Classic Ruby

So..I like to write, if that wasn’t already obvious to the naked eye, what with me owning a blog and all. But what you may not know is that I really, really like writing. There are times in my life when I say “screw it all, let me just sit down and become a famous author!”. Yes, I do understand it’s not quite that easy, but the way in which I am able to totally get lost in my story as I’m creating it, the way in which I NEVER proof read or edit or whatever else, and somehow or another it all comes out pretty flawless (I’m talking spelling and grammar-wise - if you don’t like my style of writing, obviously it wouldn’t seem so “perfect” to you, but you can’t argue that semantically it’s pretty damn good!) all makes me think that writing was what I was born to do. Of course, I have other ambitions which currently trump writing for the moment, so I get my release by making entries in my blog, but also by writing poetry and short stories. I actually have  a few of them posted on my website www.25andalive.tk. For those observant few of you, you’ll notice this is also the website where you could find my Digital Stories.

Anyway, so I thought I would give you a little taste of my short story writing abilities. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think…and let me know if the actual story inspires any thoughts, feelings, or memories from you.

Breakdowns
A Classic Ruby Original

She runs frantically from room to room, desperately searching for the children she knows aren’t there. She is in tears, on the verge of hysteria. It is almost as though she cant feel her legs anymore, and for a brief moment she wonders how it is possible that her legs still be pumping rapidly underneath her, propelling her from room to room. She doesn’t pause to think however, can’t focus on anything but her task. When she is not going through a panic attack, she wonders whether its the strength of a mothers love or the weakness of a traumatized mind that can keep her moving like this, sometimes for hours, never stopping, never thinking of anything but finding her children, never even feeling remotely tired. Knowing that the search is futile, but not being able to give up-being compelled by some inner demon, to the observer appearing almost as though she was being chased by an invisible monster Continue Reading

Before continuing, I want to make sure that you are well aware of exactly what I mean when I use the terms “ignorant” or “ignorance”. I would have been irritated beyond belief if even one person read this post thinking I was referring to people who were rude, or crass, or whatever other totally incorrect definition that has been denoted to mean ignorant. The following are the actual definitions of the terms. If you’re unsure, please read them before continuing. The last thing you’d want to be, while reading my most recent little diatribe, is exactly the kind of person I am turning my nose up at and exiling into the gutters of society, defining them simply as common garbage. Continue Reading

Last night I went to a local bar to order some take out food. This bar, at one time, was the spot to be at, and people from far and wide would come and line up around the block for hours hoping to get in. A decade and two name changes letter, this place has fallen far from its once A-list status, barely making a blip on the party-night radar. Quite frankly, if this place wasn’t well known for their delicious food, 7 night a week last call at 2 AM, and Monday night poker tournament, it would have closed down long ago. Due to some very unfortunate entertainment changes made by the newest owners (including implementing no-music Friday and Saturday nights and the elimination of things like Karaoke and Comedy Night) this once neighbourhood haven has all but lost its regular frequenters, who now (like myself) pop in seldomly, and normally only out of lack of options (if it had been Continue Reading

I suggest before reading this post that you press play on the video, and let the speakers fill your mind with the stream of consciousness music that I had playing in the background while writing these contemplations. Take it slow, relax, let it all in: the vibe from the music, and not just the words but the messages embedded within. Let each thought, each memory, each piece of imagery take you to another place, in another time…if only for the few minutes it takes you to read it. I’m taking Classic Contemplations to a whole new level…it is meant to arouse all of your senses. Let it in. I hope it’s an uplifting experience for you. It was for me. Continue Reading

Over the past few weeks I have had the opportunity to reconnect with several friends that I haven’t seen in a while (anywhere from 6 months to about 4 years ago). It’s been a whirlwind: not only has it been exciting and fun and refreshing, but because it was all so compacted and I had so many reunions to process, it’s only now that I have a few moments alone without some new adventure involving bits from my life long past looming in the near future that I have been able to really appreciate some of the little details from these encounters.

And no, as much as I’m sure you’re all thinking “What’s Ruby’s gripe now?” since I always seem to have one, I am actually NOT going to complain about the people, places, or things, nor am I going to criticize anybody or anything. I swear. Actually Continue Reading

Classic Ruby has finally made it to the top!! I have graciously obliged Dewan Gibson, Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment (book review coming soon) and submitted a guest blog post which was collaborated with several other extremely talented bloggers/authors (including Dewan’s as-usual hilarious two cents), peppered with relevant and diverse music video footage, and made into one mammoth collection of fatasticism!

