The
Nicest Person You Will Ever Get To Know!
I told little white lie there. But I am still referring to me, of course, and if you are reading this, then you already know who I am, or should at least, and if you don't you will get to know the “blog-me” me really fast. For the little peons that
don’t already know me, my name is Justin “Awesome” Silva. And no my name is not
spelled “J-U-S-T-E-N, although no one has ever spelled it like that before with
an “E.” I’m surprised.
I
am over twenty-one years of age, which means I can consume alcohol and I
consume a lot of it, especially when I’m depressed, which is not a lot anymore since
I “found the light” and am mighty damn proud of it. I use to go to a crummy
little community college – Mount San Jacinto College and then I moved up from
‘super poor-to-just plain poor,’ and attended an slightly less crummy college
called Chaffey, which sat in the rich bitch area of Rancho Cucamonga called
Alta Loma. I am too poor to ever live there, so my parents decided we move to a
town on the other side of Victorville called Oro Grande. Yeah, I still don’t
know how to get home. It’s in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere! I hate the damn
town, but I am optimistic and won’t be living there much longer.
Sooo,
if I’m not mistaken I act, write, direct and do all of the above. I love
performing and entertaining people and I’d say I do it well. I decided to write
this blog because I was bored or some shit like that. Some topics need to be
talked about and if this blog ever becomes controversial - to quote hip-hop
artist Fatman Scoop on a little TV show, “Who the fuck cares?!”
Some
more of my hobbies include reading, watching TV of all sorts, and talking. Boy,
do I love to talk and the people that know me really well will agree with me.
When I climb on top of my amazing soap box, I will tell it like it is and am
not afraid to.
I
hope you enjoy this little insightful informational blog and if you don’t grow
some balls and suck it up. Let’s get started. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Friends
‘Til The End
I
gotta say one thing I must have the most loveable fuck-head friends that I’ve
ever had in my life. Since this is my first blog I have to truly recognize the
best friends I had. In no particular order:
JP:
Stop being a sexy suave, Mister. I’m jealous.
Becky:
Bad ass bitch 2.0
Jesse:
Cocky asshole and #1 Bro!
John
Mata: Thinks he’s a DJ. I think his name is ‘DJ Be Original’
Jake:
I don’t wanna talk about you on here. Call me, later, and I’ll tell you.
Giustina/Freddie:
The fittest of all my high school friends.
Um.
. .I’ll do another six friends next month. I love all my friends and would do
almost anything for them. The only thing I won’t do is sleep with any of them.
I’m not a whore.
Don’t
Fall Off The Band Wagon
Last
week, I got out of my car, like I do every day and this hillbilly lady missing
almost all of her teeth walked behind my car and noticed my amazing license
plate which had the baseball team the Yankees on it. I don’t follow many
sports. I hate sports, but I love baseball. It’s probably because I played the
sport for ‘X’ many years and loved it. . .or so I remember. Well, when this dumb
bitch walked up behind my car she immediately asked “what part of New York are
you from?” and my stepdad responded by saying “we’re not from New York – he just
likes the Yankees” and this dumb fuck manically laughed put her 1960s radio headset
back on and walked off. I don’t know who the fuck she thought she was, but she
acted like an idiot. My only thought is she didn’t like the Yankees because
they aren’t winners right now.
Do
you have to like a team just because they aren’t winning at the present time?
You should like the team because you like them. No other reason. I can kinda
see following a certain player. That is one thing, but liking a team just
because they are winners. That’s fucked up! The team is sad and they need your
support. I’ve never understood why people by a whole lot of their teams crap
and then the following season when they lose, all the dumb asses get rid of the
teams they were rooting for. I don’t understand it and probably never will.
How
do you feel when people jump on the bandwagon?
