Sunday, October 7

"H.A.L.T. yo bitch ass"

Most recently, my personal decisions in life have taught me that there are great consequences of my actions.

Those actions  and consequences are not tonight's topic.

Know when you get so hungry that your belly could eat itself if it could?
How angry do you get?
Lately, I've been lonely. Real lonely.
I'm always tired by the end of the day.

H.A.L.T. is a newly fantastical perspective on the dynamics on how people can fuck up so bad. It's when we don't listen to our conscience or spirit animal screaming to not do exactly what you are about to do. I'll explain.

Ever get that feeling when you are about to do something bad. You know it's bad. He knows that you know that she knows it's a bad fucking idea. So, you go and do it anyway. For whatever reason. When in hindsight, you should have halted yo bitch ass self. Said, "Maybe I should eat something first. Who pissed me off today? Who am I missing right now. Besides exhausted, what's tired even mean?"

What about before a heated discussion to your partner about how you feel mistreated and taken advantage of, despite your lack of respect for their character and willingness to put up with your bullshit?

Maybe you just plain gotta forget about the world and all the problems in it just for a night?

It's in these dire moments that a moment of reflection is in order. It takes a highly trained fucker-upper to know just what is happening around themselves to know that bad shit is going to happen.

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Lezbihonest for a moment, it's not "if" you fuck up.... (say it with me) it's "when".

If you're smart; you'll learn the first time around.

There's been a time where food is scarce and rolled oats with honey peanut butter and almonds is the most delicious thing on the planet because it fills you up for a couple hours.

But you're bitch ass could go for a some buttered, garlic chicken right about now. That's H.ungry

Somebody just ground your gears so bad... well, you could spit. That, my friends, is A.ngry

The man you've slept next to every night for the past 1,825 nights is missing. That's L.onely

Before your heavy head hits the pillow at night, you are stead fast asleep. That's T.ired

When all four are combined, it resonates with a warning to all fucker-uppers and non-fucker-uppers to H.A.L.T. yo bitch ass, slap you up side the head, and say "Stop whatever it is the fuck you are doing. Stop it right now, fool"

You don't have to just be a fucker-upper like me to adhere to H.A.L.T. because every aspect of life can be reviewed through these crimson-colored glasses.



Thanks for reading,









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    -A.A. Definition of H.A.L.T.

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