What it is Life?

Hey World Hey,


          Life. One small word, but yet it holds great meaning. Some understand it, and seem to cruise right along in it. Some struggle through and barely make it out. The Bible says life is "a vapor that appeareth for a little time, then vanisheth away." Popular culture says life is a Highway and I'm gonna ride it all night long. Pessimists say life is a B****, optimists say life is beautiful. It seems everyone has an opinion of what life is. That's easy to assess because everyone goes through life differently.

          So honestly, I think people should form their own opinions about life, and do their best to live the best one you can.


          That's it, love ya
                          Vic

What Constitutes Failure?

Hey World,


          The game of life is a tricky game to play. I know that's a very cliche thing to say, but its still remains true. You hear it all the time, people say " You win some, you lose some", as if it is just as acceptable to lose as it is to win. Makes me think, about the times I've "won" in life and the times I've "lost". Are they of equal significance? The answer is no, in fact a HUGE NO! I submit to you that losing, is better than winning....Wait! Let me finish before you freak out...I am saying that ,in life, you get more out of losing than you do winning. That is, if you apply yourself. Which is the constant problem for a a lot of people.

          See when we lose we like to think of it as failing. I don't like to see it that way. Losing is life's way of telling you exactly what you need to do next time to make it better.I believe that failure is two things. First, failure is what happens when you refuse to acknowledge the tools that losing gave you. Its not that you simply don't learn from your loss, its that you refuse to acknowledge that you need to. The thing about losing is you can lose more than once and for more than one reason. This little nugget of "life's lessons" is hard to perceive, hence multiple mistakes, repeats, breakups, missed shots, and lost opportunities. Personal example: I've been in a few relationships, people would call them failed. In some ways I can see why, but if I apply the "loss lessons" ( as I will call them) would it all have been a failure? I like to think I've learned a lot from relationships about myself and what I need, dislike, can tolerate, and love, as well as how I react and function in certain situations. Relationships is only one are though. I remember a situation where I was playing a 3 on 3 basketball game. My team had already beaten the other team 2 games to none. We had a simple formula my teammate would drive the ball in, his father would set an off ball screen for me and my teammate would pass me the ball and I'd shoot the outside jumper. We would do this for at least 5 of the 11 points needed to win. Thing is, the other team caught on to the play and my shooting approach and blocked my shot every time I went up to shoot the ball. I became so frustrated that I stopped trying for the shot, and the other team won the game. What happened there was the other team applied the "loss lessons" and I Failed. We clearly had the skill to beat them for the third time, but I failed to adapt to the new challenges.

          The second way I look at failure, is the refusal to apply what you've learned. You can clearly see that you need to change some things but you don't instead you move on to something different and continue to have mistakes, repeats, breakups, missed shots, and lost opportunities, plague your life. You think your done with it but over and over again it comes back. Why is that? It is because you didn't take the time necessary to apply those loss lessons. So over and over again no matter what you do its going to plague you. It's like this. If your shoes come untied and you fall, do you tuck them back in your shoes without tying them or do you tie them, before you get up? Its simply put in this manner but its a shame how many times we leave our shoes "untied but tucked" in life. I'm so guilty of this just neglecting the fact that I need to improve some area in my life before starting another venture. I think sometimes that its unrelated and won't affect me. WRONG! It always comes around through the side door and takes a big chunk out of my butt. I can't be mad though, I left it there and left the door open for it to sneak in.

          So next time you lose at something or lose someone, remember that life is trying to teach you a lesson, One that could prevent you from further loss in the future and produce a win. More importantly, life is teaching you something that could prevent you from failure.


Till next time world
                    Vic

The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil - Beatrice

Hey World,

          Every story has a beginning, a starting line, a gun blast, the fateful even that changes life as we know it, and this is mine. The first girl, I ever dated, like officially dated. Well, this is my first attempt at least. I could drag out this first paragraph to be structurally sound and feel better about myself, but I am dying to tell you this ridiculous story so I will begin. (See what I did there?)

          Oh the joys of being young and stupid. That is how I will preface this chapter, because that is exactly what it was, young stupidity. There was a time when I was oblivious to every female advance, every "she likes you" hehe, and every note passed. It was kind of pathetic really, but that was how I was. I mean hey, I was 15. Anyway, I kind of just walked around in oblivion happy and complete. Then I met Beatrice.

