Cubicles

I have a personal vendetta aganist cubicles.

See, Cubicles SUCK!

I've had my fair share of office jobs, and the only downside, besides the monotonous task of "busy work", are cubicles. Matter fact, I feel as if everyone that works in a cubicle does some sort of "busy work" at least once during their workday. You might even ask, who are you to even think I deserve more than a cubicle? Shouldn't you be thankful? Yes, I am extremely grateful to have been able to work in an office instead of a grocery store or a fast-food kitchen, but it still doesn't change the fact that cubicles are more unbearable than watching nothing but Tyler Perry Films on a family road trip.

But why? Maybe it's because I hate the idea of someone looking over my back? Or maybe it's because I feel like I'm trapped between a 6 foot wide open square? Or maybe because, there isn't a freaking door? I mean what kind of office doesn't have a door? Oh wait, that's because it isn't even an office!

I currently work in the Financial Aid Center, and have to embrace the very thing I hate every single day for 4 hours straight, cubicles. The only way to get through my day at work is by listening to music through my headphones, and sadly I forgot them one day. So of course I'm pissed because I have to climb a mountain of work without comfort. Sick thing is, there were a pair of speakers on my desk, but what could I do with speakers, if I don't have a door? EXACTLY, which is why I'm standing by my animosity towards cubicles.

Let's Eat

Where I stand as a man is somewhere between accomplishment and ambition, with hidden drive in my eyes only seen by those who are a part of, what I'm a part of. You see, where we've been, and where we are, are small matters compared to where we're going. My desire for success is not limited to what so many see. A full purse and a dime in pocket, cars, cribs, clothes. In short nice boats with no paddles sitting in shit's creek. Such goals are alluring to say the least but are merely worldly representations of what most see as achievement. A sugar r coated vision of what people consider their just dessert for whatever hardship they've endured. Who am i to call one man or another deserving of such a hollow meal? My focus is instead lies on filling my own plate. Metaphorically speaking,  I would only step out to get breakfast, AND I'M EATING! Not just to fill my hunger, but to repay those who taught me to fish rather than feed me so that I would never go hungry.

 I’ll make it simple, if you fell off track somewhere with where I’m going…because I know one of you did. What I mean is, you have to chase your dreams, just the way you feed yourself. I call it eating, because just as in nature, you either eat or get eaten. And in this world, I feel that we have to do just that; EAT!

Well this is food for thought, now it's your turn to do the dishes. Take heed and EAT!

A Look At A Retro-Future

I was on the internet and I stumbled across this website that posted nothing but classic, vintage art works and collectibles. I came across these "futuristic" ads, and they were extremely interesting. It was odd thinking about how our grandparents fantasized about how different life would be in the 21st century. I also observed how exploited the female body was in advertising, and how the vicious cycle began a long time ago. I posted the following ad's because they went along with my blog's DNA and outline. These ad's are classic ads, in the sense that they were made 50 or so years ago, but also futuristic, in the sense that they were predicting the future, in the ads.

 
RetroFUTURISTIC Advertising: Advertising that Reminisces & Looks FORWARD 

Where have you been?

I am a firm believer in the saying, "Experience is the best teacher." Not to be cliche, or the lame who spits out quotes, but honestly when someone asks, "Who are you?" My mind immediately refers back to the questions, what have you done & where have you been? Those questions shed light on your experiences, your success, & your failures.

See I've been spoiled, I've been neglected, I've been hungry, & I've been privileged. I've yearned, I've adapted, I've developed, & I've survived. I've stolen, I've lied, I'ved consumed poison, & I've educated. I've cared for & I've nourished.

I feel like I have seen both sides of life, from the extreme wealth & opulence that comes with SMU, to the destitution & struggle, that comes with my family background. I've witnessed waste & I've witnessed meal rationing, & that's what makes me who I am today. I've fallen somewhere in the middle between the two opposite extremes, & I'm thankful for that. Why? Because of awareness. Something that is as under-rated as finding deals & steals on craigslist.

Thought I'd give a little basic biographical information, if all else failed.

My name is Gabriel O'brien Towles, & if you're curious I am not irish. I guess my parents just thought it'd be cool to give me an obscure Irish middle name. I'm from Nashville, Tennessee & sadly I have some of the greatest hate for country music. However, I'm still waiting on someone to prove me wrong & show me a country tune that blows me away. But until then, I'm standing by my animosity.

P.S. Don't forget to live, & not just exist