Grayest of Blue Skies

Such lonely clouds, these thoughts of love

If capable, I’m even of

At night I lay down, just to think

My sad, sore eyes, they rarely blink

I wonder if it could be me

Or if I’m just melancholy

I wonder if there’s one out there

Whose minds like mine, and too aware

Too conditioned to the hate

And all the things we tolerate

Yet things that tame monsters of men

I know I want, but don’t know when

Parted it is, this cobbled road

I can’t decide which way to go

The burdens that all lie within

They are my all, my everything

My masts are pain; my tears, the wind

And even though I know I’ve sinned

They set and move me forward, so

This helm I hold, I’ll ne’er let go

I want to be at ease, again

Forget the places that I’ve been

I want my thoughts to go away

And rejoin me another day

I miss the life I knew before

That hides behind my younger door

I miss the times when all I knew

Was happiness, and things I’d do

I want to start it all again

I want to meet my lifelong friend

I want to do the things that I

Would dream when looking at night’s sky

Watching stars all dance around

With the one I fine’ly found

I long for such a deep embrace

I care not for the time, or place

The clouds above, they start to gray

And hide the things I want to say

Their darkness fogs what things might be

And dims the light that’d set me free

It’s Up to Us

I can’t explain the pain I feel

I can’t explain the hurt He deals

I can’t explain why sad has come

I can’t explain what He has done

So sorely do I wish to know

Are we just threads that He can sew?

Are we just pieces on a board?

Are we unnoticed to our Lord?

I lay as tears fall from my face

I long so badly for a place

Where we could live, without concern

For who knows who, how much you earn

I long for that one truthful day

When hatred’s told to go away

Where peace and love are all we need

Where kindness reigns, instead of greed

‘Tis woe to fall upon deaf ears

But when we look at all our years

We’ve never taken all the good

And celebrated, as we should

This is our chance, please say it’s so

Please tell me that you’ve let it go

That you, at last, can see the sign

And that these views? They all align

Love all others, even when

They find a reason to condemn

Please, stop the fighting, stop the fright

And change the world for good, tonight

The World is Run by Psychopaths…and They’re Too Stupid to Realize It

Alrighty. I’m going to begin this here blog entry with a disclaimer – this is probably going to sound crazy to a lot of you. Thankfully, I’ve prepared for that. So let me first begin by saying the following:

People, as we all know, tend to be predictable.

It isn’t exactly rocket science to spend a bit of time with a person and, after awhile, gain the ability to anticipate their reaction(s) to a particular situation and/or event. It’s pretty much common sense for anyone capable of recognizing patterns and processes at, say, a fifth grade level, right?

Right.

So taking this not-so-revolutionary realization into account, I’d like to apply it to a specific group of people. A group, as I’m sure you’re all aware by now, that does, in fact, exist. What group is this, you ask?

The Illuminati.

Oh yeah. You heard me. I said it. Say it with me, will you?

The Illuminati.

Ahhh. Much better. See, now that we’ve gotten the hard part out of the way (mutually acknowledging their existence), we can now discuss them in a meaningful way. And before you ask me to get into the nitty gritty, the answer is “I don’t know”. I have absolutely no idea who, on an individual basis, runs and controls these things. What I do know, however, is that my radar of common sense hasn’t failed me thus far in life, and if I am to consider the inordinate amount of research and legitimate, academically-motivated research into the topic I’ve done – well, it leads to only one conclusion. A conclusion, of course, that points to the unavoidable reality that the world is managed, administered, and sometimes picked apart by a hyper-intelligent, coordinated group of individuals who commonly embody sociopathic characteristics.

That is to say, they couldn’t care less about you.

Am I crazy for thinking this? Sure, perhaps I am. But between you and me, let me say something.

I’m not.

As a matter of fact, I consistently maintain an Uber rating in the upper 4.9’s, and any waiter or waitress, ever, will attest to the fact that I always tip at least 20%. Know why? Because I actually enjoy the benefits of being a decent human being (another disclaimer, I wasn’t this way until my mother passed four years ago). Basically, I’m forced to be as benevolent as I possibly can in order to fulfill a promise I made to an adored parent of mine as I held her hand for the last time as she laid on her literal death bed. So it’s become somewhat of a necessity for me to try and mitigate such evil-doing in whatever capacity I can.

