You struggle to start life afresh ! A new hope, a new direction, but days later your life's something else entirely!! much much worse then what it was.

I've spent years trying to come to terms with it. alternating between sleeplessness and nightmares, between living and merely existing, between holding on and spinning my wheels. Life’s taken some odd twists and turns.

In the final analysis, however, acceptance is inevitable. Because life goes on. It's in our nature to hold on and not move forward. To pick up the pieces of our broken lives and broken hearts and try to make them whole again. There's no point in anger, or bitterness. Of living in the past or in dwelling on what might have been. Life is what it is and all I can do is learn from it and be the best I can be.

SPYKID !!

At 6:00am this morning I pressed the button for the elevator and was waiting for it to come along. Then this kid on his way to school comes up, sees me & pushes the elevator button again. Wait a sec, You see me waiting there. You see the button lit up. Do you have to push it too? You think maybe you have some special magical elevator touch? And that when you touch that button, the elevator detects your scent?

Whoa 'spykid' , thank God you came along and pushed that button for me because I’m sure the elevators thinking “This Glenn can push my button all day, but I'm gonna hang out up here for awhile until.... fuck, that's spykid! Forgive me spykid I'm coming! I'm coming!”

Anyway, we get in and the elevator starts going down. Somewhere midway, this school girl gets in and we’re on our way again. I get off the elevator and keep walking. Suddenly I remember I had parked my car closer to the emergency exit. So I turn back to get to the stairs of the emergency exit. Im walking down the stairs and see the most amusing site anyone would expect before sunrise. 'Spykid' and 'School Girl' making out !! I have to admire their courage to do that in their uniforms, at no older than 12 years and at 6:00am. Yeah, I know, making out is part of the relationship package no matter what. But I’m not in the mood for soft core porn at 6:00am in the morning, and please not at the emergency exit.

Get a room kids! I look at my neighbour 'spykid' and give him the.. ‘Give me your elevator powers or I'm gonna be telling your mom about you’ smirk. Maybe I belong to an era long gone. But I'm really wondering if its ok for kids to be making out in their uniforms before sunrise?

SHE WANTS TO GET BACK IN MY LIFE AGAIN !!

A sneaky bitch she was, I never wanted to see her again. Life was such a happy song before she arrived once more. Stealthily she appeared on my doorstep, Her arrival camouflaged by silence. I had a premonition she was coming; my silver spoon falling off. Suddenly, water spilled for no reason.. and the headaches?? I was in denial. I thought she was an illusion and tried closing my door. But she just kept on knocking, what a bitch.

Then everything began to fall. Slow days and more bad headaches. Friends leaving. Loved ones fighting. work never seemed to be right. All i could do was stare, sleep and sigh, everything's falling I thought. I fumbled on what to do. I could never ask her to leave. i could see that smirk on her face. She seemed to enjoy my predicament. She even asked for half my bed. Half my bed! To be a part of my life. How could i sleep after what she'd done to me before? It was almost eternity, until I realized She was here to stay, for as long as I wouldn't accept.

Then we started talking. Her visits more frequent. I'd been wasting time on so many earthly things she grieved. She is the enigma of what i forgot to do in the past and her aura, a strong reminder of what I was before. "You can always enjoy what you have today, but remember what you were yesterday and what you want for yourself tomorrow". "Because if you fail, I will surely knock again in your doorstep and occupy even the whole of your bed!!"

I shivered.

She is the warning- a recurring, distasteful stench that reminded me of the foolishness I've preoccupied myself with now. I let her have her way, I could sleep on my couch I know, I did that before. I called my friends talked to them about my visitor and said sorry If i was a total asshole. All this I did waiting for that bitch to go.

Well, now I don't care. Donn't matter to me if she's there or not. I do my stuff, just like before. And she went away, unnoticed just like that. The bitch. I wasn't able to get her name.

Most people around call her"BOREDOM". Maybe it was an appropriate name after all..

I dreamt last night that I met this girl who I went to kindergarten with, she terrorised me in my KG class. Those two sentences got very confusing. Damn. Anyway, I really hated that girl as a kid.

In my dream she adopted a baby from Dunkin' Donuts. It turned out to be a really bad baby, kind of like Problem Child. She was all mad about this baby, but I felt sorry for her and told her that it was a bad idea to get a baby at Dunkin' Donuts. I was kind of just like, "Shoulda just got a chocolate frosted donut. Can't go wrong there. They're not really known for their babies." I don't think I said that exact line, but that was the gist. I want to have dreams like normal people.

