Wednesday, January 22, 2014

"Your Poop Smells Too"

When i was let go from a job i had been employed at for over a year i was startled (this happened awhile ago). I had never been let go from a job before, usually i beat them to the punch and let myself go when i was bored or just ready for something different. Anyways i remember my boss trying to explain the reason behind his decision and he said something along the lines of " there are just some things we are incapable of learning, and this was one of those things". Don't quote me but it was along those lines. This job had become family to me and my boss was someone i wanted to be proud of me and to impress, so i took it very personally. I don't have any ill feelings towards my boss or the company, but it was devastating mainly because of his spontaneous decision.

A few nights later i was talking to my new roommate, who i declare most wise,  about my life (past and present). She said that she just knew we were going to have this conversation, she just had a feeling about it, probably because she knew she was going to say something awesome...and she did. She said something that i will remember for the rest of my life partly because it made me laugh , but mostly because it was SO true. My wise roommate said " who is he to tell you you are incapable of something. HIS POOP SMELLS TOO! Even the Queen of England's poop smells." (just keep in mind my roommate was the hotter version of Pocahontas and every guy drooled over her). Once she said that i just started laughing, it made perfect sense. No one can tell you what you are capable of or what you can and can't do except you. So i tried to brush it off. 

For some reason my roommates quote reminds me of another quote "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her" (John 8:7). Now this just got serious! Im bringing up fecal matter and religion WTF, but i will try and explain the relevance (this could be a stretch). Christ faced a mob that was eager to execute a woman caught in adultery. He put a stop to it with a simple challenge: anyone who has no sin in their life should step forward and throw the first stone. That sentence is often cited as a reminder to avoid judging others when there are faults in your own life that need to be addressed (aka "your poop smells too" it might not be adultery but its something else, big or small). 

I live in a very saturated mormon culture who are suppose to refrain from judging others, but man do we judge the most. if someone has a tattoo we judge. if we see someone not take the sacrament we judge. if a missionary comes home early we judge. if someone is divorced we judge.  Who are we to judge and size someone up for mistakes they've made or problems they have to face when we ourselves are mistake ridden. My bishops wife once made a comment that i loved about people we see not taking the sacrament, she said, " well they could have chosen not to come to church that day or ever again, but they are here! And they are so awesome for being here". Everyones poop smells and we all have our own crap to deal with, literally and figuratively. And do you think that judging someone may be crippling to them? make them feel unworthy or incapable? When my boss let me go he wasn't "casting the first stone" but he was making a judgement call that i was incapable of developing some talent he was looking for and he could have been right. But what if he had given me something to work on and I could have changed things? You never know.

Dangit, another run-on sentence. I ramble when I'm outside my knowledge zone and this post didn't make sense. But in summation "your poop smells too". Everyone has skeletons in their closet, regret, old wounds, imperfections, and mistakes they've made or others have made for them, but who am i to judge or label them when my poop smells too. 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Truth Bomb

Truth session. Here are some things people don't really know about me, don't know if this is a good idea or not but oh well I'm trying new avenues. 


  • I'm unintentionally racist. one time i said to a hispanic "adios frijole" essentially calling him a beaner. didn't realize how offensive that could be since my dad says that to us all the time. Whoops
  • My first kiss story is a lie (at least it was in high school).  i told my friends my first kiss was in a corn maze but it was really two weeks prior to that.
  • I hate wearing pants. It makes me feel like my legs are suffocating.
  • I use to walk through the halls in middle school with my hands in my pockets, gripping my pants so if someone tried to pants me i'd be able to thwart them.
  • I hate myself for the way I have treated some people during this time.
  • I prefer to study in the bathroom.
  • I can't stand people audibly chewing their food (sorry that I'm having a hard time focusing when all i can see is the half masticated cow rolling around in your wide open trap)and slurping/gulping their drink. I know its a peeve i should get over but i can't. It just makes me want to high center their car.
  • I've never seen anchor man.
  • I once spilled an entire tray of drinks on a table and somehow made it look like it was her fault, even though it was mine, because i was so embarrassed. 
  • I like to wear mens deodorant, enough said.
Try it. A truth bomb. Its kind of interesting to think about the things people don't really know about you. Here is my inspiration for this post:


Thursday, January 16, 2014

Renaissance

I’ve been thinking of what I should talk about. I started a blog and I don't really know what to do with it. Do I make this a "in the day of Kendall", a depressing tutorial about what going on, review movies, or do I write about what’s on my mind? I don't know but I guess it will come to me, that at least what people keep telling me when they don't have an answer for me. 

Another thing people have been telling me and promising me is that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I have always believed that "everything happens for a reason" and had been through some little bumps before this life event happened. But now I feel a little naive for always thinking there was a reason for everything. What if your parent died? Or you lost a limb? Or you loose a spouse? Or your child dies? In certain situations I don't see the reason why something’s happen. To draw some semblance of understanding I quote a great movie, Forrest Gump. This is from the part of the movie when he "just likes running":

Bumper Sticker Man: "WOAH! Man, you just ran through a big pile of dog shit!"

Forrest Gump: "it happens."

Bumper Sticker Man: "What, shit?"

Forrest Gump: "sometimes."

"Shit happens" (pardon my French but I used parenthesis) sometimes and it just plain sucks. Simba lost his father to a stampede of wildebeests, surfer Bethany Hamilton’s arm was bitten off by a freaking shark, our apostle Dallin H. Oaks lost his wife of 46 years to cancer, Paul Walker (my celebrity crush) was only identified by his dental records because he was incinerated and his father wept that his son preceded him to the grave. I know these are silly examples and one of them is a Disney movie but crazy stuff like this happens all the time, seriously. 

Since I have opened up to a few people about my life I have been shocked by some of the things that people have had to go through (abuse, death, depression, bad relationships, being shot at, bankruptcy...) and I keep asking myself how did they do that.  How did that survive that trial and still function? The world really is a scary place and the creatures living on it, humans, can be the worst. But there is one thing i try and remember that with time people will always surprise you, hopefully for the good. I'd rather not be surprised by an AK-47 in a dark alley.

I really like quotes and I always get made fun of for loving LOTR (that’s Lord of the Rings for all you haters). But I love what Gandalf says to Frodo when in the depths of the mountain:

Frodo: “I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.”

Gandalf: “So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

I roll my eyes when I read this quote, even though I love it, because I’ve heard a thousand times comments like “well what are you going to do about it?” or “ its not about what happened in the past its about what you’re going to do now”. I roll my eyes because i'm tired and stubborn… and I know they’re right, what am i going to do about it now?

Take Simba for example he ran away when his father died and learned to eat bugs. He lost himself then got hit in the head by a baboon and his father appeared in the sky and told him to “remember who you are” all very logical things. We know the rest, simba returns and becomes king. He did something along with the help of friends. But here is a real life example from surfer Bethany Hamilton who I think is just awesome.
At the age of 13 she lost her arm to a 15-foot tiger shark. She was already on the track to become a pro surfer before this happened. A month after the attack she got back in the water and taught herself to surf again. And a few months later she entered a big competition and now is a professional surfer and just got married to a hottie. Half my knowledge of Bethany Hamilton is based of her movie “Soul Surfer” featuring Carrie Underwood, which cracks me up, but Carrie does have a profound line in the movie “I don't know why bad things happen to us sometimes but I have to believe something good is going to come out of this. I don't know what that is. I really wish I did”.

This post is turning into a giant run on sentence about fictional stories and Paul Walker (may you R.I.P). But to bring it back full circle people say a lot of thing one of which is there “is a light at the end of the tunnel”. At the moment it doesn’t feel like I’ll ever see that light, but I do believe that it cant always be like this, just don’t know when things will start looking up. But I have to keep trying, right? I didn’t give up when all the odds were against me (talking about my marriage), even though I lost. So I guess that means i'm a fighter or a survivor or an idiot. Lets agree that a fighter sounds best and has bigger biceps.  So I am a fighter at the moment and i'm going to “fight for my shitty life” (Bridesmaids quote).