Those of you who already have me on Twitter or Facebook I’m sure have already spent at least hours gazing in amazement at the awesomeness, but for those of you who have yet to have the pleasure (what are you waiting for, silly people, join in on the Twitter and Facebook Classic Ruby Train already!! lol) I thought I would provide the link to the splendiferous article.

As this is my first ever in life guest blog (and boy was I terrified as hell about it…I spent at least 55 hours agonizing over what in the WORLD to write that wouldn’t make me sound amateur and pathetic when compared to the professionals, when my only guidance was “This might be something long-term if…” That’s it. Like, seriously? OK, we all know I need to be hand-held through ANY assignment…I don’t know how I managed to make it out alive, but somehow it got done :-p) please be nice while mentally evaluating me!

Seriously, check it out though, cause Mr. Gibson did a fantabulous job! (yes, I am in the mood for wonderful little nonsense words. So sue me! LOL…)

Cheers

Not for anything, but when your mother gets married to some dude she’s known for a whole year when you’re 24 years old, the man she married doesn’t become your step daddy. He becomes your mama’s husband. Even if we grew to love each other to death (currently am NOT seeing that happening but who knows what strange twists fate will bring), I would simply out of respect tell people that he was my stepfather. But seriously? In my heart of hearts he would be my mother’s husband. He just would: I’m grown now, I don’t have any need for step parents, especially not ones introduced into my life during my adulthood. In fact, I barely have any need for “parenting” at all. When you hit your mid twenties, your parents morph from the role of “guardian” to that of “friend” (if you’re lucky…if not, shit gets seriously messed up -but that’s for another day) Continue Reading

Ok, seriously, I think we’ve gone WAAYYY too far with technology and what we want it to do for us. And in the process we’ve apparently lost perspective that for every good use of a technological advance there are at least 3 VERY evil ways it can be used, and a minimum of 10 ways in which said technology can be manipulated not necessarily for evil but rather for less than honest intentions. Now, this newest invention, this newest fast, fun, and fancy free app for IPhone, has to be the poster child for numbskullery and ‘not thinking things through in an attempt to be the COOLEST EVER’. Continue Reading

Anybody who knows me knows that I want to be a psychologist with all my heart and soul. Only people who know me well know what my true, deep desires are (I lie; only people who have asked me know…oh, and people who have been around when I was in the mood to talk about it…OH and random strangers listening to bar talk…but then I digress). ANYWAY, so what my goal in life is, what I really want to do with all my expertise, is open up a centre.

I want this centre to be a positive outlet for youth, a place where they can go and have positive and worthwhile experiences, where they can explore and develop their talents and natural gifts. But I also want this to be a place where the youth can come and get free services that they need, 100% confidentially and money free. Services including medical, psychiatric, psychological, legal, money management, tutoring, etc. etc. And every time I see or hear about anyone on the path to attaining my dream I always feel rays of joy and sunshine pouring out of me.

Here’s one group that a friend shared with me that is seriously making a difference! Kudos guys!! Check out this video y’all. And support the cause: visit their website www.unitycharity.com

Kudos on this one guys! I am SO inspired! Gotta keep on trucking, get to this Ph.D. for sure now!

Hope you were all as inspired as I was.

Cheers

Why is it that people always think the worst of each other? Why is it that we can’t look at people and assume positive attributes before we automatically jump to negative conclusions? And I’m not just talking about peer relationships here: Why is it that when I go in to the doctor he wants to assume that either I am a hypochondriac, a liar trying to pull a fast one, or a drug addict trying to get high, before it ever occurs to him to look at me as though I am actually an ill person? Somebody who is validly in pain, validly sick and in need of medical care? What in the world have I done, what has there been in my behaviour to deserve this? So far as everyone I know has told me, absolutely nothing. But it seems to be only the doctors who have this issue…nurses are sympathetic and understanding, and seem genuinely to care about all the pain, all the ailments. A pharmacist called me today, of her own volition, to advise me on something we had (briefly) spoken about. Just because she cared Continue Reading