently, something has made me think of the sliding door metaphor. The door can open one way or the other, yet I have no choice in the situation. I become the spectator, observing my life transforming while my feet are cemented into the floor not allowing me to make any moves. However, despite the fact that we can't see what the future holds for us, we can do one thing: keep our chin up.

I know this is corny, but we cannot give up, we cannot stop fighting the good fight, we cannot let the "what ifs" bring us down. Never. Keep on smiling, laughing, and living. The worst thing in life is allowing something or someone kick us so hard in the ass that it kills the inside of our hearts, minds, and souls. Like I say, I'm no superman and I can't do this all on my own, but hell, I'm going to try my damned best to win, whether it's the war or just a small battle. And the battle can just be proving the world that you've got what it takes to stay on your feet.

Potent Quotables

I'm a quotes kind of guy, so when I see a quote I like I quickly find it and jot it down and come type it in to a file somewhere that I keep, most of these are on my face book, but there are too many to fit. So I give you most of my quotes (some are kind of lame, but oh well.)

"I don't think that much puss is every a good sign...oh yes please, describe it again."—Lorne (on the phone)

"I'm fibbing, its like like lying only classier."—Gwen Radien

"Um, not a sidekick."—Charles Gunn

"It kinda looks like art, huh? I call it ‘Takes More Than That to Kill Me, Punk.’ Punk is what makes it art."—Charles Gunn

"Let them fight the good fight, someone has to fight the war."—Angel

"Michael needs Chlamydia..."—Matt

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot?
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."—Alexander Pope

"Oh come on Barbie, are you a real doctor, or a doctor like Dr. Pepper."—Dr. Cox

"Ah Perry, you're so edgy and cantancorous, you're like House without the limp."—Dr. Kelso

"I start fightin' a war, I guarantee, you'll see somethin' new."—Capt Malcom Reynolds

"Lady, people aren’t chocolates. Do you know what they are mostly? Bastard coated bastards with bastard filling, but I don’t find them half as annoying as I find naïve bobble headed optimist that walk around vomiting sunshine."—Dr. Cox

anon: I've been trying to make tissue babies for fifteen years.



me: Fifteen years? you would have been six



anon: yeah, I went years without any success, then i hit thirteen and finally a breakthrough!

"This is ridiculous. The first assassin kills the second assassin sent to kill the first assassin, who didn't assassinate anyone until we hired the second assassin to assassinate the first assassin."—Random Guy

"Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!"—Samuel L. Jackson

"My world view allows for winged lizards that are not dragons."—Tycho

"Truth is, this is a bullet that was fired about eight years ago. It's a magic bullet that's been going round and round, and right now it seems poised to hit me right in the back of the head. But maybe the question is not who fired this magic bullet, but whether or not it was a lone gunman."—Mulder

"What I know is I started drinking the moment that I found out that a girl I loved was gonna die. Every time I get to the bottom of the glass, I hope that that last drop is gonna take me with it."—Lorne (angel)

"In my time, nightmares walked among us, walked and danced, skewering victims in plain sight, laying their fears and worst desires out for everyone to see. This—to make us laugh. And now nightmares are trapped inside the heads of humans—pitiful echoes of themselves. I wonder whom they angered so to merit such a fate."—Illyria

"Is everyone here very stoned?"—Spike

Inara Serra: Mal, what are you doing here?



Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: You invited me.



Inara Serra: I never thought for a second you'd be stupid enough to come!



Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Well that makes you a tease.

"Life... is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. You're stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while, there's a peanut butter cup, or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast, the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits, filled with hardened jelly and teeth-crunching nuts, and if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left is a... is an empty box... filled with useless, brown paper wrappers."—The Cigarette Smoking Man

The Operative: Are you willing to die for your beliefs?



Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: I am...'Course, that ain't exactly plan A.