Highly self-aware people struggle with addiction. They feel fucking everything. These mediocre surface level things can never ever satisfy their minds. They'll laugh with you. They'll nod and smile, but inside their heart is burning. Burning for more depth. More authenticity. They have obsessions nobody around them shares. They want to talk about philosophy, literature, psychology, quantum physics, books, music, films, conspiracy theories. Things they've gone so deep into that ordinary conversation just don't do it for them. And all they get is the "weather". Who won the game. Politics. Just that rotten small talk. And small talk feels like suffocation. So... they escape. They drink. Smoke. Work until 2 am. Doomscroll till they're so tired that they feel nothing. There this gap between who you actually are and the people available to you. And that gap is one of the loneliest places a person can live in.
This is John Eisenman. He lost his daughter to sexual trafficking. She was sold for $1,000 in Seattle Washington. He did what a father should do and researched, investigated and found out about her abduction. He RESCUED her HIMSELF. He found out the person who sold her into trafficking was her 19 year old boyfriend. He met up with him, abducted him, bludgeoned and stabbed him to death in Nov, 2020. The authorities found him [dead AF boyfriend] in Oct 2021 in the trunk of the car he abandoned. John Eisenman sits in jail knowing his daughter is safe and growing up after he has already lived 60 years of his life. I bet you, he rests easy. Live your life to the fullest. Do your absolute best to make sure your children have the opportunity to do the same no matter what the sacrifice. I will be sending John some commissary money. I hope he gets to see freedom with his daughter one day. Does he deserve a medal 🏅?
Do the meal prep today. It takes 45 minutes and changes the entire week.
Exactly what to make:
- Hard-boil a dozen eggs
- Cook a large batch of ground beef or chicken thighs
- Roast two sheet pans of vegetables with olive oil and sea salt at 400 for 25 minutes
- Wash and portion all produce so it is visible in the fridge
- Make a large salad dressing: olive oil, lemon, garlic, Dijon, sea salt
I’ve met people who smoke a pack a day, never step foot in church, and swear like sailors but if you call them at 2 a.m., they’ll drop everything to help you, even if it means handing you their last ten dollars.
Then I’ve met people who sit in the front row every Sunday, pray daily, and can quote Scripture with ease, yet the second they get home they’re tearing people down.
“Did you see what she was wearing?” “Did you hear who got divorced?”
They’re more interested in collecting other people’s business than actually helping anyone.
And somehow they still look down on you for not going to church.
Calling yourself a Christian doesn’t cover up a nasty heart.
Being a good person isn’t about what you do in public.
It’s how you treat people when no one’s watching.
It’s whether you show up when someone actually needs you.
It’s whether you can help without needing everyone to know you helped.
It’s whether you can look at someone who lives differently than you and still treat them with basic kindness.
So no, I stopped judging people by appearances a long time ago.
I’d rather sit next to a smoker with a foul mouth and a good heart than a sweet-smelling person who treats others like shit behind their back.
Something about this is really getting to me
A confident and understated performance in front of a hundred thousand people all glued to every note and not their phones
This will never happen again
One day, a woman will sit alone and remember the man who loved her when she couldn’t even love herself. The one who saw her flaws and still called her beautiful. The one who stayed when loving her wasn’t easy. And the saddest part? She’ll finally understand the love he was trying to give her, but he’ll no longer be the man waiting for her to understand.
The most deserved belt in history was given to Bridger Walker the little boy who saved his little sister from a German shepherd dog. He had 90 stitches all over his body, but saved his three-year-old sister from certain death. And had said "If anyone has to die, it would be me, I am the big brother" ❤️ 👉 The World Boxing Council 94 94 (WBC) has recognized him as a full time world champion. He has the official WBC historical record, for being the best fighter in the world for a day. 👏👏👏👏👏 total respect, 👏👏👏👏👏
"People aren't ready, this is gonna change everything"
You know what people weren't ready for? Fucking mammoths. Tigers eating them. Monkeys ripping their arms off. The black plague. The ice age. Smallpox. Vikings pulling up on the beach. Drinking water that gives you diarrhea until you die. Getting a scratch and losing your whole leg. The Mongols. The Spanish Inquisition.
One volcano can send us back to the dark ages and these safety guys are gonna be shocked. Oh the robots didn't kill us? It was a volcano? Imagine their disappointment as the hot ash rains down on them.
A solar flare is gonna explode your phone in your pocket your legs are gonna be covered in battery acid and your bank account will stop working. You're afraid of a computer program doing math?