Yes. I have committed my life to that one, very simple cause.

But back to the point. Do your own research of course, but for those who don’t have time to trek on down the rabbit hole, I’m sorry; you’re just gonna have to take my word for it. In fact, remember that speech JFK gave not long before he was snuffed out? You know the one I’m talking about. It pretty much laid it all out in the open for you (speaking of which, don’t ever let a sincere leader like him be silenced without a resounding response-in-kind).

Here’s the cliff-note version for anyone who might need it.

“We are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day.

It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. 

Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.

United States President John F. Kennedy

Long story short, he was literally trying to tell you guys about the Illuminati. That might be classified as paraphrasing, but the point remains. I mean let’s be real here, you can’t just brush off whatever it was that influenced the aforementioned words from being read on national television. Because those words are not, in any way whatsoever, complicated. This man was very clearly calling out some seriously nefarious shit.

So what’s the point?

Well, the point is this: turns out, those people aren’t all that smart after all. In fact, it’s a bit laughable when you really sit down and consider it. Just take a quick look at them and ask yourself: what is the one thing that none of them seem to be able to stand? It isn’t hitting them in their pocketbooks. No, that’s not it at all.

It’s their ego.

Yup. Once again, it really is that simple. I guarantee you that if you randomly plucked a hundred of these mega-wealthy, super powerful “elites” from their strongholds in the Hamptons or elsewhere and asked them what the most important thing in life is to them, ninety-nine of them would say its to have an ever-lasting impact on the world so their name might carry on as a beacon of all that is good in the universe.

In other words…remember me.

And that’s just it. To understand why these people do the things they do, you have to be able to think like them. That’s what being a grandmaster at chess is all about, no? You have to know your enemy. And I hate to say this, but that’s exactly what these people who are above you on the socio-economic ladder are: they’re your enemies. Why? Well, that’s the Animal Kingdom for you. No one wants to see someone else rise above them, so they try their damnedest to maintain their foothold on the top of your head as you struggle to climb your way to the top.

It’s common sense stuff, and it’s about time you start waking up to it.

So please…start thinking about this stuff. That’s all I ask. I’m fully aware that we all look at the world, see how shitty it is, and just shrug our shoulders because of how daunting it is to imagine changing it. But you know what? Someone has to, or we’re going to be shrugging our shoulders for all eternity.

We can control our destiny, if only we believe in ourselves. For the last time, it really is that simple. It’s going to have to start by controlling the idiots who are in charge at the moment. And the way to do that is So. Freaking. Obvious. I promise you, they really aren’t nearly as smart as they try and make themselves out to be. Just steer them by their egos. That’s it. Because none of them want to be remembered as “History’s Shittiest World Leader”. The power is within you. For the sake of us all…

Start using it.

The Looking Tree

Some things are just not meant to be

Even though the Looking Tree

Might help us, save us, spare our time

And calm us down as we unwind

It is so peaceful, yes it’s so

For if you wonder how it glows

It gets its magic from the faith

Of all who banished wicked wraith

This love, it is not carved in stone

But when you lay down, all alone

You wish for that which is not there

If only life was not unfair

And so that’s how the story goes

We cannot change it, I suppose

It hurts so much to love within

But it hurts more to hide in sin

Yes, the leaves are drifting, free

They tend to do so in the breeze

Take just one step, simple, see?

The beauty of this Looking Tree

Checkmate

I do not claim to be the best

I compete not with all the rest

The things I write are not for fun

It’s to unload this loaded gun

As tensions rise, so do our acts

And if you look at all the facts

You’ll see that nothing ever changed

That things were simply rearranged

The problems that we face today

Are all as old as seers say

It isn’t you, it isn’t me

It’s that we’ll always disagree

Tis’ the issue that we face

And if we ever found a space

Which let us mend our broken bond

A place where we can correspond

Perhaps I’d get it, and you would too

That pointing fingers, saying “you”