I thought I'd go to the Park for a run yesterday. Was a beautiful day. I was there playing mini-soccer with a couple of fellas. We were able to find a patch of land unoccupied by too many people, it wasn't the most ideal place to dodge a soccerball. But it did the job.

At one point, a father and his two kids decided to start kicking around a soccer ball too. Great. Now I've got to watch out for those kids or else I've got blood on my hands. One of the kids is this cute little two-year-old girl smiling like an idiot kicking the ball. I get a ball hit to me, it's in the dirt and it skips by me. Now, it looks like a laser-guided football making it's way right towards little Sally (that's what I named her). Of course, I can't do anything. The ball is going way faster than me and stupid little Sally is just standing there kicking a ball that's almost as big as she is. I can't yell at her to tell her to move. Shouting "Hey two-year-old, dive!" would probably not work.

So the ball zooms right behind her little legs and just misses her. She, still kicking the soccer ball and still smiling like a dumb little kid without a care in the world. She's OK.

After that, there was another ball that was overthrown and went near her. Not as close as the other one, but dangerous enough where if I was a father I would realize the danger and move to a more kid-friendly area in the park. But apparently Sally's father is stupider than she is, despite the many more years he's had on this planet. He decides to stay there. I wanted to pick her up and start running. I'd run with her for about ten feet, then put her down and turn to the father and say, “Keep an eye on your kids, ya dumb fuck." Except I wouldn't have used such coarse language in front of little Sally.

I often think my blog is infinitely more interesting than I am.

One time I was talking to a girl, and during a lull in the conversation, she said to me, "I wish your blog was here." I don't believe she intended for it to sound as bad as it sounded. But it sounded bad. But I’ve got over it now.

ANNOYING QUESTIONS

You have either landed here for the first time today…or you have been reading my crap since kingdom come. Whatever be the case, you probably wonder..

what kind of guy would write such crazy stuff.

I know you know. I know you know how incredibly annoying it is to be bombarded with these kinds of stupid questions every single day of your life. Because it happens. It happens to all of us. All of the time.

What? Where? Who? When? How?

Some questions don't have answers but are asked on a daily basis anyway. Some questions have easy answers but you hate answering it because the question itself is just dumb. Then there are those questions that don't even need an answer and so you question why the question was even asked in the first place.

Confused? atleast I think I am. I know i wanted to make a point here but i cant quite remember what it was.

THIS ONES FOR THE GUYS

Why don't women pick the right guys? Or even more to the point - why do women pick all the wrong guys?

To me all women fall for 3 things, because I know what they want. atleast most of the women today chose guys with the 3 things that I have outlined below. So..

1. BE DANGEROUS – women love danger. So be dangerous and beat your girls routinely.

2. BE DESIRABLE – women love it when men are wanted by other women. The only way to show that you're wanted by another women, is to have sex with other women, If you're caught cheating on the woman that you are “with”, first deny it, then admit to it and then make up an excuse about it not being your fault and how the other women took advantage of you. Once she's taken you back, the sex will be 10x better.

3. BE A JERK – women love men that are jerks. So be a jerk, be a really great one: never hold the door for her, rarely compliment her, rarely tell her that you love her and never ever call her back until she has called you at least 3-times. If you do accidentally compliment her, don’t panic; take it back by picking at one of her flaws until she cries.

Im not as sarcastic as i thought i could be.

Women I believe are like cats. They sneak around, enjoy being petted, don’t get along with other cats, are always attention hungry and leave you when you’re dying. Oh and yes they dig their nails into you.

Men on the other hand they say are a lot like dogs. They get along easier with other dogs, are loyal and simply basic creatures. But just like men, dogs have one downfall; they chase cats. I have never actually seen a dog catch a cat which makes me wonder why they even bother. The same goes for men chasing women, although its amusing how some women look at you and expect to be chased.

(Disclaimer: I do realize that about 65% of the male population has the IQ of a stray and another 10% enjoys chasing same-sex dogs, this article of course does not apply to them.)

Out of all the moments that one can choose to learn how to play an instrument, neighbour girl decided to give it a shot at 2am on tuesday night, right outside my balcony.

Out of all the instruments one can choose to learn on, she decided she would learn a clarinet.

And out of all the songs one can choose to play, she decided she would learn the 'Auld Lang Syne'.

Its early november, why would someone play a Scottish New Year song this early.

For 30-minutes I listened to her rendition of how 'Auld Lang Syne' could be played wrongly. She finally managed to play the entire notes correctly. Atleast her getting the notes correct was less stressfull.