Evolution

I was reading the science section of The New York Times today and came across an article about Darwin and his theories of evolution, selection, and origin. His theories may be 150 years old but I have a modern take on his work. Have you ever walked into a club/bar and found numerous pairs of eyes on you? If you have then congratulations, Darwin's natural selection is still in effect today. Women in today's society are either looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now. What attracts a person to another individual? Some people would say that it would be their sense of humor or their charming personality. I don't quite agree with that. Yes, I want someone who I can talk to and share personal details of my life with but I know I don't give everyone fair opportunity. Before you hear a person talk, you first see their physical appearance. I would love to say that I am not so shallow but its just the way we are programmed. Our mind secretly searches for the right criteria that makes us as humans attracted to another person. I know before I even approach a woman I take in certain physical characteristics they have. I look for someone with darker hair automatically, taller, beautiful eyes, and a nice rack. If that check off list is finished then I will approach the woman. Physically I can be attracted to someone but if its not there mentally and emotionally a one night stand is the best next step. I could probably walk away from that person but like natural selection says, organisms best adapted to their environment tend to survive and transmit their genetic characteristics.

This Fucking Mother Fucking Prick Fuck Bastard

WORD OF THE MONTH (July)

This word is dedicated to Sammy.

Its only a four letter word but it rolls off the tongue like water. Its a noun, verb, and even an interjection. Its the word your parents would never let you use in the house and if you were heard saying it you were sure to get punished. Every time you said it though it felt as if for that split second you were in control. It just plain old felt good to say. Your friends on the school bus would garner popularity for using this tiny word. Your father would accidentally spew it after stubbing his toe on concrete. A single word that doesn't appear to be superior to any other word in the dictionary but one that comes with multiple meanings and earns the right to the top spot.

FUCK

FUCK, FUCKER, FUCKING, FUCK UP, FUCK OFF, HOLY FUCK, and the list continues.
- I don't give a fuck
- I want you to fuck me now
- You are such a mother fucker
- Fuck, that's awesome
The word fuck used differently in each sentence.

My favorite definition of fuck- An act of sexual intercourse or a partner in sexual intercourse.
She was a good fuck. I want to fuck her until she screams. Fuck, keep going.

Such a tiny word but in the right sentence can have a huge impact.
Mission- Use the word fuck as many fucking times as you can and fuck any stupid fucker who doesn't think fuck is a fucking spectacular fucking word!

The Doctor Is In

I was going to start my blogging experience with the present but decided that the past helped mold the person I am today. I will go back to where my "disorder" began. I was born in New York and was the second son born to my parents. Two more boys were born and our family of six was complete. My father wasn't your typical dad who sat around on Sunday's and read the paper. He was the type of man who would get outraged if a bed wasn't made right or there was a dish in the sink. Military dad was far from kind and even farther from being a parent. My mother was the doting wife who would have dinner on the table at 5 P.M. every night. She even ironed our socks. My eldest brother was the quintessential do-gooder. Perfect in school and the best football player my parents had ever seen. I was everything my father detested. I didn't do well in school and I didn't want to play football. I saw my father watching television one night and it landed on a hockey game. He told me that only fuck ups played hockey because they weren't strong enough to play football. So I was drawn to hockey from that second on. Anything that pissed him off I was all for. My father was an abusive prick and in the end my mother and father divorced. This is where things gets worse. My father being that predictable prick couldn't see my mother keep all four kids. A judge split custody of the four kids. Two to my mom and two to my father. We would switch for vacations and holidays. I would rarely see my two other brothers. I turned 15 and thought the world was mine. I was slowly taking my father out of my life. Fuck what the court had to say and fuck what my father had to say. I had lived as his punching bag for 15 full years and I was done with it. He didn't care that I was making a quick exit since I was the experiment gone wrong. I decided then was the time to get into some shit that maybe wasn't the best for any 15 year old. Pot was a savior in some ways. It gave me a feeling of euphoria, something that at that point I needed desperately. If I could get that feeling from pot I knew I could get different feelings from different drugs. I started my rounds of smoking, inhaling, or snorting anything that made me feel like someone else. It got to the point that while I was fucking someone I was stopping constantly to take a hit of any drug that was near me. I was such a catch! My life spiraled a little from there. Suicide attempts, a pregnancy, an abortion, detox, therapy, failed relationships and the list goes on and on. By the time I was 18 my life was back on track. It was still far from perfect but it fit my new style. I moved out of my house and dormed for four years. I didn't know what to do with my life but somehow my father helped me pick. Remembering back to when I was little I used to say I wanted to be a doctor. On que my father bashed that dream by telling me that I was worthless or stupid. Checking off the pre-med box was one of the greatest days in my life. I knew I was going to have to work for it and here I am a doctor. I had some bumps but I am here writing this story. I would have loved to start my blog off with something funny or witty but that's not what came to mind first. I had to tell my story so anything that I do write from here on makes perfect sense. I have a fucked up life and an even crazier fucked up family. Sometime I wish I grew up differently but than I would be different. No, I am not your typical doctor but I know who I am and where I am going in life.