          At first, I wanted nothing to do with the girl we will call Beatrice. Yes, she was "cute", ok honestly she was beautiful, but I wanted nothing to do with her because my eyes were set on someone else at the time. I ignored Beatrice, and for the most part, barely had conversation with her. I never planned on ever crossing the friendship barrier with her. Apparently, Beatrice had other intentions. After a cruel twist of events like I like to call parental intervention, the girl I had my eyes set on was no longer an option for me. Since she was a dead option, I started to notice the other live options available to me. Some more appealing than others, but none more apparent than Beatrice. See Beatrice liked me and made everyone else aware of it. It started to become clear that I was the only one who hadn't noticed it before. Like the young stupid idiot I was, I started to like the attention, started listening to my horny peers, and started toying with the option of Beatrice. The problem was, Beatrice was vocal about her "like" for me to everyone but me. Apparently she talked about me all the time, she also had pictures, and things of mine, like candy wrappers and things like that. She would talk to everyone but me. Every time I would attempt to strike up conversation with Beatrice, all she would say was hey. No joke she could barely get off 3 words in front of me. This type of conversation, while later on in life was partial inspiration for a song, was in hind sight idiotic and I should have ran from it, but being the before mentioned stupid, young, child, I did not. It was honestly annoying, but I was intrigued, and determined to get to know her better. So I gave her my phone number, and surprise she could talk for hours over the phone but still no words in person.

          Time passed and many moons and overnight phone conversations later, Beatrice grew on me and I decided to ask her out. So being the young stupid kid I was I wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to her. Of course she wrote back because the only thing she could seem to say was my name.  Victor
Perry Marshall (the second), every time I saw her that was the only thing I could get out of her, but as soon as I call her we could talk forever. So as most kids who rack up huge phone bills find out. my parents didn't like my phone habits so they took my phone. That meant, no conversation ever with Beatrice, and soon she slips me another piece of paper, saying we were broken up, and she had found someone else at school. Finally! I was surprised it had lasted that long. It was the weirdest relationship I ever had, because we barely had one. Funny thing is I saw her again almost ten years later, and all she could say was " Hi Victor Perry Marshall (the second)" Haha, disaster averted!



                                                        What I Learn From Beatrice

          First, peer advice is not always best, Take time to actually want to be in the relationship on your own, because your peers won't be in the relationship, you will. If I would have stuck to my original thoughts, this ridiculous relationship would never have happened

          Second, communication is very important. I could not stand the fact that Beatrice couldn't talk to me. It was that star struck, your important, I can't believe I'm actually talking to you mentality, that I hate so much. While I deserve to be treated with respect I'm also human and nobody important. I can't stand that type of girl, especially if she's my girlfriend. It just made me more apt to talk to anybody and everybody and not be closed off to girls I wouldn't ever see myself dating.

          Third, It shows me not to drag a hopeless thing on just to be in a relationship. I'm glad I learned that lesson early, because it could have bit me later on.  Beatrice should have ended before it started and I let it go just to say that I was in a relationship, which I tried to hide as much as possible anyway. See young and stupid.




          World, this is just the beginning of the craziness that was and is my dating life. It gets more interesting I guarantee it. If you enjoy it and have questions or comments please feel free to leave a comment and I will respond and answer them for you.

Till next time
VICTOR PERRY MARSHALL (THE SECOND)

New Beginnings

Hey world,

          So this isn't a poem, or a story about my exes, this is an old fashioned post about me and my life. It's been a while since I've done this but oh well. Things have been great lately. A lot of hard work and patience has finally paid off. I started working as an RT last week and its awesome! Not only does this particular job triple my income, but it also gives me the precise experience in patient care that I need. That in itself is perfect. Its also 2 1/2 hours away from San Diego, so it gives me a fresh plane to focus on work and getting everything together.

         If you read the poem I wrote in a blog a few weeks ago, This is the change I was talking about. Funny thing is it all came in perfect timing. You have to get rid of some things in life before you can start to see change. You can't have things holding you back and expect to go anywhere. That being said, I  had to make this partial move to Indio, CA to find better work opportunities. San Diego is over saturated with new RT grads. There are not many opportunities at the moment, so since the relationship is over and the parents have their own scheme cooking up, I decided to do what I needed to do. There was nothing in SD holding me back anymore. I have my family and friends who I love, but they aren't gonna pay my bills. So on to a better me. Plus I love what I do, and I'm pretty good at it so far.

          So here it is, a new beginning, dark shadows are long gone and lingering somewhere else. No rain on my parade, and the forecast calls for clear skies. No more calls or texts asking if I'm ok  I am and have been fine, and am clearly enjoying life.  I'm exited to see what this new chapter brings to my life. It has already brought a career, the rest is just collateral!