"Things are moving too fast" homie you live on a rock that periodically deletes everything. You are one the most luckiest entities in a 100 light year radius living during a golden era. Cheer up.
My ancestors crossed an ocean in a wooden box because they ran out of fucking potatoes.
"The social disruption will be enormous!"
Nigga World War 2? World War 2? Hop in the people carrier we're landing on the beach.
Are these people out of their fucking minds? Do they not know what we've survived already?
A couple decades of air conditioning and people suddenly think oh this is the natural condition of mankind. No. We used to have eight kids because seven didn't make it. You're gonna be fine. Man the fuck up.
Accelerate.
One day it hits you.
You’re suddenly the same age your parents were in your oldest memories. Changing a tire, paying the bills, packing your lunch before school. And you expect to feel… grown up. Like you’ve finally figured it all out. But you don’t. You still feel like "you". Still unsure. Still learning as you go. And that’s when it clicks, your parents weren’t these fully formed adults back then either. They were just kids too. Scared, winging it, trying to do their best with what they had. We spend so long seeing our parents as the steady ones. Then you realize they were figuring it out right alongside you the whole time.
Yaşım ilerledikçe mutluluğun sakin sabahlar, temiz bir ortam, erken yatmak, güvenli bir ev ve enerjimi tüketmeyen insanlardan ibaret olduğunu daha çok anlıyorum.
I need to make a very PUBLIC announcement on behalf of younger GenXers and older Millennials.
If you see someone in their 40s or 50s who seems a little boring now, I need you to understand something...
We already got it in.
Like...GOT. IT. IN.
We are not sitting home on a Friday night because we never knew how to have fun.
We are sitting home on a Friday night because we have seen enough.
We went to parties in houses that should have been condemned and were almost certainly owned by the local drug dealer.
We saw police lights and RAN and not across a nice, flat field.
INTO THE WOODS.
Do you understand the athleticism required to hurdle uprooted tree roots in platform shoes while simultaneously trying to keep your low-rise jeans from sliding completely off your ass?
And somehow...we never spilled the Zima. We never spilled the Boone’s Farm.
That was TALENT.
We slept on floors in strange houses because the designated driver either never showed up or, in a shocking turn of events, was drunker than everybody else.
There was no Uber, Life360 or Find My Friends.
There was just somebody named Mike saying, “I know a shortcut.”
And we FOLLOWED MIKE.
We closed down bars and then decided the night was still young, so we drove to Atlantic City, where we somehow managed to get drunk, sober up, get drunk again, sober up again and then get drunk a THIRD TIME before breakfast.
And according to our parents? We were at Michelle’s house.
Eating pizza and watching movies.
Michelle’s mother unknowingly covered for approximately 17 people every weekend. If there even was a Michelle.
We drank things called Purple Passion, Mad Dog 20/20 and whatever somebody mixed inside a giant plastic garbage can. Nobody asked what was in it. You grabbed a red Solo cup and trusted the process.
We went to clubs until the lights came on. Do you know the psychological damage of seeing a nightclub with the LIGHTS ON? Nothing good happens after those lights come on.
We danced for four straight hours in shoes that permanently altered the structure of our feet.
We made entire plans without cell phones...no texts, dropped pins or group chats...just an extremely questionable sense of direction.
We rode in cars with 11 people when the vehicle legally seated five. Someone was always sitting on someone. Someone was always in the hatchback.
And there was always one friend yelling, “DUCK!” when we passed a cop.
So yes...now we like being home.
We like sweatpants.
We like cancelling plans.
We like saying, “That sounds fun!” with absolutely no intention of attending.
We like restaurants at 5:30 because we can get a good table.
We like being home by 8:17.
And if someone texts at 9:30 PM and says, “What are you doing?”
Sleeping...we are sleeping.
Because this is not boring my friends...this is retirement.
We already played, partied and danced on the bar.
We already ran from the cops through a wooded area dressed like a Spice Girl.
We have stories that cannot be posted because there are still people with careers, marriages and reputations to protect. And thank GOD there were no camera phones.
So kids, when you look at your Gen X and older Millennial parents sitting peacefully on the couch watching Dateline at 8 PM and think:
“God, you guys are boring.”
Sweetheart...oh sweetheart.
You are looking at retired legends.
Put some respect on our names. We're probably the reason Life360 was invented.
xoxoxo (posted from someone else on FakeBook) 🤣 #genx #oldandtired