Bloggerstock -Do-Over

This month I decided to participate in the Bloggerstock, thats where someone else posts on my blog and I post on someone else's ...blah, blah, blah. My uuest posterrr for our Bloggerstock is Mr. Manor. Thank you very mucho for participating in this ish.
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Without further ado here goes my guest.


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Blog: The Titan Project
Link: http://thetitanproject.wordpress.com/
Turn ons: Turkey burgers and people who speak Elizabethan dialogue
Turn offs: Veggie burgers and people who don’t speak Elizabethan dialogue

One Stop Away
by Jonathan Manor

I was riding with my sister one day when she decided to park on an empty street. Out of the dozens of parking spaces we could have taken, we ended up parked 2 feet away from a used condom that laid open on the street right in front of our car. Everything always went wrong. Nothing ever went up to plan. I would always question everything, how the world worked to leave me stranded in places wondering how much it could have been easier. It happened all the time, more than it should. I would place titles on my life labeled “regret,” “redo,” and “time machine - out of order.” I would wonder what was the plan the universe had with me. What did it want with me? Was there really a whole magnificent plan of things? I figured bad things happened to me because better things would happen in the future. Those better things? I never saw them. Those better things never made it to the picture. It was all wrong. The whole system was wrong. Nothing ever went the way it was planned to.

A few weeks ago, my girlfriend and I were on the bus in the city. We should get off at the next stop, I said to my bubbly happy girlfriend. When we got off, I saw the two people in subway officer suits waiting to meet us at the top of the escalator. It was our first time taking public transportation in San Francisco. One of the officers asked for our ID’s. It didn’t matter what we said, how we said it, or what we would do to fight back. The officer was a dick. We were in the right. A previous bus driver told us we were in the right. Now all of sudden people trying to do their job won’t listen to you. When the officer told me that my girlfriend would end up with a warning simply because she was from another state, I told her to meet me outside the station so I could try to negotiate with him without adding more problems. While she was gone I tried to reason with the officer, but he didn’t budge. Cops have too much legislative power and not enough listening power. I got the ticket. 

To think this guy was trying to make money on both of us. Obviously, if one person was wrong then they might probably wrong. However, if two people are together walking around, both wrong, then that there is miscommunication. It doesn’t matter though. What matters is that I was the one that chose to get off at that stop. Out of the dozens of stops we could have got off at, I chose this one. This one! Nothing else! This one!

The universe was playing it’s sick twisted game with me. And no matter how I looked at it, I would fail. I called my girlfriend to see where she was. She was disappointed when I found her. The once joyful dipples and inflated cheeks that I saw in her earlier today was taken by the unmoving hand of the law. I wanted to see her smile again. I wanted this whole fiasco to be behind us. I stared into her honest sweet eyes when she asked, “So how much was the ticket?”

I smiled. “I didn’t get the ticket,” I told her.

I told her I ran my mouth just enough to get out of the ticket. The ticket was indeed in my bag, but I couldn’t let her know that. I just wanted to walk around the pier in San Francisco, talk about sunsets, and just how much we loved each other. So I told her that I didn’t get the ticket. She didn’t jump for joy or anything. I just knew she would end up offering to pay for the ticket the whole night, and the ticket would’ve been the whole theme for the rest of the evening sinking it’s teeth into our backs. 

We should’ve just paid him, she told me, take the ticket and paid him because he was just doing his job. I said no, he was just taking advantage of his job by forcing it on innocent people. She said, that’s how life goes. And I looked at her and her, the life of her taken away from her, overwhelmed, and exhausted. I told her how much life was about fighting for things. That the more we fight the more we become better. The more we become focused on who we want to be. The more we know about who we really are. “How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?” She sort of understood what I was saying. What was more important was that I understood what I was saying. I was the one who’d been fighting all their life. I was the one where nothing went right. As my girlfriend and I got up from the bench we were sitting on, I smiled and kissed her. Everything that was ever bad, awful, regretful, and painful didn’t matter. Because I was the one taking her home tonight. And right now, in the present, that’s all I care about.

The universe could have taken away all it wants of me, but if it somehow sent me over to meet my girlfriend one day while standing in front of a library 3 months ago. . .

Then somehow, I think I’ll be fine. 


Guest post by Jonathan Manor from The Titan Project. 
Link: http://thetitanproject.wordpress.com/

Guest post was a result of Bloggerstock
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Jonathan Manor is the author of The Titan Project, a blog about taking short cuts, breaking traditional systems, making complicated things more relateable, and chasing hearts and dreams. He currently talks a lot about his darling love for his girlfriend which is probably annoying to some people. Jonathan Manor is a laid off website content writer who spends most of his time going to rock shows, meeting awesome people, and eating really great vegetables put together by his girlfriend. He loves blogging and reading all sorts of online literature. -Description written by Jonathan Manor

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