Attack Of The Drama Llama

“The truth is you don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.”~ Eminem

Just about that time when you are about to put everything on cruise control for a few days… that stupid llama finds you in the bedroom window, staring at you while you sleep. And its wanting inside the house.

And then by no fault of anyone, it finds its way inside. Suddenly your everything slowly turns into a nightmare from which you just wished that you would awake.

That’s when you realize that any and all attempts to play the hero and be Superman are going to just fall apart in the process. So you let nature run its course and hold on tight, hoping that it ends soon and the rays of sunshine appear once more sooner than later.

HELP!!!

That’s the way things have been recently, but they seemed to have turned around.

Saturday, the 13th…. NANCY SILVA PROJECT is coming to town and will be playing a show at Dirty Dog Bar. They are playing a show that is a homecoming event for a band called ONE-EYED DOLL who has been touring these last few weeks. The 13th will be the last day of the tour for ONE-EYED DOLL and NANCY SILVA PROJECT is on the bill to help support.

I don’t think that I have to tell you how important this show is for me. I think that throughout previous blog posts where I have talked about Nancy Silva, one can get a sense of where I am coming from with what I am thinking and feeling.

In other words: It doesn’t take a nuclear physicist to figure it out.

Six exact months I have waited for this opportunity. 185 days to today, and then add one more day because I will not see anyone until the 13th… so 186. More than 4,440 hours of waiting will pay off.

As of nearly a week ago though, the drama llama came for a visit and hasn’t left yet.

My sister hit me up to borrow money, which was basically ALL of my spending money for the evening of the show. Now there will be no merchandise bought if there is anything that I want.  No drinks. NOTHING.

Then I busted my only pair of eye glasses on Sunday afternoon. Went into a panic because of the fact that I my vision is horrible and only am near sighted. So unless these bands plan to play while sitting on my lap, this is going to be a disaster if I cannot see.

I had a temporary fix which involved tiny amounts of Super Glue and LARGE amounts of Scotch tape, rigging the frames together to make for one-sided foggy experiences.

I went to the vision center inside Wal-Mart as was suggested. They weren’t any help at all. They didn’t want to talk to me, they didn’t want to help me, they didn’t even want to refer me to a place where I could get a pair of broken glasses fixed. These people were terrible. Then I went go look for GODZILLA on DVD, but Wal-Mart didn’t have it. I was one week too early for them to have it in stock. So ridiculous! Nothing was going right.

Finally, all signs pointed to a frame fixer who claimed that to fix the glasses would be anywhere from $5 all the way up to $60. I was charged $40. Another forty bucks out of my pocket.

But at least I got the glasses fixed, and still taking away from any hope or chance of using that money to do a little self-shopping for band merchandise. I sure would love to add to my collection of NSP t-shirts or other pieces of memorabilia if there is anything to be had.

Am I going to have any money for this show at all?? Will I even have money to get a taxi ride home?

Will I have to skip out on seeing ONE-EYED DOLL for the first time in order to catch a bus home???? The possibilities are endless that its excruciating.

The only thing that I can say at this point is that I am stressed out. I’ve been counting this date for over three months. I remember when I told Nancy Silva that the show was ten weeks (70 days) away. Both of us kind of got a little excited.

Now its just a little more than 24 hours away. The only thing that is certain is that I got my eye glasses fixed. And that I will go to the show. The rest remains a damned mystery.

First world problems and the struggle becomes real. Hooray for me.

Facebook FUBAR

“Hell is more like boredom, or not having enough to do, and too much time to contemplate one’s deficiencies.” ~ Dorothy Gilman

There has got to be an unlimited supply of people who are absolutely bored in life, and on Facebook.

I have not even been back a full 3 days from my journey to Houston and I am ready to go back again, like… NOW!!!!

I would have never imagined the pure drama that awaited me when I got home, the very moment I signed back on to see what my friends, family, and loved ones were up to. Sure, there were some that I was missing because I had no way of communicating with them. And that really was the purpose of me signing back on to Facebook. Just so I can know how others were doing. But now, it has gone wild.

I was informed that “shit hit the fan” while I was away. And it had something to do with my situation of when I was scammed. Apparently, someone else was being scammed but they caught on and now they are fighting back with a fury! Good for them!! I was not directly involved but it was good information to know, on a general level.

Overall, I was happy to hear that people were getting what they deserved. And I was willing to call it a day. But it spreads, and it spreads, and it spreads… with absolutely no end in sight. And I just cannot seem to get away from it.

And it is just not this. It is other things as well.

Everything in life has a beginning and an end. I think that my situation with those who had hurt me either needs to resolve itself soon or just end. Life was not meant to deal with so much drama that it just builds and builds.

Life will be dramatic from time to time. That, I cannot deny. However, I think it all has to do with how we MANAGE the dramatic situations that gets placed before us. It can either control us, or we can control it. I know that with my situation that I’ll never see any money of what it owed to me. At least that’s the chance that is there. If I get it, GREAT!! But by now?? I seriously doubt it. I cannot allow this situation to control me.

Other people should learn how to control their personal drama. And that does not mean dumping it on someone else, which has happened to me before. I think that as far as it goes with Facebook that these people need to be handled in such a way that whenever they are so bored that they cannot find enjoyment in their own lives and want to just make others miserable with personal drama, that they really should be nipped quickly! 

Everyone has their ups and their downs. So whenever someone is down, they should be mature enough to handle it on their own. Or at least find someone to help them through it. But the key action would be to do whatever it takes to END IT.

How can we go on living peacefully and in happiness when all they ever do is bring trouble to others?? We are all not the same. We handle things quite differently. One from the next. But at least do something about it instead of just spreading it. How much peace can we have in our lives if we dive into a pool of back talk, finger-pointing, and all things that lead to negativity? I don’t see how we can.

If I had a vehicle, and I found that I had two flat tires and the gas tank is empty, wouldn’t it make sense to find a way to air the tires and fill the tank again? It would not do me any good to find my vehicle in such a state and then bother every neighbor that I have that my vehicle cannot be driven.

Houston: I am SO ready to return!!! Facebook (in general): Get a grip! Or maybe I need to deactivate it?? 

We all have our problems in our lives. And there’s no sense at all in comparing oranges to apples. Instead of comparing them, why can’t we just take the apples and oranges and make a fruit salad?