Till next time,
Vic

Boom! Boom! Shake Shake, now DROP

Hey world,


So life dealt you a bad hand. sent you a couple of bombs and it shook you up a bit.

 So WHAT! You've got to learn to get over it and over yourself. Wallow in your pity all you wants to, but the longer you stay there the longer things are going to be the same. Drop the drama, and learn to move forward. Staying in the past only hurts you and others around you.

The thing about a bad hand is that once the turn is over you get a new one, but you will never get a new one if you dont play the turn. The Universe is not out to get you, God is not trying to make your life hell,  and Karma is not coming around to bite you. Its called life, bad things happen that you can't control. How you react to these situations is what defines you, not the circumstance. So yea be the person who wallows or be the person who wallops. Do yourself a favor, drop the petty crap and be strong.


Love ya world
vic

You are not alone

Hey World,

   There are times when everyone feels alone. There are times when you think nobody understands you, and no one cares. I've been there. We have all been there. The funny thing is, in most situations, we are surrounded by people who care about us and love us. We just can't see it. It's a temporary blindness brought on by emotional stress, crisis situations, or maybe you just WANT to feel down. (Believe me, It happens sometimes.) Either way, EITHER WAY,  in these moments we have to pause, we have to calm down, we have to look around and see all that we have, and open our eyes to the love that is waiting for us. It is here when we will see that we've been pushing our friends and loved ones away out of anger and or pity for our own selves. We neglect friendships and burn bridges in our minds that are made of steel in reality. This mentality has to stop. We have to stop and take time to rebuild those relationships or we wont have anything to rebuild later. Only because we've pushed everyone else so far, that it almost takes force to bring them back again.
   

    We grow older and lose friendships, but I want to take time today to recognize some of the people that have made my life bearable lately.

first my family, that goes without saying

My brothers (left to right) Houston and Eddie. whenever I need someone to talk to 

or set me straight, put me in my place, encourage me, or somebody to cry to, I call them.

My dude Danny, Sometimes people go through things that bring them closer together

well, we've been through most of it, and are still strong

My guys, my link to everything ( L2R: Nick, Me, Dan, Jon, and Dave)

Couldn't survive without these guys in my corner

Titus Golden, My shrink, my friend, my conscience, the angel and devil on my shoulder.

Your neighborhood friendly Darryl Gittens, funniest guy I know

with a heart of gold covered chocolate, hit him up ladies on twitter @EightBars

My bro, Kuresa. One of those people you go without, but can't do without.(makes sense think about it)

and yes, he is a ninja.

Now enough of the guys its time for the ladies.

These girls I don't see at all, but I know they pray for me and hold me down on a level that 

I may never understand. (Ana and Una)

This chick, Lisa is always down for fun, and always down to study. Shes always got the 

educational scoop on what's going down at school. She made clinicals fun for me and 

she is a good friend (and yes I am a ninja too)

My mistress Gabby, Love her to death and I just met her. She's Awesome in every sense of the word.

Ancilla doesn't even know me, we never met. We just so happen to follow each other on twitter

but, there have been times when I've seen her tweets at the roughest time of the day and she's made me laugh or smile or just be happy and thankful. Its people like this that do things for you and they will never know.

This is the perfect picture to describe Sarah Pearl. She's a nut but she's a good person and she loves her friends and family.

 Steph is going to kill me for this picture but I don't care, She's one of those people who will come when you call no matter what. She is a very giving person, so sometimes I give her 5 min to talk about unicorns

Allison, If
I could have a daughter who was a year and a half older than me, then Alli would be it. She's so small but she's strong and smart, and packs a mean punch

Here she is, The love of my life Amanda. I could say too much about her so I" will purposely not say enough other than, Without her I would be a mess, and not a hot mess a straight mess.

Last but not least, the woman that made my woman possible. Shirley Tadiarca (Amanda's mom)

She is the first to be encouraging and help me when I need it. She is subtle and precise with me and I like that, she gets me and makes sure she includes me in her prayers.

There are so many others that have made life great for me this past year or so, but many of them are not on social networks and I don't have pics of, and I think I've stolen enough pics for the day, but i am no less thankful  for them all . Take the time to think of those who love you and who you love. Hopefully the more you do, the less you will feel alone, and the happier you will be. 

Love you world,

Vic

BLEH!

Hey world,

You guys ever feel like that..."Bleh?" You know, like its hot outside and your dripping with sweat...Bleh! Your not sick, your not well, you kinda wanna puke but you kinda just wanna eat something...Bleh! Well if you don't know what I'm talking about, your either lying to yourself or your full of it! Either way, I know the feeling. I've been there. As far as you know I'm there now, but guess what citizens of the world... I have the cure for BLEH! 


