Archive | June 2012

Everything happens for a reason

I have recently been “let go” from my job. Basically the reason behind that was a supervisor got all power hungry, stated that I threatened to “kill him” and went crying like a little girl. So ne it. Here’s what was really going on. A few months ago, I decided that I didn’t want to be a bartender anymore. The hours suck, the patrons at the casino are even worse. (It’s your fault that they’re there losing money by the way) You never hear the end of it and the only people that tip are the ones who actually appreciate what you do for them. Anyway, I decided to research some schools. Film schools to be exact. I googled and googled until I found one that offered everything I was looking for, not just a broad digital media program like most. This school offers a 360 degree ratio of everything from preproduction to postproduction and literally everything in between. The problem is its in Orlando. I call my mother, talk everything over with her and make my decision to apply. I get in. It’s like a dream come true, I’m super excited so I put some money down on my seat in the film program. I go to work and tell people that I got accepted into film school and everybody seems to be happy for me. I guess I just stopped caring because I was leaving. It’s whatever, so I have a bit of a tiff with a power hungry egotistical pick of a supervisor that literally has zero reason being any type of management material. He gets a boner every time he gets the least bit of pull. It annoys the fucking fuck fluid out of me. There’s nothing I would rather do than go in there and cause such a scene that he loses his job. The problem is that I’m a better person than that. The way I look at things is that this firing happened for a reason, a small sign that I need to get the fuck out of the Burgh. Helping me initialize my film school and get my shit together for a lifetime of successfulness. The only problem that comes to mind now is how am I going to fund such ambitions? Where there’s a will there’s a way. (good thing my middle name is William) I’m not gonna let such a small bump in the road stop me from following my dreams. Hell, I’ve been fired from a lot more important people. The only issue I have with being “released from payroll” is that they put me on a type of tribal counsel straight off of survivor. It bothered me that these people that were supposed to be in control of my job were people I’ve never me, let alone have ever seen. I found that ironic but went with it. I stated my case, twice and waited. As I waited, these 3 people voted on my initial termination or to overturn it. When they invited me back into the room, there was a large square box with a hole in the top. (a bit overkill if you ask me, especially for only 3 ballots)  He tells us that the decisions on these ballots will reflect my job. The first said that I needed to remain terminated and so did the second. He said “well Joe, I guess we don’t need to read the third”. Me being the asshole that I am, I said “so is this where we put out my torch”? I looked around the room, I could see it in everybodys that they were doing everything they could not to laugh. I stood up, shook everybody’s hand, thanked them for the opportunity and walked out with my head up high. Now this is where I think its happened for a reason, maybe this is just a sign from the good old Lord giving me a chance to get out and put myself into a situation that I would rather be in. All signs point to yes and with the proper support from my friends and family. I’m gonna be a lot better off without the casino in my life. Yes, I’m gonna miss all the people that made an impact on me but hey, if they want me in their life, they’ll put me there.

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Things you need to learn.

