Shadows in the Sky: When Belgium's Air Force Chased the Unexplained

Have you ever stared up at the night sky and wondered what else is out there? Not just planets and stars, but something… more? I've always been fascinated by the unexplained, those moments where our understanding of reality seems to bend. And let me tell you, the story I'm about to share from 1990 Belgium will make you question everything.

Picture this: it's the spring of 1990. The air is crisp, the stars are bright, and in the Wallonia region of Belgium, something extraordinary is happening. Thousands of people are reporting the same thing: a strange, triangular craft silently gliding through the night, illuminated by three intensely bright lights. It wasn't just a few isolated sightings, either. This was widespread, unsettling, and frankly, downright terrifying. People were whispering, sharing stories, and looking to the skies with a mix of awe and fear.

Then, things took an even more dramatic turn. On the evening of March 30th, Belgian Air Force radar picked up the object. This wasn't just some mistaken observation; this was official confirmation. The military scrambled two of their F-16 fighter jets, tasked with intercepting and identifying whatever was lurking in their airspace. Imagine being those pilots, soaring into the darkness, knowing something unknown and potentially hostile was out there. Goosebumps, right?

The jets' advanced radar locked onto the object. It appeared as a diamond shape on their screens. Everything seemed to be going as planned until… boom. The craft accelerated at an impossible speed, leaving the jets in the dust. Experts later said the G-forces involved would have instantly crushed any human inside. And then, just as quickly, it vanished from radar, diving into the unseen depths of the night. The chase repeated twice more, each time ending with the mysterious craft outmaneuvering the top-of-the-line fighter jets. The pilots must have been absolutely bewildered, maybe even a little scared.

What happened next was unprecedented. The Belgian government, instead of covering it up, decided to go public. They released data about the incident and even cooperated with a civilian UFO group called the Belgian Society for the Study of Space Phenomena. It was like something out of a movie. Photos taken by witnesses were analyzed at the Royal Military Academy. They used false colors to enhance the images, searching for any signs of a hoax. And what did they find? Nothing. No evidence of fakery. One image, taken in April 1990, stuck out, a clear, but still unnerving look at the strange craft.

Of course, there were skeptics. Some suggested it was just secret military aircraft being tested. But the military themselves quickly shot that down. They knew what their planes looked like, and this wasn't it. So, what was it? That's the question that still hangs in the air, thick with mystery. The sightings began to dwindle by August 1990, leaving behind a sense of unease and countless unanswered questions.

This story, for me, isn't just about UFOs. It's about the unknown, about those moments when we realize how little we truly understand. It's a reminder that there might be things out there, watching us, that we can't even begin to comprehend. And honestly, that thought chills me to the bone.

What do you think? Could this have been an alien craft? Some advanced secret technology? Or something else entirely? I'd love to hear your theories and thoughts in the comments below. These kinds of mysteries really get the mind going, don't they? If you enjoyed diving into this with me, perhaps consider... well, let's just say, keeping the light on as we continue exploring these intriguing unknowns together. Every little bit helps in illuminating the darkness.

Remember to keep looking up! Who knows what we'll see next?

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Nostalgic Mall Memories: The Vibe of the 80s Shopping Experience

Talking to my coworkers, I often notice a generational gap when they give me perplexed looks after I mention things I loved as a kid. It’s funny how quickly the world changes, leaving some of our fondest memories behind like relics of a forgotten time. One memory that always brings a smile to my face is the joy of going to the mall with my sister and mama. The malls of the 1980s were a world unto themselves—nothing like the stripped-down, big-box store clusters we have today.

Picture this: imagine taking all the departments of Walmart or Target, splitting them into individual stores and arranging them inside a sprawling, sometimes multilevel, building. Add in anchor stores like, Sears, Montgomery Ward, JC Penney and Macy's at the ends of the hallways, sprinkle in specialty shops galore and you’d get a taste of the unique ecosystem that was the 80s mall. You could find everything from a video arcade like Aladdin’s Castle to quirky spots selling hearing aids, vacuum cleaners or sewing machines. There was even a piano and organ store tucked in, alongside the beloved pet shop that kept kids mesmerized by puppies, snakes and tropical fish.