Here’s a clip from Bridesmaids, ironically, that I find mucho relevant. Watch the whole clip or the whole movie! its actually pretty deep and hilarious.





Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Chapter 1: Renaissance

This blogs main purpose, so far, is to help reinvent my life, get out thoughts, monitor any progress in life, express feelings, attempt to love life again, and to just freaking dig myself out of the crap hole I’m in. By no means am I a writer or a punctuator, many spelling errors to come. I have caveman like skills when it comes to writing.  

My life, at the moment, is rather dramatic and, in my opinion, tragic. I feel as if karma is reining down on me for every bug I've killed, bad word I've uttered, cow I've consumed, and red light I've violated. I still can't believe that this is all happening to me, maybe reality still hasn't sunken in yet, actually i'm pretty sure it hasn’t.

So here is the readers digest version of my current life predicament. It’s too painful to bring up the whole story so here it is in one breath.  Meet the man of my dreams on a damn island (how crazy awesome is that!). He was funny, kind, sensitive, manly, rugged, T.D.H (tall, dark, and handsome), considerate, loving, athletic, adventurous, playful, kept up with me, and about a million other things equaling everything I could ever want… and to top it off he was totally in love with me, go figure. We always joked that we were the male and female versions of each other. Anyways we fell madly in love and got married. Then everything slowly started falling apart I guess, well its more like life happened, stress presented its ugly face at the get go. Then 6 months down the road my husband decided, out of the blue, he didn’t want to be married anymore and wanted a divorce and wanted it the next day. He kept saying he was “white fanging me” (a phrase I taught him from the show New Girl) which means when you love something and you know what’s best for it you send/push/yell/force it away- stupid analogy why did I teach it to him? Anyways we ended up living together for 3 months having a gay ol’ time but it was different. He didn’t say he loved me anymore and held my hand once during that time. Then one day he told me, again, that he had fallen out of love and a bunch of other excuses, that don’t merit a divorce, and I moved back to my parents. More drama has happened since then. And it’s been a few months since our split and I still haven’t received any divorce papers. To go from one day “I love you” to the next day “I want a divorce” literally blew the knee caps right off my legs and left me utterly confused at how someone could just close off, stop feeling, and treat someone they loved so much like a bag of trash. There you go the end… for now

I like this quote from the movie Rocky (even though I've never seen a rocky movie in my life): 

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place, and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you. You’re better than that!”

So what Rocky is telling me is that no matter what I do life is going to punch me in the crotch and I have one of two options… 1) fall on the floor and be a coward or 2) pick myself up and continue hobbling down the road. The funny thing is that I know what option I would choose. It’s obvious that option two is the way to go, then why do I continually choose number one? Why do I choose to stay where i've fallen and be in pain and misery? Maybe strangely inside I choose to stay where i've fallen because if I pick myself up and try to walk again it will be as if nothing happened, as if it didn’t matter, and didn’t hurt. From what I can tell my husband (x –husband?) isn’t exhibiting any feelings of hurt or sadness so does that mean subconsciously that I have to pick up the slack? Am I suppose to feel all the pain, sorrow, and depression because he won’t? And if I feel any happiness is realities job to step in and say I’m not suppose to be happy? Our subconscious is weird; well at least mine is seriously messed up.

The reason why I titled my blog “Quintessence” is because I use to feel like I had the quintessence of life down pat. I knew that if I worked hard I could play hard and that was a perfect balance in life and my personal motto. I have to find my quintessence again and that is why I named this post “renaissance” because renaissance means rebirth, a new beginning, and willing or not willing, that is what I have to do… start all over and rebirth myself through the vaginal canal of life. So. Here. I. Come. World



\\// Status Report 1-15-14: technically still married, mildly depressed but still functioning, currently employed, breathing, alive, and writing a blog.