dub step and lights

I went to a little dive bar by the name of Johnny V's Monday night with a good friend of mine. It has been a while since i have been out somewhere with live music, even a dj. The atmosphere was nice and friendly, but the music took some getting used to.
I dis not go out to get drunk, i only had one and a half beer (a shared 22oz heineken in the parking lot) so my nerves were not as loose as they could have been. Since i was only familiar with the dub step genre from the few times i checked it out on pandora, i could not familiarize myself enough to get down to the beats.
Eventually i had enough of standing and bobbing my heqd. I walked to my car, deposited this here ipod touch, my glasses with the case, and my wallet, and walked back into the bar. Finally, i was ready to look like a lost soul dancing with the others. It was obvious that there was no style, precedent, nor judgment being tossed around out there. People moved qs they felt they should move like, and that is some easy business. I was also now comfortable enough to meet and greet people. Everybody except my friend was a stranger, and i thought this might be a good time to practice calming my nerves when i qpproach people to chit chat.
After all was said and dine, i met 6 new people, got their names, already forgot their names, and learned a little about them.
One guy was selling drugs, another man was looking dor drugs. One girl liked metal music and had swedish blood like myself, another girl was friends with ghe first. One guy i think works at starbucks, while another guy supposedly skipped out on rhiannas halloween party because he promised to spend halloween with his daughter. This guy should have went to the party because he said some crazy things that brought a restraining order on himself so now he has to stay away from his home and his daughter.
Even though i am not one to make dubstep gatherings a regular entry to my agenda, i am glad i went. It was fun dancing like a brain synapse with others around me doing the same, it was fun hanging out with my friend, and it was fun connecting with 6 strangers. Where to next?

Fishing

Everyone has probably heard the fishing phrase, "hook, line, and a sinker." Now I may not be a fisherman, but I think I know what these terms mean. The hook is what the bait is attached to. The line is what holds onto the hook while the sinker directs the gettup down. Fishing is for caveman.
Life needs drive, a direction guided by a purpose. We need to have some kind of rudimentary idea of our own endgame with some sort of blueprint telling us how to get there. Whether it is a career choice, the possession of a family, or a destination, we can do so much more with ourselves if we set goals. Humans are an evolving creature. Our brains contain tremendous potential, and the craziest thing is we do not even use all of it! Can you imagine the day in the future when we are actually using 50 percent of the brain? I sure cannot. Goals can be one avenue for humans to utilize more of their brain, a vector in which the brain can attach it's tendrils on and synapse it's way to, well whatever it may be.
I look at that simple fishing term as a guide to living life well. Aren't we all fishing for something? Don't we want something new and exciting to churn up that lost joy buried under the sediment that is our daily routine? There is so much this world has to offer, and so much us humans can do with the brief time period we call our lifespan. Grab a hook, stab it through a goal, and toss it out into the world. Be the fish. Swim through normality searching for your own bait, endlessly peeling back the curtain of mediocrity so easily found in the world until you find that bait and take a nibble at your goal. Be patient, you must wait till the floater does a dip into the water before reeling in the catch. It may be a big fish you set yourself up with, or it may be just a bite sized snack, either way the satisfaction of the catch is priceless and the excitement for more has only just began.
Soon enough you will desire, not only to fill the bucket up with fish, but to fill the whole boat! Life will feel fuller, directed, and maybe even simplified. Math utilizes formulas to solve problems that would otherwise be too difficult for most ordinary Joe's. Well, fishing just became your very own formula. It has a set procedure that has been passed down for thousands of years, the only thing we have to do now is choose our bait in hopes that we can be patient enough to wait for that special fish to take a nibble.