Oh, and the movie theaters! Unlike today’s cinemas with their 10+ screens, mall theaters back then offered two to six options—just enough variety to make picking a flick exciting without overwhelming you.

And before food courts became the norm in the late 80s and 90s, malls had standalone eateries peppered around their parking lots. In Mobile, Bel Air Mall boasted a McDonald’s and Morrison’s Cafeteria inside the mall. Over in Pensacola, University Mall wasn’t really designed for a food court, but Cordova Mall eventually added one.

The mall wasn’t just practical; it was full of surprises. Stores that sold wicker furniture, waterbeds and even dental services thrived back then. Yes, you could get a cavity filled at a dentist’s office conveniently located in Cordova Mall—and they were open on weekends. For me, Hickory Farms was a personal favorite, though now it only pops up for the holidays where I live. And Sanrio Surprise, home of Hello Kitty, had me dreaming of their adorable merchandise, even though Mama firmly declared, “That’s for girls.”

Toy stores and record shops were the heartbeat of the mall for many kids. I remember gazing at the shelves in KB Toys and begging Mama for the He-Man action figure I didn’t need but desperately wanted. Music stores were magical, too—you could pick up anything from guitars and harmonicas to sheet music and full-sized organs.

There was something special about knowing you could buy the latest cassette tape next to the Radio Shack where you could grab a microphone or even a capacitator. These niche stores slowly vanished with the rise of superstores like Best Buy, only to be downsized itself as online giants like Amazon took over. While I love the convenience of online shopping, I miss wandering through cool stores, discovering treasures I didn’t even know I wanted and indulging in the thrill of impulse purchases.
Malls were more than just places to shop. They were vibrant, bustling communities where you could repair your shoes, replace your watch battery and enjoy a moment of serendipity, all while walking under the glow of neon signs and soft elevator music.

Now that most of these specialty shops are gone, it feels like we lost more than just stores—we lost an experience. The one-stop shop of my childhood had a charm that no click-and-deliver service can replicate. Thinking about how shopping malls have evolved, it really strikes me sad that many are closing up or dying a slow death. Even throughout my years as a manager at Brookstone, which also became a casualty to the evolution of malls, I noticed the clientele changes as well as the closure of many businesses that one would never have thought they would close in a million years.

Let’s keep the conversation going! Share your own mall memories in the comments below—I’d love to hear them. If this trip down memory lane brought back some warm feelings, consider contributing to keep this blog alive and thriving. Your support means the world and I can’t wait to hear your stories!

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From Worn-Out Jordans to Doc Martens & the Legendary Air Jordan Legacy (Plus a Book Update!)

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So, here's a little Saturday story for you. Normally, Saturdays are all about the glitz and glam of the "Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling" (GLOW) for me. But today, I felt like reminiscing about something totally different: Air Jordan sneakers. You know, those iconic shoes that have become a cultural phenomenon.

I'll admit, my personal experience with Air Jordans is pretty limited. I actually only ever owned one pair. They were undeniably comfortable, but let's just say they didn't quite survive my New York adventures. I wore them out faster than I expected, and soon enough, they were replaced by my absolute favorite shoes ever: my first pair of Doc Marten boots. Those things were practically glued to my feet for seven years! But, enough about my footwear journey—let's get back to the legend of the Jordans.

The story behind Air Jordans is actually pretty wild. Back in 1984, when Michael Jordan signed with Nike to promote these basketball sneakers, the NBA threw a curveball. They banned the shoes because they didn't fit the league's color regulations! But did Jordan care? Nope. He kept rocking those Air Jordans, dominating on the court and making sneaker history. It was a rebellious move that totally worked.

Over the years, Nike released countless versions of Air Jordans and some of them have become incredibly valuable collector's items. I heard about this one pair of 1985 black Air Jordans with gold accents that sold for a whopping $25,000! Apparently, only 12 pairs were ever made, so rarity definitely plays a huge role. It's amazing to see how these shoes have transformed into something so sought after.