Does not contribute anything

But wasted words held on a string

A string that’s frayed, and so decayed

It hardly holds this day and age

So cease the fighting, calling names

Do not be pawns in twisted games

Writing Wrongs

The outcome’s not what you intended

You were sincere, yet they’re offended

As if your points had all been bended

At the speech you gave tonight

Careful now, who you’ve befriended

That party, of which you attended

Played their games, as they pretended

They were behind you in this fight

By now, for sure you’ve comprehended

To play this game, ‘tis recommended

Hide your morals, they’re suspended

For fairness can’t compete with might

That judge’s chair, it’s unattended

No gavel there, our ethics ended

This world we’ve made, place we’ve tended

Can’t tell wrong, from what we write

A Life Unfiltered

Stop all of this judgment

Please, cease all of the hate

It’s okay to like attention

And it’s fine that’s who you date

Misery loves it’s company

Spiteful comments are it’s mate

The genuine embrace truth

And don’t live a life that’s fake

It changes one’s perspective

Embracing positivity

Shedding stresses that are caused

By worrying constantly

If someone doesn’t like you

For who you truly are

Just laugh at such a closed mind

Say only “au revoir”

Perhaps it was their raising

Or an absent mom or dad

Though likely mere resentment

Happiness they’ll never have

So live without a filter

Time is short upon this Earth

Don’t let such thieves of joy

Cast doubt on your self-worth

Politics Dehumanize Us, and Everything Needs to Change

I don’t know how much more helpless we can feel after this weekend. As observers of society, that is.

I know you all feel it. Everyone does. This sensation that we live in a world where we’re forced to clock in and clock out of our prescribed, normal lives as we watch “high society” try to run things as if they know what they’re doing. And just look at them. We’ve got a bunch of rich, silver-spoon-fed politicians trying to tell us how we should be reacting to the fact that dozens of us…we, the NORMAL human beings in society…were slaughtered over the weekend.

I’m sorry, but if I hear one more out of touch, tone-deaf politician try to tell me I should vote for them because they’ll solve this shit, I’m going to scream. And that’s the delicate, “I can post this publicly” version of what I’d do.

I’m fed up, and I bet you are too.

We’re beyond the point of politics, people. This is real life we’re dealing with here. We’re at a point where you literally can’t even walk into a Walmart without having a fleeting concern in the back of your head that’s scoping out the escape paths if some maniac decides to shoot the place up.

It’s ridiculous.

So how do we solve it? Well, we don’t. This is just one of life’s shitty hands it tends to deal. In fact, I imagine we’re going to be dealing with this garbage for quite some time, until we can stop throwing rocks at each other, swallow our damn pride, and GET THE FUCK ALONG.

And that goes for everyone. It doesn’t matter what color you are, what god you do or do not believe in, how much money you make, how popular you are, or any other demographic you’d like to throw in. ALL OF US need to cut the shit and stop letting this godforsaken 1 percent keep playing us for the idiots we are.

Because yes, that’s exactly what is happening here in America.

You, me, and every other person you know that’s not sitting on a golden-laced cushion has allowed a manipulative, deceitful group of elitist assholes to shape and mold our minds into such jello that they have us all fighting each other. So STOP IT. Stop fighting your neighbors and start realizing that the entire structure of our society is rigged to benefit the riggers. I’m done trying to veil such revolutionary thoughts and ideas behind a fictional narrative. Yes, I admit it. Continuity is a story about humanity changing our entire social structure and was written in an attempt to subconsciously make people consider possible alternatives to the current status quo. But we’re past that now. Fiction isn’t good enough. This is it.

THINGS. HAVE. TO. CHANGE.

And I mean everything. I’m not joking. We have the internet now. We can all communicate. So why in the hell are we sitting back, allowing these SOCIOPATHS that we call “world leaders” to steer us in whatever direction they want?

Think about this, people. I’m not telling you to throw in the towel at work tomorrow and cash out your 401(k). I’m asking you to consider potential alternatives. GET THE DIALOGUE GOING, for the love of God. As a society, we have 2019 hardware but we’re operating on 1995 software. We HAVE THE TOOLS to change things, drastically.

Listen. I fully understand that we’re all accustomed to the lovely checks and balances that make up our equally lovely government. But times have changed. We don’t really need you anymore, Mr. Representative. Because when we created your role in life, the only way we could exchange ideas was via a freaking horse. And ya know what? Horses are slow af. Comparing them to what we have now, that is. So sure, I guess it made sense to cherry pick one of you guys from the bunch to go chat with other such persons of fortune in order to create the rules we’re all supposed to play by. Because trying to cram a million people in a town hall meeting would suck. Duh. But now? Now we don’t need to rely on one (usually corrupt) human to share our voices. We can do it ourselves!! Bet your horse jockeys are jealous of that, eh? So yeah. Point is, if the masses actually came together and created a fair, balanced way of life, we could rid ourselves of the cesspool we’re currently trying to tolerate.

