My Way to Happiness
Fragments
She didn’t argue. Presently, the temperature in the cockpit rose.
“In case you’re wondering,” Aura said audibly, “I have my eye turned off.”
Sasun giggled, then reinserted her tongue into my mouth. Continue reading
iScorp
Know your place. That is going to be the recurring theme of this rant. If you can’t handle that, stop reading now. Continue reading
Who Cares?
Despite all of Roc’s Rules thus far, we still rationalize and justify our own self-doubts and insecurities. We think “It’s fine for the character of Roc, he’s meant to be an arrogant prick.” Continue reading
Roc’s Rule #547
Passion can be more compelling than facts.
Roc’s Rule #546
Squats are bad for your knees? False. Being fat is bad for your knees.
Pull-Up Challenge
In honour of my recently destroyed and soon to be re-imagined shoulder rotator cuff, this month’s challenge will be a Pull- Up Challenge. Head on over to Roc’s Challenges in order to post some comments, or comment below.
Your Song
It used to be our tribal way where the birth date of a child was counted not from when they were born, nor from when they were conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in the mother’s mind. And when a woman decided that she would have a child, she would go off and sit under a tree, by herself, and she would listen until she could hear the song of the child that wanted to come. And after she’d heard the song of this child, she would come back to the man who would be the child’s father, and teach it to him. And then, when they made love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they would sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it. Continue reading
Roc’s Rule #545
Obesity doesn’t run in your family. Nobody runs in your family.
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