Its a fresh perspective. That's it, easy as pie. (Which I never understood because a good pie takes work) Change up the scenery, take a vacation. Stop doing the same things you did yesterday. Get up and get out. It is and will always be the cure for Bleh! It's a trigger in the mind that needs to be switched. Leave the car in the garage, the boyfriend/girlfriend on the couch, grab the dog and go! Every now and then switch it up a little or the mundane atrocities of life will give you a bad case of the Bleh's


You heard it here from me
Love ya world
vic

The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil (snippett)

Hey World,
Here is a snippet of my book that I am writing entitled The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil . In this book I talk about all my exes, the way I saw them then, and the way I see them now. I also look at how I was good and bad, the things I did wrong and the things I failed to do. In some ways the book is a self critique, and self "bro-check", in others its a great true story written from my mind. Whatever way you take it, I hope you enjoy.

 Introduction

Right off the bat I want to say the purpose of this book isn’t to glorify the relationships I’ve been in. Nor is it to degrade any of the women I’ve been interested in or dated. It is more to help me see where my mind was at and where it is today in regards to women and how I am in a dating relationship, with the hopes of helping other people realize their own shortcomings and strong suites. All of these women’s names have been changed of course, because let’s face it. People are crazy.

  I don’t want anyone to hunt these girls down and pester them at all. Some of them are happily married with lives of their own and I personally don’t want to be involved with any embarrassment or harassment. However, all of these stories are true and from my own opinion, and as you will see, I hold no punches of what I thought then and what I think now. Some of these stories are indeed humorous and some of them sad. Such is the dating life. I do not consider myself an expert in relationships in any way shape or form. These are simply my own experiences, good and bad, and what I’ve learned from them. Thank you for taking the time to read this far, I hope you will enjoy the rest of the book.

Chapter 4

Stella # 1

                After Sheila I was single again for almost 9 months. That year I moved to Florida for college, I was 16 at the time and felt like the world was in my lap. I was in a new place with new friends, and the girl to guy ratio was 3:1. Need I say more? Now, early on in life I discovered that I loved music. In fact I loved singing and dancing, and I was pretty good at them both. I soon learned to play a real mediocre guitar. That’s when I discovered that if I sang and played the guitar it didn’t matter if it was good or not, girls loved it. So I get to college and I find friends who love to do what I do, sing and dance. We all started writing music together and hanging out frequently. We had our core group of friends, and those who would pop in every now and then. Being kind of full of ourselves like we were, we called them “groupies”, and that is how I met Stella #1.

 At first she was a groupie introduced to me by a friend of mine. I knew right away that I liked her, because to me she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones, my favorite actress of all time. 

(Let us pause and take a moment from the book to honor CZJ)

(mmmmmm... now lets get back to the story, but first... 

                                                                                                                                   ....lol, gets me everytime so funny,  watch workaholics for the reference!)
               


So, I and the CZJ look alike, Stella #1, started hanging out every day.  I started noticing that I was neglecting my other friends more to hang out with her, so I brought her around them. They seemed to like her enough, and then I started noticing I was neglecting other things, like school and exercise. Both of which are not very important to a 16 year old college kid, so I just kept neglecting them. It happened really fast, I spent close to a month with Stella #1 just hanging out, learning her and letting her learn me.  That’s when it hit me. I wanted to date this girl. I would never be able to ask her out to her face, so what did I do? Did I send her a note?  Did I write her a letter? No, I was a maturing man I didn’t revert back to the methods I previously used. So, I sang to her. Yes, I sang to her, but not to her face. I was smart and I called her room phone when I knew she was in class......

 ...What can I learn from Stella #1

                The time me and Stella #1 spent together, added on to a lesson I had previously learned.  Communication is the key to any relationship, but if the truth is not what is being communicated, the conversation is useless.  We talked all the time, but our conversations were never about anything of true value.  I should have looked into her background and history. I needed to know those things in order to properly be her boyfriend. I needed to know things about her, just like she needed to know things about me as well, things like I hate being lied to.

Stella #1 also taught me to take more time to let a person’s true self come out before you decide to jump into a relationship.  I look back and wonder if this would have all came out if I wouldn’t have asked her out. If I would have given it time, what would the outcome have been?

*Obviously there is more to the story which was left out to keep your interest, however the book is in the process of being written and I do hope you all enjoy the story of my life*

Love Ya World,
-Vic