Posted in Daily Fire

Those who are hardest to love

Those who are hardest to love, need it the most


This is true, Those who are socially awkward and struggle with human connections also need connection the most.

Absence of these things trigger responses in our brains that heighten our sensitivity to human signals, but this could lead us to overlook or overthink the signals that other people don’t see.

It may lead us to think that someone is a threat, or that we will be judged so we retreat inwards or become a bit awkward.

Leaving us the thing that we crave the most to repel it.

When you see someone and you think my god they are awkward or hard work, Take the time to wonder why is it because they are weird or don’t want your company‚Ķ

Or is it most likely that they want it badly but where they are right now in their heads is kind of awkward?

Take the time when you speak to people, let them come out of their shells slowly once their brain chemistry has perceived you as not a threat.

And you might realise that these weirdos or hard to love people are the most loveable and awesome.

Posted in Daily Fire

The Gap Method

One of the easiest ways to truly get to know someone is to get in a car with them

How to they behave on the road,

Jade Teta calls it ‘The gap method’ (or something like that)

Do they let other drivers merge or do they close the gap so that they can get a little further ahead

Do they shout and swear at other drivers for holding them up, start tailgating and acting like an utter asshole

There’s a good indicator that these behaviours would show up somewhere else in there life

Imagine if your walking down the street with this person and someone walks in front of them and they get right up behind the Walker and start swearing at them

It’s not acceptable on the street, it’s not acceptable in a car

If someone’s not willing to help another driver and let them merge because it may hold them up by 10 seconds

Then are they going to help another progress at work or help you somewhere in your life at the risk of holding themselves up

Probably not

I used to be the road raging asshole, I always ended up stopped at the same traffic lights.

Help one and another

Posted in Poem

The Moon

I’m not from Earth,
I’m from the Moon,
I crash-landed when my rocket ship went boom.

I’m not from round here,
I landed too soon,
I don’t fit in,
I’m immune to this human bullshit
I feel like an outcast,
Like I crash-landed in a Cartoon world
Your all loons,

Yet it’s me who looks loony
Like a goon
These earthlings hide in their Cocoons of Social Media,
I’m not down for this
Wheres Elon Musk
I need a Rocket Ship
I need to get off this Planet
Everyone is on a Ego Trip
In this cyberspace

I’m not from Earth,
I’m from the Moon,
I crash-landed when my rocket ship went boom.

I wanna go back
I’m tired of these Throwbacks
Everyone trying to outpace each other
Yet no one is outpacing themselves
I wanna go back to Outerspace
Back to the moon
It will never be too soon
I feel like a loon from some cartoon
I wanna go back to Outerspace

I’m not from Earth,
I’m from the Moon,
I crash-landed when my rocket ship went boom.

I want to go Home
I look the same as these earthlings
But I have different Chromozones
These earthlings cling to their things,
In hopes, it brings them happiness,
Not satisfied they have flings
but they get as much satisfaction from that as a bee sting.
They want their phones to go bing, bing with notifications
I’m not down for this
Wheres Elon Musk
I need a Rocket Ship

I’m not from Earth,
I’m from the Moon,
I wanna go back
It’ll never be too soon

Posted in Poem

Wild Child

Why don’t we play anymore,
When did our lives become so grey
Fearing another dreaded Monday

We used to play without a thought for the rest of the day
Stop and splash in a puddle, then make a dash straight to the next puddle

No thoughts of consequences of what the other kids thought of us
We were just happy
Maybe that’s what we ought to go back to doing

We seem to have caught this bug,
That we should not play
As it’s not the adult way
Or maybe it was taught to us
By someone who thought they were better than the rest of us

Now were all sad,
Because someone was mad
Because they were told that playing was bad

But look deep inside,
There’s a child inside that was locked away before its day
And its waiting to be let loose and go wild

Like a ship and its not ment to be docked
It wants to be out on the open sea

Yet the port is not blocked by a lock
There is no key you see the cage is imaginary

So jump in that puddle,
Give that tree a cuddle
Get muddy
That child inside is making you rage
Because you locked away your best buddy

Your snappy,
Your frightened of being judged by some bitch that you don’t even like

But ditch those thoughts
They dont serve you now
You’re tired of being unhappy

So leave the port and get out in the open

You are a wild child
Be happy

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Old and New Can’t Live Together.

Old and New Can’t Live Together.

Ok this isn’t entirely true, if you go to Rome you’ll see ancient history blended into modern-day living and it makes one beautiful city (I think I’ve never been) Old and new clearly can live together there.


When it comes to me and you

Old cannot live with the New.

The old way of doing things and a new way of thinking that is.

You want to achieve that big goal. That requires a new way of thinking.

But thinking alone can’t change anything…

So you have to change the way you do things too,

You can’t want to lose weight, but still, do the things that made you gain the weight in the first place.

You can’t get rich by doing the stuff that got you broke…

Do you want change?

The old way has to be evicted.