Why Some People Will Fail (Epically)

Today's society consists of all different kinds of people. Most of the time, you can pick out which ones are which, you can (both voluntarily and involuntarily) categorize them into social groups, placing them in different groups and what not, within seconds. In the event of this happening, chemicals in your brain are released which heavily influence your attitude and level of respect to that person.

Example: A man who makes $300,000 per year is driving his Aston Martin down the street. He pulls into a gas station where he is approached by another man. This man is homeless, dirty, smells bad, and has no sense of style, fashion, or any sort of degree or any classifications whatsoever. The homeless man, being one of the most honest and loving people to be in existence asked the rich man for a dollar. The rich man, who when approached by this man, automatically (because of the chemicals released in his brain) decides that this man is not worth anything and for the sole fact that he is homeless and poverty-stricken, he must not be worth shit and that if he was going to get any help, in whatever form it may be, he would not use it to his advantage, but to an assumed addiction or problem. The lesson to be learned here is that the rich man, a man of deception and greed is the beneficiary in this case. Although he does not deserve it, he is the one who has the money, nice car and house. The homeless man, however, is the one does nothing and therefore gets nothing. He is to wander around aimlessly, starving and under the weather.

It's never fair when this kind of situation happens, (it really does) but one thing for certain is that when it boils down to it, we are all the same. A man driving an Aston Martin will burn in Hell as much as the thieving homeless man. All we can do is hope and pray for the best. And when everything simmers down, we all will truly see why some people will fail. (epically)

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Update On A Soppy Few Subjects...

And so... after one week and two days of being alone, with no girlfriend since two years ago, I feel incomplete. I feel as though I hate my life and there is nothing that can make me happy again unless we get back together. Well... it seems that we are. This has made me very, very, very happy. We have been talking for a few days now, and it is looking like we may give it another shot. To the very few people who actually read this, I know that this is an extremely soppy subject. Oh well. No one reads this blog anyway.

To start on another note, I have lost the place where I reside. You see, when Rachel and I broke up, I was kicked out of her house. (Just a side note, the reason this all happened was because of something I did. Yes, I am taking blame for everything that happened, and no, not because she is the girl and I am madly in love with her, but because it really was my fault.) So, as I was saying, I was kicked out of her house so now I have been staying with a few friends. One during the week and another on the weekends. Blasphemy, isn't it? Well, really, if you were to ask me, I would say that in no way am I in the position to say that what has happened is blasphemy for it is my own fault. In the sense that I do righteously claim that this past week is blasphemy, I am only allowed to say this because I can look back upon my actions and know that I was fully in the wrong.

Last but not least, I also lost my job. You see, I am a full time student. Therefore, my job was a part-time job. Now, you may ask "John, what's the big idea with that? So, what?" well, my loyal readers, the reason that this is so signifigant is because my girlfriend's dad was the owner of the place that I worked at, in result, he was my boss. And so, on that fateful day of March 26, 2009, at approximately 5:45 PM, (in order of importance) I lost my girlfriend, my job, and the roof over my head. What a sad day in my life, that was.

Moving on to a new subject, my new channel (on Youtube, www.youtube.com/pfeschdesign ) has, since its grand opening only 3 weeks ago, has already reached 116 views. I have 7 subscribers. Now, seven may not sound like a lot, but it is. Especially for someone like me, who can only check the channel on the weekends and what not. So, in 21 days, I have achieved 116 channel views, 7 subscribers, and a total of 149 video views. Now, that's not really that great, considering the 149 views is spread out over five different videos. Oh well. I am happy with how this is all turning out. I only hope that it continues to grow. Up and up and out and out.

For some people, this is a very simple thing to do, but for others, it is literally Hell on the neurological system. Right now, at exactly 2:00 AM on Sunday, April 5, 2009, with less than 48 hours left until a 700 word essay is due on Jonathan Swift's use of satire in Gulliver's Travels, I have written only the first paragraph, and this being the only thing that I have written is not even a completed introduction to my essay. Any help out there? I would certainly appreciate it. Maybe I can jump onto the back of a whale and go deep down into the ocean where I will find the answer. Oh well. haha. I most certainly do apologize if this blog turns out to be nothing more than rubbish, I am incredibly tired, and with that being said, once it hits a certain amount of time where I haven't had any sleep, my mind starts to attempt to shut me down, and in mid-sentence, as i start dozing off, I will start to say the most random things. Example: "Maybe I can jump onto the back of a whale..." I didn't mean to say that, but i do remember thinking it. Savvy, no? Well... it is.

In the event that things do turn out as bad as they possibly could have turned out, then things may not be as well as they surely once should have been. In the words of some blogger that I read over a few years back:

"Headphones save lives... I recently just recovered from a bad case of chicken-pox; I want to eat oatmeal, not bathe in it..."

With that being said, that guy really proves an excellent point; that point being that oatmeal was created for the human body's nourishment and health, not to be a sure-fire way to cure chicken-pox.

It is now 2:24 AM and I no longer have any idea on what else to write, for when I create a new blog/vlog, rarely do I write down my ideas/points. Usually, I just think of them and after that, I just let it flow. Sadly, nine times out of ten, I end up leaving something out, forgetting something, and really just get frustrated because it always seems to be something important. Something that really gives a vertebrae of the backbone to the whole thing and its importance of even being in existence. With that being said, I am now ending this blog in the hopes that this all made sense. Cheers, mates.

P.S. The video attached is one that was taken with my MacBook in the dentist's office with my then-girlfriend Rachel. Isn't she just so incredibly cute? I think so. Me, however, I could use a few makeovers, eh?