Here’s an example.

What’s that you say? We need to decide if you can abort after x months? Well why don’t we put a vote up on this brand new internet voting program where folks can actually contribute their voice directly without the need for some power-hungry “diplomat” inaccurately relaying our world views?

Yup. It really could be that simple. All we have to do is agree on it. No guns, no tea parties, no beheadings. Just…mutually beneficial cooperation which gives most legislative power to small communities or city-states. This Federal thing? Why don’t we just let them take care of the reeeeal big concerns, like war and protecting the homeland and stuff. That would be a government for the people, don’t you think?

Again, please listen. The ball of change has to start rolling eventually. Simple as that. So how about we declare it right now? Here, tonight. This 5th of August, 2019.

Share this. Talk about this stuff. CARE enough to stop arguing, come together as a population and iron out the kinks that have been tormenting us since the time when the first asshole riding a camel decided that inventing some kind of control mechanism called money would be an easy way to rule the world. Yes. Consider it declared:

The Revolutiaball has begun to roll.

I, along with millions of other sane, reasonable humans, beg you…keep it rolling.

Starving

He said, she said, this don’t really need said

All that matters is who you become

When camera feeds dead

I know, you know, do you really think though?

Do you really think you know the person

That’s on this show?

I doubt, you doubt, things they claim they’re about

Everyone has seen it done they never

Do what’s spelled out

What’s that? Well, Matt, maybe you should look at

All the promises they made and how to make a bureaucrat

He said, she said, sincerity, it seems dead

All we have is those who give us words when all we need’s bread

Irony

Irony is beautiful, wouldn’t you say?

How funny is hypocrisy when you hear these people say

”Your dreams are just a waste of time” they scoff and berate

But then when we succeed they buy the things we create

People look at people chasing dreams and they judge

Then they work a 9 to 5 while holding this grudge

So for all who do the things they love, I say unto you

I hope these other people see the things that you do

I hope they see the work and the example you’ve set

‘Cause doing what you hate is something I will never get

Expensive is our time in life, it does not come cheap

And when the bill is paid in full they’ll gather and weep

They’ll tell a tale of all the awesome things that you did

And sweep under the carpet all the things that you hid

I wish that we would care more for the families we start

Than the money that was spent for that poor painter’s work of art

I wish it didn’t bother me that when the chips fall

The rich all hang our work up just to decorate their wall

It’s sad that we don’t understand the meaning of life

Happiness is sliced apart- conformity’s the knife

A Waste of Time

A Waste of Time

How often do we fall for things that people say and do?

How often do we wonder if the things they say are true?

And when there’s doubt we call them out when stories don’t connect

I wish I had a dollar for each lie that we collect

What makes us do it? Is it fear?

I fear that I don’t know

But to be real I sort of feel

Like life is just a show

So many actors, all their staff

Just dancing on a stage

And sadly I’d say that I’d laugh

If not for this here page

Pen and pad have saved my life

They’re my only true escape

Avoiding this sharp cutting knife

That’s carves life’s packaged shape

Every night I pray to He

Who I don’t even know

For his hand to help me stand

On nights when I feel low

It’s hard, sometimes, when life’s cold rhymes

Rip out your true heart

I’d give anything, if I could bring

A better, fairer start

Love in Life

So sorely do we wish to find

A person who’s just like our kind

Someone who’s just as weird as us

That we can know and love and trust

A person that just lets us be

And even when we disagree

They know that we’re still meant for them

And do not argue and condemn

Because when love is tried and true

It is not only about you

It is a union that you share

A contract, where you’re both aware

That life is meant for everyone

And when our time is gone and done

You’ll find that what we all should do

Is live it not with one, but two

Dog Tornado

Are those pillows to your liking?

Since you’ve spread them everywhere?

Are you packing to go hiking?

You sure took time arranging, there

I do not get it, little dude

Why must you make a mess?

To be frank, it’s kinda rude

Can you not just chill and rest?

All the blankets, all the throws

In the wash machine

It’s like you think nobody knows

That someone here must clean

Listen, bro, and yes I know

You like to fluff and puff

No more of this dog tornado

Because I’ve had enough

Dog Breath

What do you do when you’re faced with a curse?