And talk about success! Air Jordan as a brand has been a massive hit. In 2017, it was estimated that Michael Jordan was earning around $100 million a year from the brand alone. That's just mind-blowing! Even the newer releases of Air Jordans can fetch a high price. People often resell them online for hundreds of dollars more than their original retail value. Take the Air Jordan 12 "Flu Game" for example. It's modeled after Jordan's legendary performance when he played despite having the flu in the 1997 NBA Finals. You can find those online for around $300, but get this: the actual pair he wore in that game sold for $105,000 in 2013! Crazy, right?

It's fascinating to think about how a pair of basketball shoes became such an icon. The Air Jordan story is a mix of sports history, fashion and a dash of rebellion. It's a story that continues to evolve with each new release.

On another note, something I've been pouring a lot of time and energy into lately is revisions, corrections and edits of my book, "Under the Lifeguard's Watch." It's getting closer and closer to being ready to go to the publishers! It's already been assigned an ISBN number and I'm so incredibly excited to put Casper and Soren's story out into the universe for everyone to enjoy. It's a labor of love I can't wait to share.

Now, I'm curious—have you ever owned a pair of Air Jordans? What's your sneaker story? And what are you currently working on that you're excited about? I'd love to hear about it all in the comments below!

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Roadside Dreams and Reality: The Unbelievable Story of Mark Cline

Have you ever had a dream so vivid, so out there, that it seemed impossible? Well, Mark Cline didn't just dream; he built. From a young age, he was crafting, creating, and captivating those around him in Waynesboro, Virginia. Who knew that a snowman contest winner at 7, portraying the Statue of Liberty, would grow up to be the mastermind behind some of the most wonderfully weird roadside attractions in the US?

Mark Cline's story is anything but ordinary. Picture this: a kid who made the local paper in 1968 for a creative snowman, and who later created "Adventures With George" in sixth grade. He even played Superboy in backyard films. It wasn't just a hobby; it was a sign of things to come. At 12, a visit to Dinosaur Land in White Post, Virginia, sealed his destiny. He told his dad he'd create something just as amazing one day. And boy, did he deliver!

Post-high school, Cline was a bit of a nomad, traveling the country by river and motorcycle. He supported himself by snapping photos of tourists posing with his two-headed biker sculpture. Eventually, he returned to Waynesboro, trying to find a place for his creativity. He even pitched a Mad Anthony Wayne sculpture to the city, but got nowhere.

In 1982, he landed in Natural Bridge, Virginia, and opened the Monster Museum on Route 11. It was filled with his "ghoulish creations," but things were tough. By 1984, financial troubles were dragging him down. But then, an epiphany struck him. He wasn't just making monsters; he wanted to make people happy.

So, in 1985, he transformed the Monster Museum into the Enchanted Castle. Imagine sitting on a 10-foot tick, getting "zapped to Venus," or watching a pig bungee jump! He even opened his workshop for visitors to see his creations come to life. Soon, he was getting commissions for mini-golf courses, haunted houses, and even big names like Six Flags and Jellystone Park. And yes, he did eventually get to create dinosaurs for Dinosaur Land, the place that inspired it all.

Life wasn't always smooth sailing. In 1997, a mock séance with a baseball team put him on the radar of some very critical groups. They labeled his museum "the work of Satan," and on April 9, 2001, the Enchanted Castle burned down. A disturbing letter arrived, saying, "Fire represents God's judgment." But Cline wasn't done yet.

Natural Bridge gave him an abandoned mansion to rebuild, and the Haunted Monster Museum reopened months later. It was even more bizarre and wonderful, with skeletons of the Marx Brothers and a 15-foot Frankenchicken. Dinosaur Kingdom followed, with prehistoric creatures fighting Civil War soldiers, and then Foamhenge, a life-size Stonehenge replica, in 2004.

More challenges came in 2012 when the ground gave way, taking many dinosaurs with it. The Haunted Monster Museum burned down again! But Mark Cline? He's still going. He hosts ghost tours in Lexington and runs Dinosaur Kingdom II, which opened in 2016. His story is a wild ride of creativity, resilience and a desire to make people smile.