First off, you should probably enjoy your life for what it is. Not a fictional life your friends have created for you. Regardless of your situation and what you’ve done for others. You literally have to do things for yourself. You may be in a relationship your friends think highly of or you may be in a relationship that you’re constantly questioning. Either way, it has to be something that you want. I want to be über famous and want the pussy to just flock to me like seagulls fighting over a piece of fresh bread but in reality, that’s never going to happen to me. I’ve done everything in my power to get accepted into film school for these exact reasons. Not so much the pussy but the fame. I want to be famous. If you ask anybody under the age of 10 what they want to be when they grow up, in some way, shape or form, it has to do with fame. We’ve all been like this since the time we’ve been able to deductive reason day to day relics. It has always been a dream of mine to call my single mother who raised three boys alone, working numerous jobs to support a healthy diet and relationship with her loved ones. This is the reason that I hold women so high in my book. This woman (my mother) took the divorce she was dealt, moved on and did what she needed to do to maintain a lifestyle that very few had. Ya, we didn’t have a lot, ya, we shared frozen burgers on the grill and ya, we didn’t have a lot of adult supervision but these are the main reasons I am who I am today. If it wasn’t for me teaching myself how to grow the fuck up and provide for myself, I’d probably be in a gutter somewhere. Somehow my family managed to push through the bullshit and push out the nonsense we didn’t need. Growing up in a broken home isn’t something you read about daily, nor is it something that people like to talk about. Hell, I hate talking about it. Shit wasn’t easy for me. Still isn’t. You don’t know where you should be during holidays, you don’t know what friends you can invite without a long questioning after. It fucking blows. Sadly, the parent I look up to the most is my mother. Because she’s the one who took care of me, she’s the one that took me to the hospital when my eyelid was cut in half, she was the one that took me to the dentist that put a fake tooth in. Hockey injuries will only be a small part of my time but there were others that made me who I am. Yet she was the person to be there for me every time I needed something. I’ll never forget that. You can call me a mammas boy all you want but until you endure the lobve and devotion this woman has provided me, then you’ll never understand. Anyway, growing up as a middle child didn’t come so easy for me. It was always the oldest and the youngest getting the majority of the attention. So I decided at an early age to become narcissistic I.e.  http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissistic_personality_disorder
It was because of this and the fight that I had to go through being the quiet, soft spoken middle child everybody was so used to, I realized I needed to spread out. Making my own interfamily fame. It worked out for the most part but people started catching on. So I found myself as a class clown, getting into more trouble than I shoud. This brought many weekly visits to to principles office due my strict insubordination about what attention needs to be where…. I fucked up doing this and probably shouldve learned the role elsewhere, yet, I didn’t miss on the extracurriculars. I dove right in. Being turned down by almost everybody. But that still didn’t drop my head. I only know how to hold my head high and prosper. Because that’s the way my mom showed me. In her own words “Joe, if they’re gonn be for you know, how long will it take for them to forget about you…. She has a valid point. It’s obviously been something ive been thinking about for a long time. In elders decisions, they’re amost 100% right so I can’t argue. Life happens for a reason. Weather you want what you’ve been looking for or because you’re looking for all the wrong reason. If you’re reading this and it hasn’t touched you in the smallest way. Please just stop reading.
Thanks.
I was just venting.
Joe Parrish

The video for my first night in Cali. From a third party perspective.

There it is. Me being me. In someone else’s words.

That awkward moment

Within this post, you’re about to find me, being part of the most awkward situations I’ve ever found myself in. Not to mention, that more than half of you will never find yourself put into this type of situation.

Here goes.

     Back in 07-08 (roughly) I found out that Linkin Park was going to be headlining a summerfest in Pittsburgh. I’m late on trying to find tickets because I’m basically too cheap to pay full price for anything and I pretty much want somebody else to pay for me. So the day of the concert, I exhaust all my options and text everybody in my phonebook as well as post a status on Facebook about my undire need for a ticket to this show. Both my brothers are going to be at this show tailgating and are trying to find a ticket for me. Neither are successful. I start my travels to the venue just to participate in some binge drinking and family time with my brothers. On my way to the beer distributor, I receive a text message from a friend stating that her guy friend “Brank” has a ticket and I wouldn’t have to pay for it as long as I provided a ride to and from the concert. JACKPOT! I arrange for him to walk to the beer distributor and meet me because there was no fucking way in hell that I was going to go out of my way to get him. I don’t give 2 shits if he has to walk a marathon to meet me. I need beer and a ticket, he needs a ride. Who’s going to win? Me of course. Anyway, I eventually get to the beer distributor, purchase my high end “keystone light” (because a 30 pack is like 8 bucks and I’m just trying to get fucked up) get back to my car and wait. After about what seemed to be an hour, I look over to the left and see my ex-girlfriends ex-boyfriend. It’s at this point in time that I realize that the person who was giving me the ticket in exchange of a ride was the same person, Brank. Fuck, what am I supposed to do now? He knows that the person he’s supposed to meet is Joe. Maybe he’s put all this shit together and realized what a fucking terrible idea it was. Regardless, I wanted to see this fucking show. I take a few breaths, look in his direction and yell “Brank… Brank… BRANK!!! YOU FUCKING COMING OR WHAT? (i have no shame, nor do I care. He had something I needed and I had something he needed… Plus beer). As he walked to the car, finally piecing together who I was, he had a look of complete disgust on his face. He is now getting into the same vehicle, with the same guy, that his girlfriend left him for. To make things worse, I had just ended all contact with her and had absolutely no reason to talk about it. The fucked up part… He asked me how she was doing. Clearly, I couldn’t sit there and act like I didn’t speak with her any more. So I lied. “Oh man! She’s doing great! She couldn’t be better” (I had no fucking clue what she was doing but I didn’t want to make it look like I fucked it up with her too) “cool” he responded. Now, in retrospect, back in the day, this guy would follow my older brother and I around and throw bottles at us as we walked down the street. So to get him in a large group of my friends would be sweet bliss. This happened. We made fun of him, picked on him in relentless ways and pretty much put him down in every possible way. We’re drunk, I try to get him equally as drunk and hopefully just leave him at the venue with no way back. I eventually get sloppy drunk, explain to my brothers my intentions and wander off leaving my cell phone with my brothers, just to male it seem like I was legitimately drunk and irresponsible. That way, when he is stranded, he can’t hold a personal grudge and it all looks like an accident. (im a fucking genius right?) I meet back up with my brothers in the concert, have a blast the rest of the night and head back to my car. My brothers returned my cell phone when we met back up. So know I have to ignore calls and texts. I do. What I wasn’t anticipating was that he was going to be standing at the exit waiting for me to roll through so he didn’t miss his ride home. So there I was, ignoring a phone call, when low and behold, there he is… I probably looked like a fucking asshole staring at my phone as he had his to his ear calling me but whatever. He got in my car and I drove him to where we initially met. I wasn’t going further. I often wonder where I would be if I weren’t put in these kind of situations. Character building 101 I guess. Am I the only person something like this has happened to?