Judgmental
Churches
I
am not a fan of an organized church. I believe what I believe. I was raised Catholic
and it was the worse years of my life. I went to a Catholic school, on an
island known as Hemet/San Jacinto, called St. Hyacinth Academy and it sucked. I
was belittled and made fun of. The students there, my classmates, called me “faggot,”
“queer,” and told me to “stop humping the fence,” and did the teachers do
anything about it? No. Not at all. I was always to blame and was down in the principal’s
office. When my mother (who was separated from my father) wanted to register me
again for eighth grade the dumb old hag in the office told me in her “I’m an innocent
Catholic virgin” voice “we don’t know if we want him back.” Here’s what I say
to St. Hyacinth’s: Fuck off! I transferred to the public school North Mountain
Middle School and the first month of being over in my new school I won Student
of the Month. It made me realize how much the Catholics care only about judging
people and money. Greedy bastards!
Sometimes
I would go with my grandmother to church. And this past Sunday I went with her
to church and have things change or are they just the same judgmental bastards
they always were? And I was right. We were running late due to my dumb ass, so once
we parked I ran ahead of my grandmother to go save a handicap seat in the very
back. I mustn’t haven’t been seated twenty seconds and this old man hag, yes
the husband to old hag number one, approached me and said in a rude voice “handicap
only!” Um. . .so because I don’t have a cane or walker and am not older means I
can’t be handicap. Fuck you!
Not
all handicaps can be seen. One that holds dear to my heart is epilepsy. I’ve
had two friends who have had epilepsy and one passed away due to it in 2013
(RIP William Robles) and you can’t tell that both of them had it. I didn’t know
Will had it until the day he was taken from us. (You are always in our hearts
Will - forever & always)
What
do you think about judging people based on hidden disabilities?
SUGGESTION:
To Love; or Not To Love (That Is The Perspective)
Suggested
by Jacob Cerda
Love.
There is a song about it. It’s all Hollywood talks about anymore. I even wrote
a play about high school love. It was called “Lovers” and focused on a group of
high school friends and their various love lives. Was it based on true events?
Hell yeah! Did I change the names to protect the innocent? Fuck no. Was the
story a bit changed? I would say so.
Love
is a topic that’s been around many, many years. In almost every single story
every written there is some sort of love story surrounding some of the
characters. I love writing about love, because I myself love that feeling when
you start falling for someone. And deep inside even
though
I sound like an asshole, I truly am romantic. The person I am with will have my
heart and I hope to hold theirs.
A
lot of people associated love with hearts. Um, do we not realize that the heart
inside our body doesn’t look like that commercial Valentine’s Day crap! I say
that lightly because I would take the person I’m with on a nice surprise
Valentine’s Day Adventure, but it doesn’t have to be commercialized to show how
much I love the person. Do you think Valentine’s Day is too commercialized and
shouldn’t we love our partners every other day of the year as well?
I
was told a few years ago, probably 2013, that a person I felt in love with –
that I didn’t love the person. It was only lust. Although I do have a really high
sex drive, there are moments when I care about being with a specific person,
and I don’t just care about that person. I actually want to love them and hold
them. Like the song says “let me hold you tight, if only for one night” and
that’s how I feel. Now comes the question, being twenty-four years old, do I
really know about love or do I just think I know what it’s all about? All I can
say about that is I will do my best to figure it out and to love the best that
I know how.
Some
of us hope to find what we call a “soul mate.” Let’s determine what that is. In
my own humble opinion a “soul mate” doesn’t necessarily mean “love.” It can
mean friendship as well. In the United Kingdom, the word “mate” means friend,
so “soul mate” must mean “friend of our soul.” We all have at least one “soul
mate” in our lives, even someone like me. My “soul mate” is not romantic;
however, this person came into my life, stuck by me, and is always there for me
when I need that person, through thick and thin, and that person knows who it
is.
Just
don’t let the yucky word “love” screw you over. To quote my play “Lovers”: “Be
with someone that lights up your world and refuses to blow out the flame.”
FINAL
THOUGHT: “Don’t love those churches as you will fall far from the person you
will truly get to know.”
HAPPY
FALL!
Be Open Minded!
-Justin Silva