What do you think of Mark Cline's journey? Have you visited any of his creations? Share your thoughts below! And if you've enjoyed this story, perhaps you might consider supporting the ongoing efforts to keep these unique attractions alive and kicking. Even a small gesture can help these imaginative worlds continue to thrive and delight visitors for years to come.

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Racing Hearts: A Dive into Amy James's Crash Test Release Date July 1, 2025

Okay, bookworms, gather 'round! I've got a sneak peek at a book that's already got me hooked: "Crash Test" by Amy James. Seriously, this one sounds right up our alley. Imagine the fast-paced, adrenaline-pumping world of Formula 1 colliding with a romance that just gets you in the feels.

I was lucky enough to snag an advance copy of "Crash Test," which is dropping on July 1, 2025, thanks to Avon Books! This beauty is 352 pages of pure emotion – trust me, I loved every single one. It's priced at $18.99 USD (or $23.99 CAD) for the paperback.

Now, I don't want to spoil the ride, so here's what the publisher has to say:

Formula 1 meets Red, White, & Royal Blue in this contemporary romance in which an F1 phenom battling for the championship is sent spinning after his secret love is involved in a massive crash.

Okay, if that doesn't pique your interest, I don't know what will! Twenty-four-year-old F1 superstar Travis Keeping is on track for a championship when his secret boyfriend, fellow driver Jacob Nichols, is in a devastating crash. Suddenly, Travis's carefully constructed world starts to crumble. He's dealing with a partner fighting for his life, a confused team wondering about his drop in performance, and Jacob's parents who basically want him gone.

You'd think things would get easier when Jacob wakes up, right? Wrong. His parents have other ideas. As the F1 season continues, Travis and Jacob find themselves continents apart, both navigating their own struggles with the help of some new friends. It sounds like a journey of self-discovery that might just bring them back together. Fingers crossed!

What I really loved is how Amy James, who lives over in eastern Canada, blended the high-stakes drama of F1 with such a tender and real love story. It feels so relevant right now, especially with the popularity of shows like "Drive to Survive" and the growing love for authentic queer stories. Plus, who can resist a good secret romance and maybe a touch of enemies-to-lovers vibes?

And it’s not just me who's excited! I’ve seen some early buzz from authors like Sarina Bowen and Emma R. Alban praising the book's romance and emotional depth. Sounds like we might need some tissues for this one!

So, if you're like me and you're a sucker for a great sports romance, a heartwarming queer love story, or just a book that grabs you and doesn't let go, mark your calendars for "Crash Test" in July 2025.

Now for the real question: Does this sound like a book you'd pick up? Seriously, let me know in the comments – I'd love to hear your thoughts! And hey, if you enjoy these chats and want to keep the bookish love flowing, any support is always appreciated. But honestly, your comments and thoughts are what make this fun!

Until our next bookish adventure, happy reading!

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Won't You Be My Knitter? The Cozy Tale Behind Mr. Rogers' Beloved Sweaters

Hey everyone! This topic is especially close to my heart because not only did I grow up watching Mister Rogers, but I also have a deep love for all things related to knitting and needlework. A few years back, I stumbled upon an article that delved into the origins of the sweaters Mister Rogers wore and the beautiful reason behind them. I can’t recall exactly where I came across it, but it left such an impression that I felt inspired to write about it and share the story with you.

Remember that warm, fuzzy feeling you got every time Mister Rogers slipped on his cardigan and sneakers at the beginning of his show? It wasn't just a routine; it was like he was wrapping us all in a big, comforting hug through the TV screen. For so many of us kids (and let's be honest, grown-ups too!), that little ritual was a signal that for the next half hour, everything was going to be okay, a safe space to let our imaginations run wild and explore all those big feelings.

My own memories of watching Mister Rogers are so vivid. I can almost hear that gentle piano intro and see him hanging up his jacket, ready to chat with us like we were right there in his living room. It turns out, that simple act of changing into his cardigan was a super important cue for us kids. Hedda Sharapan, who worked at The Fred Rogers Company for ages, explained that it gave us a multi-sensory signal – we saw it, we almost felt it – that we were entering a special, safe place. Even Koko, the amazing gorilla who could sign, totally got it! When she met Mr. Rogers, she immediately reached for his sweater. How cool is that?

