my brother found this photoset of me and he said he was laughing a lot but also had a hint of embarrassment that this is all over the internet
atwtktd tagged me! I usually don’t do these, but I like this one and haven’t talked about books in a while so here goes:
In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be “right” or…
Yep. I’ve only got one.
My father has been dry for fourteen years, and he tells me,
“An alcoholic is always an alcoholic, and sober is just another word for thirsty.”
My hands are too thirsty to admit on paper the last time I etched regret into my leg because the blade is still in me, this sickness is still in me, and every day it calls to me to open up and let it breathe.
|—||Sierra DeMulder (via mouthfulofforevers)|
I like to brawl. I like to throw down. I like knowing that at least one exchange has happened during the match to validate that it was even a match.
In real life fighting, I typically fight in 2 ways. That is
1) an 80 % defensive, 20% offensive, where I try to read an opponent’s offense and…
First of all, nice post.
In real life fighting, I am 100% offense. This mainly stems from my wrestling roots. In wrestling, most teams I’ve seen like to drill a grueling, offensive pace into their competitors until the only thing they know how to do is to push forward. We’re taught to push forward despite the feeling of our lungs collapsing, despite injuries (you ever seen anyone practice with a neck brace on?), despite everything in our bodies telling us to stop. Our teachers called it having heart and being mentally tough. Having that heart and mental toughness is what made us proud of ourselves. It’s discipline at it’s finest. That’s not to say we neglected our defense. Not at all. We just didn’t like stalling (or turtling). In fact, the opposing competitor gets rewarded when a person stalls. Our defense was based on counters to our offense, then counters to counters. We called that “flowing” or “chain wrestling”. However, there were always some competitors who disrupted our flow from the very start by stalling. They would stuff every shot and every attempt at scoring or even just gaining a better position. My patience would wear out and I would get flustered, lose focus and composure, and surrender points or position, whether it be a takedown, a headlock, or a simple underhook. You’d be surprised how many matches are decided by one position gain. That’s all it takes to turn the momentum. Sometimes, that’s all it takes to break a person. I know. How many times have I gotten scored off of by giving up headlocks or underhooks? Then I’m stuck playing catch-up or just trying to gain neutral position back. Sometimes, one position gain was all it took to beat me. Sometimes, one moment of mental weakness was all it took for me to lose.
In a fight I am a brawler. I am explosive. I enjoy being the highlight reel. I don’t mind taking a few knees or elbows. I don’t mind going at a hundred miles per hour faster than everyone else because, in my mind, if I’ve trained hard enough and if I’m tougher than my opponent, the very pace that I go at will wear out my opponent. I may get tired but I will outlast my opponent. Obviously, this doesn’t always work. I had a training partner two weight classes lighter than me. A lot of the moves in my current arsenal are influenced from his style. In fact, I developed a lot of my moves AFTER I was done competing (bc of my back problems). We were a bit unorthodox. We were scramblers. Our coach labeled us “Scramble City”. Despite him being able to match my pace, he told me that I was exerting too much energy. I needed to be more patient. He was right. Unfortunately, I didn’t start learning how to be more patient until 2012, two years after I was done competing in collegiate wrestling. I joined jiu-jitsu. Thing about jiu-jitsu is that we fight in these uniforms called “gis” and every match and practice is dictated by how well these competitors take a hold of each other’s gis, whether it’s at the wrist, lapel, or pant leg. In wrestling, grabbing clothing isn’t allowed. With that said, I was put in a whole new world, besides the fact that jiu-jitsu is fighting off your back and wrestling is pinning people on their back. My pace was completely nullified when I first practiced gi. With people constantly grabbing my lapel and my wrist, I could never use the momentum or maneuvers that I had been honing for years. The moments of mental weakness rose exponentially.But, it is 2014 now and after about a year of being deprived of training due to my back injuries, I’m slowly learning more about how to use patience as my offensive tool. If it wasn’t for Street Fighter, I wouldn’t have been so welcoming to the idea. In Street Fighter, you don’t take risks you don’t need to take, especially if you’re winning. Sometimes, you’re winning even if the health bars are at the same level. Sometimes, you knock your opponent down once and they freak out and give you so many easy opportunities for you to punish them and reset the situation. Sometimes, it’s not even a knockdown, you just have them cornered and you’re waiting for them to fuck up. I’m slowly learning that I can apply those same lessons to jiu-jitsu. I don’t need to take a lot of risks, I can just wait for them to give up a certain position. Or, I can let them reset the situation because the reset will still be in my favor. After all, I’m a highlight reel when I’m on my feet, not when I’m in someone’s guard. Sometimes, in a ten minute match, the game will be tied nine minutes in. I won’t be the one to break. They’ll weaken somewhere. Their elbow won’t be in the right position, or they’ll try a desperation, last-minute maneuver. I’ll be expecting it and capitalize with a maneuver of my own, and I will win.
|—||Arthur D. Saftlass (via onlinecounsellingcollege)|
i’m really afraid of become parasitical when i leave college. yes, i’ll have a degree, but then i’ll be home. that’s not taking a step backward (though geographically, that’s a kajillion steps south), but i just want to know that the job that has been verbally assured towards me is enough for me to fund for myself without my parents’ help. i know that they love me, and i know that they and the rest of my friends will do everything for me, but i don’t want to end up being completely dependent on others for my success.
i don’t want to be plankton. i don’t want to be a parasite. i don’t want to leech off the krabby patty when i move back home. i want to know that the chum bucket can survive on its own.
THIS CAT IS ASKING TO BE PETTED IT IS ACTUALLY ASKING THIS IS THE MOST POLITE CAT IN THE WORLD AND IT’S GOING TO KILL ME