I understand that it might be easier to think about getting off your arse than actually physically lifting an ass cheek.

I observe things a lot. What can I say? I'm like a hawk in the sky waiting to swoop down and tell you you're being watched while your checking your nose in the mirror for boogers... I'm also a bit odd--but this post isn't about that.

I, like the rest of you out there, have conversations in my head about scenarios that will probably never happen. But trust me I understand how good it feels telling that annoying girl off or coming up with a witty comeback to a conversation you had 4 hours ago. It's just too bad that some of those scenarios in our little heads can't be reality. Or are they in some sense--reality? Now, what I'm about to say may come as a shock to some of you. Ready? Ok (Gimme an A! No? Fine.). You are the only person that can hear your own thoughts. Wow. What an epiphany. Unfortunately, to my knowledge at least, the only mind-reading occurring anywhere is in X-Men with the creepy old guy in the wheelchair. He always has those annoying headaches. It's like man up!

The point is, so many of us are obsessed with the little thoughts in our own heads or worrying about the thoughts in other peoples' heads that that's what we're too busy doing. Living in our thoughts. How many of us can say we haven't been preoccupied in our thoughts so much so that there are times we don't know how we got to our doorstep because we don't remember the drive home? Or what about the times you don't hear a word of what's said during conversations or classroom lectures because you're too busy thinking about something else?

A problem my fellow humans have today is avoiding the stark reality that is in front of our eyes. Instead of facing the enormous whale-shit of problems we have, we just avoid them by living in fantasy worlds like twitter, facebook and "other" sites. We create these places partly because it's easier to stalk people and they're addictive but the other part is probably because we want to create imaginary worlds where things aren't as hard and doesn't require much effort. And to believe these sites weren't here 10-15 years ago. We had TV to drown our emotions and lives back then.

Gosh. I guess what I'm trying to say is our reality, this very life, is there right in front of us and too many of us are missing out. Myself included. We're missing out because life can be discouraging and downright unbearable at times and that in itself is enough to make many of us quit and/or use unhealthy coping mechanisms like living in our imaginations rather than in reality.

An important lesson my parents have taught me throughout life is that someone, somewhere, out there has it way worse than you and me. It's true. It might not seem true. You just have to look for them. Track them down. Ask them to tell you how shitty it's been for them. Go ahead. It'll make yourself feel better. Either that or make you feel like your not alone on Crappydayweekandevenmonth Island.

Don't let the discouraging parts discourage you. Easier said than done. Easier to read than actually apply. But trust me you don't want to grow old to live with regret of not enjoying the time you had because you were to preoccupied with other things like your thoughts and things that don't matter. A lot of those people exist out there.

So now comes the advice. Get your ass up from your computer. Have a conversation (at least one for starters) with a person and give them your undivided attention. Look at their body language, listen to the tone of their voice, the expressions on their face. Oh and make sure this convo is with someone who isn't monotone or someone that is meaningless or annoys you. Call your Mom and Dad and tell them you love them (because who else, honestly, is worthy of it? And damn it, you better mean it).

That's all the thoughts I have for now. For anyone reading out there. HELLOOOO.

I think I just heard an echo.