But here's where it gets even sweeter: those weren't just any old cardigans. Each and every one was knitted with so much love by his mom, Nancy Rogers Flagg. Isn't that just the most heartwarming thing? Mr. Rogers himself once shared on the show, holding up one of his colorful sweaters, that it was "one of the ways she says she loves somebody." Every time he put on one of those cozy sweaters, he said it helped him think of his mother. Talk about a tangible expression of love!

Nancy kept her son stocked with her handmade cardigans until she passed away in 1981. It just goes to show how much she cared. After that, the folks behind the show really understood how important that sweater tradition was. They went out of their way to find old-fashioned cardigans and even dyed them in those classic Mister Rogers colors to keep that comforting visual going.

It's incredible to think that one of these very cardigans – a cherry-red one with those snuggly ribbed cuffs and collar – is now hanging in the Smithsonian's National Museum of American History. It's like a little piece of our childhood, a reminder of the kindness and connection that Fred Rogers brought into our lives. It makes you realize just how much of an impact one gentle soul and a simple, loving gesture can have.

What are your favorite memories of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood? Did that cardigan ritual mean something special to you too? Share your thoughts in the comments below! And hey, if this story warmed your heart and brought back some good memories and you'd like to help keep the spirit of kindness and connection alive (maybe even help me share more stories like this!), well, every little bit helps. Just a thought! 😉

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My Blood Brothers Holy Grail: The 1995 London Cast Recording with Stephanie Lawrence

Hey everyone! Let's dive into a musical treasure I've been wanting to share with you all: the 1995 London Cast Recording of "Blood Brothers." This isn't just any recording; it's a personal favorite, a jewel in my collection, and frankly, an absolute must-listen for any musical theatre lover!

Rewind to the early '90s, after my time in New York. I was making frequent trips back, fuelled by an "all you can ride" Greyhound pass (those were the days!), chasing the thrill of seeing whatever I could on Broadway. One trip, aiming to see "Phantom of the Opera" again, I stopped off at the Marriott Marquis to use the restroom and grabbed one of the tourist magazines to pass my time in there and stumbled upon an ad for "Blood Brothers" at the Music Box Theatre. What caught my eye? Many of the original London cast were there, including the phenomenal Stephanie Lawrence, whose voice I adored from the "Starlight Express" recording.

That trip, I only managed to see "Blood Brothers," thanks to the fact that the YMCA and the other hostels I'd tried to check into asked for my ID and I was only 17 and they weren't letting me check in. I opted to see the show I'd not seen before and it was a life-changing experience. And after seeing Stephanie Lawrence on stage, then taking the bus back home while listening to the 1988 recording of the same show (which had different orchestrations), all I could think was…I need to have her version!

Stephanie Lawrence's performance as Mrs. Johnstone is nothing short of iconic. Her portrayal is so raw, so emotionally charged, that you feel every ounce of her character's journey. It's truly a crime that a full video recording with her doesn't exist. I've seen other incredible performers in the role over the years – Petula Clark, Carole King, Helen Reddy – and they were all fantastic, but Stephanie Lawrence…she just was Mrs. Johnstone for me. She brought a unique vulnerability and strength to the role that resonated so deeply. This recording is a testament to her artistry and her unforgettable performance!

"Blood Brothers" itself is an emotional rollercoaster of a show and this cast recording captures every high and low perfectly. The story, opening with the heartbreaking "Tell Me It's Not True," then flashing back to the 1950s in Liverpool, is gripping. Mrs. Johnstone’s story, her sacrifices, her love for her children, it’s just so moving. The play itself does a great job of starting at the ending with a very emotional piece and then it takes the audience on a ride through a very well written, emotional, dramatic story.

Then Act Two comes along and the twins grow up, the tension builds, and the story gets deeper. I was absolutely on the edge of my seat when I saw this live. This recording captures the tension beautifully!