A fate that is worse than your death?

A thing that can just be described as the worst

A thing that is Baxter’s dog breath?

I usually let him jump onto my lap

It’s not a big deal, normally

But when I wake up after taking a nap

He tends to come walk over me

He’ll stand on my chest and look into my eye

As if to say “time to get up”

And then he will yawn and make me want to die

As I gag and say “close your mouth, pup”

It’s really not funny, because when he yawns

It’s like he’s exhaling his guts

His breath smells like what he ate from dusk to dawn

And what’s more, he’ll stand on my nuts

So I must say, as I lie here today

Typing and scribbling words

Buy a dog bed, so when you hit the hay

You’ll wake up, and only hear birds

Life

A raindrop has one chance to fall

To land where it might fulfill all

As do dandelions sway

They, just once, will drift away

Breeze will carry, gently now

The seeds of life that they endow

No second chances, no regrets

One life is what each person gets

Do not be nervous

Feel not afraid

Destroy doubt’s wall

And barricade

Live your life as you want to

Do the things you want to do

Boldly tell the one you love

You’re meant to be and not scared of

Embrace the world as you see fit

For time, we don’t get much of it

Make the most of what you’ve got

Live and laugh and love, a lot

A Turn of Events

Once upon a time a lovely maiden did her chores

She cooked and cleaned and washed and dried and wiped down all the floors

And though her Lord looked down at her, ironically this man

Would force himself upon her because when you’re Lord you think you can

He used her for his twisted games, he thought it was alright

Sadly she just let it be, so she could feed her son at night

And so it went for years and years, till finally one day

Her son grew up and saw the truth, saying that “this man must pay”

Despite his mother’s cries and pleas, the son could not forgive

He told her she deserved much more, this was not a way to live

His mom, you see, quick to agree, would never punish him

Her heart was her worst enemy, enabling Lord to live in sin

So the son approached the man, he stood much taller than Lord did

As the Lord said “hello boy, you’ve grown so much since just a kid”

“I know,” son said, “it must be strange, to to be on the receiving end”

“Of the games you play at night, I bet your wife won’t comprehend”

“Won’t comprehend the things you do, to satisfy your appetite”

“I can’t imagine how a person does this and then sleeps at night”

“At least it doesn’t matter now, because I give what is deserved”

“What’s that,” you ask? “To be frank, I really hate to touch a nerve”

“But since we’re here I will be clear, this might begin to sting a bit”

“I’ve wanted this for oh so long, because you’re such a piece of shit”

“It’s my turn now, so turn around, this will not end quick I must say”

“This won’t be fun, and when I’m done, this broomstick will make sure you pay”

Where Do You Belong

You ask me why I’m like this

I’ll tell you best I can

Some things have happened in my life

That made me who I am

I used to see things one way

But that way got turned to two

And then I started seeing things

From all these points of view

Everything around me changed

◦ ‘Twas different than before

The world revealed itself to me

As it drug me ‘cross the floor

It showed me everything it made

It showed me that I’m lost

It showed me that there’s many more

Who feel the same exhaust

Then, it softly spoke to me

It told me to be strong

And if you let your weakness win

You’re right where you belong

Fury

Petty? I shan’t think it’s so!

I have this Monet, and Van Gogh

Clearly, I appreciate

The things the low class tends to hate!

An eye for that which is so grand!

Smaller brains won’t understand

Yes, this is what I say to thee

A peasant is but lesser me

That means that I am better, yes?

Oh come on now, I must digress

Let me say something, highbrow

I am not fucking joking, now

A good person exists in me

The spirit of my mother, see

She can see right through your shit

And make you walk on top of it

So save your graces, save your prayers

Cause I know, you know, no one cares

This isn’t the beginning, friend

It’s just a taste of what’s at end

One Day

Listen, can you hear it?