My first night back in California.

So apparently my first night back in California, I obviously wanted to go out and hook up with some of my old friends. Little did I know that I was going to be drinking glasses upon glasses of vodka and red bull. Not to mention the large quantities of jägermeister my liver was about to process. From what I remember, I had a great time. What I didn’t know is the impression I had made on other people. I had a great time and here’s a picture to prove it.

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Needless to say, my friend here decided to share a small interaction I had with some lovely lady in good ol Southern California. I guess I’ll never change.

Reason enough.

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Social media

More often than not, I’m reading news stories that consist of murder, suicide, domestic violence and assault. Most of which have been tracked back to social media sites. Facebook, Twitter, tumblr, MySpace and other various websites. Some couples actually share the same accounts. Is this due to a lack of trust or is this because they have nothing to hide? In my opinion, its due to a lack of trust. Me being the single guy I am, I have a Facebook and Twitter account. I rarely read my news feeds and almost never leave my own pages. Mainly because people get way too personal on them and I really don’t give two fucks about who is doing what. If you broadcast personal information over a series of social media places, more people find out about problems rather than good. I understand at times there’s really nobody to turn to so you use a site as a crutch to turn to people that you wouldn’t normally turn to. If its more often than not, then you’re on them for the wrong reason and you need to get off your fucking ass and go get real friends. That being said, let’s get back to the beginning. First off, if you’re in an untrustworthy relationship and your significant other is logging into your accounts to dig for some dirt, usually they’ll find something they don’t want to, which turns into arguments and possibly (at times) worst case scenarios. If you’re gonna snoop around, you should probably keep that to yourself. Especially if you find something that could be taken in the wrong way. The best possible solution to this is to just mind your own business. This brings me to my next question. Is social media ruining lives, relationships, friendships and families? I would say it is. I’ve seen and heard things about people that really turn my stomach and I wish I could reach out to help. The problem is that most people find it not to be a problem. When in real life, they’re just acting like it doesn’t bother them. So, if social media becomes such an issue with families and couples, why not just close the door? Delete your accounts, push past the whole “but I want to see what everybody is doing” concept and move on. Especially of its causing probems on your homefront. There are times that I find myself on these sites several times a day but when I realize my life is being consumed too much, I deactivate my account. Only to make sure I don’t get caught living my life vicariously through other peoples posts. Which isn’t much to say considering Facebook posts really only consist of two types: 1. I’m super depressed and nobody cares and 2. I have the best/worst boyfriend/girlfriend. I get so sick of reading these on a daily basis. Which is why I rarely leave my page. It also seems like its a popularity contest between people. Like, I have more friends/followers than you. Who gives a fuck? You may have 1,989,567 friends/followers but in real life, you probably only have a handful of people you interact with. I actually read a post the other day about a girl telling everybody that she was 8 weeks pregnant. When I looked at this post and the 12 comments on it, one of them was her mother. She told Facebook before she went to her mothers house, Sat down and told them in person. I was fucking dumbfounded. How can you tell a website before you sit down with your family? Social media is not only taking over peoples lives, its actually pulling families apart. Sad but its the truth. So I want to leave this post with a few questions you should ask before you post things:      Who am I going to hurt if I post this?  Who should I talk to before I broadcast to the world my personal information? What will my family/friends think about this?  Is this too personal for others?
There you have it people. Be kind, joke around, hell, be a complete asshole if you’d like but remember, if you’re telling Facebook/Twitter personal things before you speak with your family. You’re probably not using these sites for what they were designed.