Fast forward to 1995. Another NYC trip for an audition and on my way out, another visit to Colony Records (a must for any theatre fan, right?), and there it was – THREE "Blood Brothers" recordings! The New Zealand Cast, the International Cast with Petula Clark and the Cassidy brothers and the 1995 London Cast Recording with Stephanie Lawrence. Of course, I grabbed all three! Sitting in the Times Square McDonald's, popping the 1995 CD into my player, headphones on, I was instantly transported back to that first "Blood Brothers" experience.

This 1995 London Cast Recording is the one I always return to. Stephanie Lawrence's voice is pure magic, especially in the opening. It sends shivers down my spine every time. And the rest of the cast? Absolutely stellar! Paul Crosby as Mickey: Energetic and heartbreaking in equal measure. Warwick Evans as the Narrator: Powerful and commanding. Mark Hutchinson as Eddie: Charming and poignant.
Joanna Munro as Mrs. Lyons: Brilliantly portraying a complex character that no recording seems to do the role full justice for.

But it's Stephanie Lawrence who truly shines. Her performance is a masterclass and knowing she passed away in 2000 at just 50 makes this recording even more precious. It’s a beautiful, lasting tribute to her incredible talent.

If you haven't heard this recording, I urge you to seek it out. It's a treasure trove of musical theatre brilliance and Stephanie Lawrence's Mrs. Johnstone is simply unforgettable. What are your favorite cast recordings? Have you experienced the magic of "Blood Brothers"? I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments! And if you've enjoyed this trip down memory lane and want to help support my theatre adventures, any small contribution is always appreciated!

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They Walk Among Us: The Silent Hunger of Psychic Vampires

Have you ever felt completely drained after spending time with someone? Like they’ve somehow siphoned off your energy, leaving you a hollowed-out version of yourself? Yeah, me too. And let me tell you, it might be more than just “bad vibes.” We’re talking about something ancient, something chilling: psychic vampires.

Now, when most people hear "vampire," they picture the classic, blood-sucking monster straight out of a gothic novel. But let’s get real for a minute. There’s a subtler, far more insidious type of vampire lurking in the shadows of our modern world. These aren’t the kind with fangs and a thirst for blood, but they do hunger—for your energy, your vitality, your very spirit. Imagine, if you will, someone who doesn’t need to pierce your skin to feed. Someone who can simply drain you with their presence, leaving you emotionally exhausted and spiritually depleted. Scary, right?

Back in the early 20th century, a dude named Montague Summers, who was pretty deep into the whole vampire thing, started talking about these “spiritual vampires” or “psychic sponges.” He described them as people who, whether they know it or not, thrive by drawing on the life force of others. You meet them, and suddenly you feel like you've run a marathon, even though you’ve just been having a conversation. Like all your energy has been…poached. It’s a seriously creepy feeling.

And some folks? They swear these energy drainers are everywhere. They blend in, but they’re always there, subtly pulling at your reserves. Some even suggest simple little tricks to protect yourself, like clenching your fists when you're out and about. It's supposed to keep your "life force" from leaking out, like a leaky faucet, available to be grabbed by those who crave it. Or, picturing yourself surrounded by a thick white mist? That’s supposed to act as a shield, making you invisible to these energy predators. Kinda makes you wonder who you’ve encountered, doesn't it?

Then there's the whole “vamp” thing, which is a bit different. This is more about those Hollywood types, inspired by the silent film star Theda Bara back in 1914. She wasn’t exactly a supernatural creature, but she played these women who'd latch onto guys, bleed them dry of their money and anything else they had, and leave them totally ruined. Think of her as the prototype of that person you know who always seems to take and never gives back. It’s still a type of vampirism, just less supernatural and more…human, in a very disturbing way.

So, next time you feel inexplicably drained, maybe take a moment. Is it just a long day or is there something else going on? Maybe, just maybe, you’ve crossed paths with one of these unseen energy takers. It’s a wild thought, I know. But honestly? It’s enough to send a shiver down my spine.