Such beauty, violin

It’s strings are humming softly

To remind us where we’ve been

Such time it took to get here

So far, the journey seemed

So quick were we to make it

We’ve forgotten why we dreamed

Our life was so much simpler

Our souls, they all were freed

When nothing seemed to matter

For love was all we’d need

Just how did all this happen

Where did we go astray

Is it lost forever

Or can we find our way

Such sadness sweeps, such sorrow

Alone and thinking, every night

My heart, it longs so dearly

To feel that things are right

My hope, I fear is empty

Despite how deep I yearn

To live with pain, this broken

Is something I can’t learn

I wish this world was kinder

I wish we could all live

I wish we’d act as equals

I wish that we’d forgive

We lost our love, compassion

Somewhere along the way

Yet hope will live in my heart

To find ourselves, one day

The One: Entry 2

It’s weird for me to be telling this story. I just want to be upfront about that before we get too much further into this little journey you and I are about to go on. Sometimes I wonder why it’s so hard to talk about this stuff when I’m face to face with people, but then I realize that I’ve already answered my own question. Face to face is hard, don’t you think? It’s just so, I don’t know…different. Because when we’re speaking to someone in person, we can immediately see their unintentionally expressed judgments and subtle cues that make us fully realize what they actually think of us. Right? I know you know what I mean.

Which is why I prefer telling my stories like this. Journaling, you know? Journals let us extract the real. The deep. The truth! Because with journals, we don’t have to concern ourselves with an audience. Ugh, the audience. Always judging. Always critiquing. Anyway, I digress. Let’s get back to my original point.

Love. Soulmates. The ONE.

Yep, you heard me. I bet you already know them. Wanna know how?

Technology.

Simple! This whole Information Age that we find ourselves lucky enough to be living in has unlocked a near unlimited number of doors for us. Yup. For anyone willing to try and step in, the various social media platforms and apps we have access to are host to literal millions of people all waiting to be validated. Doors just begging to be opened.

All you have to do is knock.

And hell, sometimes you don’t even need to do that! There’s people out there who just leave the damn door wide open! Its crazy, I tell you. Sometimes it makes me wonder how certain folks can be so trusting with all their shit out there in the open, but hey…I guess not everyone is as messed up in the head as me. Seems there are plenty of perfectly normal, “nothing to see here” types just asking to be walked in on.

Wait. I think I got off track again. I was talking about meeting the One, right? Of course I was. So I bet you’re wondering what I meant by that. Well, believe it or not, my scattered brain never ceases to fail me and has brought us to the answer. Social media! Simple. It’s so easy to read between the lines and really understand people based on a precise formula: one part profile, three parts day-to-day posts, and a heaping spoonful of comments/actual interactions. Because they all tell us different, albeit very important, things.

Take our profiles, for instance. Or our own personal “ad”, as I prefer to call them. They’re basically shovels full of bullshit that we scoop from the dirt-pile that is reality which we then cast toward the window of public knowledge – hoping that the best parts stick on the glass before slowly falling down so others will remember the crap we want them to. They’re sort of like social resumes, but without the necessity of having to worry whether or not we can back it up. You know…like an actual, real job would require. I mean after all, how many people do you know would look at a person’s “About Me”, see that they graduated from Syracuse in 2012 with a bachelors in Bio-Bullshit or something, and then actually go check the alumni lists to make sure they’re telling the truth?

I’ll save you the time: no one. You know precisely no one that would do that. Maybe some photo stalking to audit them perhaps, but hey – all it takes to dodge that one is a quick “Where are my college photos? Oh please, I had to delete those when I started applying to real jobs. You know how it is!” Giggle giggle, sly wink, and a sip of that vodka cranberry and we’re on to the next topic. Please. Any uneducated kid with a vocational degree can do it. So yeah, that’s the profile for you. It’s our canned version of ourselves. Which, incidentally, can tell us a lot about someone and how they wish to be perceived.

Then there’s the day-to-day posts. These are basically the fluff that people put up to support the claims advertised on the profile. All initial releases need some backup content, no? Sort of like sequels. Posts are like sequels to our first installment, furthering our narratives. Makes sense if you ask me.

Which, of course, brings us to the meat and potatoes. Comments. Interactions. Arguments! These are what truly reveals who a person is or is not. Actions speak louder than words, after all, do they not? Oh yes. They most certainly do.

But let’s get back, for the third time now, to how you already know your soulmate. It’s by taking the information we just discussed, and intelligently applying it with the appropriate intentions. Social media. Reading people. Easy. You know it, I know it, we all know it.

We all have that one, perfect person out there just waiting for us to slide into their DMs. The question is whether we ever grow a pair big enough to actually do it. And what you’re about to learn…is that me? Well, I did.

Boy, did I.