OMFG -- Just a little bit of Destiny

I trust in destiny. I really do. So much so that I had it tattooed on my back while I was in Singapore. (Note: it's not on my lower back...and I don't have a dolphin, butterfly or any other tramp stamp on my body while we're fluttering around the subject..just a few discreetly places hearts drawn by my loved ones, wings and more writing.) For the most part, my trust in destiny is more in a practical way, if the word practical can even be applied to the idea of destiny, rather than a drivel-laden fairy-tale-esque notion. (Also note, I said for the most part...any of you who know me or have read my blogs know my hopeless romanticism tends to resurface from time-to-inconvenient-time.)
Practically speaking, it's a faith in knowing that everything happens for a reason. Every experience, whether blissfully surreal or horribly destructive while going through it is something I know I will realize the value in sooner or later. It's proved true for every significant moment of personal growth in my life and I'm guessing the future will be similarly enlightening. Life is a continual learning experience for me, one where learning about myself is a perpetual study. Of course this applies to the larger concerns I tend to during my life -- I don't believe destiny applies when it comes to say, choosing what flavor ice cream I'm going to eat or other trivial decisions. (For the record, Oreo chunk is usually the winner. Anything with ground up chocolate bars really..but let's focus here.) I have been baffled by how a string of tiny incidents have led to bigger things though, and more than once these occurrences have been far too intricate to simply be coincidence to me. You all know the kind of days I'm referring to: you're late for this, miss that, but end up bumping into this person on the bus instead who connects you with this person who offers you that and you end up miles ahead of where you would had you gotten to whatever your first destination was on time. Those kinds of days.
While my confidence that everything is part of a grand journey exists, I should also point out that destiny is not for the passive. The topic has come up in casual conversation many times and I've gotten the impression more than once that many suckers for destiny, as I call them in my head, aren't really doing much in their lives and simply waiting for a greater something-or-the-other to offer up the next big thing to them. I guess what makes more sense to me is an active trust in destiny where I continually seek out opportunities and remain open-minded to the ones that present themselves to me. A symbiotic relationship of the most non-tangible kind, where pro-activity on my part leads to pro-activity on the universe's part -- in my favour. (Say what you will about The Secret phenomenon, but there's no way a little positive thinking will be detrimental to anyone's life, let alone a whole lot of it. Ignore the stupid examples in the book like the woman who wants a new frying pan and "finds" one in her neighbours' dumpster...the focus is the big picture. Also, if all you want is a new frying pan -- yeah there are stores for that.)
Active destiny in mind, for me, at least has been a successful life mantra thus far. It has, however, come into direct conflict with that over-active massive heart of mine on more than one occasion. Personally I think when it comes to matters of love I am so wrapped up and place so much value on it that it can be scary to simply leave it up to destiny. I'm in the midst of such a situation now, well, sort of....okay, it's complicated to put it mildly, but going through it knowing there's growth and maturity to be found definitely helps. While in Singapore I read Amy Tan's memoir and came across a beautiful quote that I also considered getting permanently drawn on me (it being too long and me being at four tattoos resulted in a no.) but I remembered it nonetheless. So bloggees, no matter what your views on how this crazy little world of ours works and how each of us makes our way through life, take into consideration Tan's wise words: "Is it fate? Is it a miracle? Was it by choice? Is it only my imagination? Yes, yes, yes, yes. It is all those things. All things are possible."
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OMFG -- Ohhh Charlie.

Oh Charlie. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. That drunken, high, prostitute-banging mess known as Charlie Sheen sat down for his first post-mess interview and it -- oh jeez, where do I even begin. I give credit where credit is due and the man is honest if nothing else. Aside from his stark honesty however is, in my opinion, a pathetic little man with some serious ego delusions.

If you haven't seen the interview yet, check it out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5aSa4tmVNM

Some poetically beautiful gems (note the extreme sarcasm) spoken from his mouth include the lines: "I'm not bi-polar...I'm bi-winning!", "I probably took more than anyone could survive...because I'm me. I'm different, I have a different constitution, a different heart, a different brain....dying is for fools.", and the real kicker: "I've just answered to a higher calling. I blinked and I cured my brain."
The general reaction I've heard from my friends and online is that Charlie Sheen has gone from epic mess to just epic. Apparently comparing yourself to a higher power who, and I quote, has "exposed people to magic that people otherwise wouldn't see in their boring, normal lives." makes you really fucking cool. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for being cool...in fact anyone who knows me well can vouch for my attraction to all dudes with swagger and situations ripe with exclusivity. And I'm also all for partying...again anyone who knows me, or has partied with me on more than one occasion can safely say I subscribe to the notion of going hard..I mean if you're going to have fun, you might as well go 100%. So yes, I understand the fascination with a celebrity who has shamelessly promoted a lifestyle we all secretly aspire to at one point or another...but to call him simply amazing and a legend? Yeah...no.
Just listening to Sheen go on about his otherworldliness made me laugh. It's amusing to see that he believes his "tiger blood" will keep him alive even when snorting more snow than we see fall in a winter and to wax on about how he's God's gift to partying. Like, come on now dude, are you kidding me? The second he relapses (which he will, despite his "on/off" brain capabilities he so delicately explained) and ends up in a coffin is the second all his slack-jawed admirers will realize that all people, no matter how delusional, are human.
But I get it, I really do. It's admirable to see some one normalize such a taboo but insanely fun lifestyle, and not only normalize it but preach it like they mean it. And if you're anyone remotely attached to the scene, of any city really, I'm sure you can relate. (No judgement here guys...heavens knows I've been there, and back, and then some.) Sheen was born to a famous father and family and is used to his privileged lifestyle and consequence-less (relatively speaking anyways) life and it seems to have inflated his ego, just ever so slightly.
At the end of the day, he's just a three-times divorced washed-up actor with five children who did a bunch of drugs and banged a lot of hookers. Cool or not cool.....it's just really fucking gross.
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