What do you think? Have you ever encountered someone you suspect might be a psychic vampire? I’d love to hear your stories in the comments below. And, if you’ve enjoyed this little deep dive into the shadowy side of things and feel like supporting my quest for knowledge about the weird and wonderful, well, let’s just say any contribution to keep the lights on would be...appreciated. Just a thought! 😉

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Navigating Toxic Friendships: Recognizing the Signs and Finding Support

Throughout life, we encounter various people, each with unique characteristics and behaviors. These interactions shape our experiences, teaching us valuable lessons about friendships and relationships. Here, I share observations of people I have known over the years, shedding light on the importance of recognizing and addressing concerning behaviors for our own well-being.

Over the years, I've met, and worked with, individuals whose friendship have evolved and grown. Despite the distance, these connections were mostly great, and if proximity allowed, spending time together would have been frequent. However, certain behaviors sometimes become increasingly concerning.

Some individuals often engage in actions that defy better judgment to seek approval from strangers. They go to great lengths to be liked, sharing private information about themselves and others in hopes of making a favorable impression. Sometimes they lend money to people who obviously have no means to repay, only to lament being wronged when they knew better from the start. This tendency to please others at their own expense often leads to a cycle of disappointment and frustration.

On social media, they frequently post negative, attention-seeking memes, photos and messages. When confronted, they insist that the content merely caught their eye while scrolling, and they hit repost, claiming they themselves are okay—even though it is evident they are not. Their sensitivity leads to jealousy when mutual friends spend time with others, feeling replaced or deprived of attention. Occasionally, they even threaten self-harm, and when confronted, they still claim they are fine and that it's nothing serious. These individuals crave validation and reassurance, not realizing that their behavior alienates the very people from whom they seek approval.

Additionally, these individuals criticize their friends and scrutinize social media posts and comments, making everyone feel inferior. In person, they often differ from their online personas, masking their depression or "misery loves company" behavior while still speaking ill of others behind their backs in a cowardly manner. This duality creates confusion and mistrust among those around them. Furthermore, they project these feelings onto others, assuming the same negative intentions in those they interact with.

Some individuals take advice from friends about needing a fresh start. However, when things don't work out, especially when they haven't committed to making the fresh start work or put in any effort, they blame the advice-giver for their situation. Even when presented with great opportunities, they dismiss them. This pattern of behavior highlights a reluctance to take responsibility for their own lives.

Such behavior is draining and toxic, affecting not only those around them but also the individuals themselves. It is crucial to recognize these signs and know when to step back for our own well-being. While I am not a qualified therapist, my experience as a tarot reader has brought many troubled individuals to me for readings, and it seemed they used my advice as their own form of counseling. Sharing information about hotlines and counseling services, and suggesting professional help or 12-step programs for codependency, can be beneficial.

Resources:

• National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)

• National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) Helpline: 1-800-950-NAMI (6264)

• Crisis Text Line: Text HOME to 741741

• The Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

• Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

• Co-Dependents Anonymous (CoDA): 1-888-444-2359

Seeking help is a brave and crucial step toward recovery. Encourage those in need to reach out to these resources, and remember to prioritize your own mental health. Distancing yourself from negative influences is sometimes necessary to protect your well-being. Remember, you are not alone, and there are people and organizations ready to support you through difficult times.

If you have any thoughts or experiences to share, please leave a comment below. Your input is invaluable and helps create a supportive community. If you feel inclined to contribute to this ongoing effort, your support is greatly appreciated.

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Life's a Tag Team: Juggling GLOW, Real Life, & My Solo Book! No Saturday GLOWcase Today

Hey wrestling fans and writing aficionados! Welcome back to my corner of the internet, where the spandex meets the stories. You know, Saturdays are usually sacred around here. They’re dedicated to the Saturday GLOWcase, my little love letter to everything GLOW: The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. It's my way of saying thanks to the amazing fans, the incredible cast and crew, and honestly, just my way of geeking out about something that's meant a lot to me.

But hey, life's a tag team match sometimes, isn't it? This week, I've been caught in a whirlwind of daily life, work deadlines that felt like they were body-slamming me and something even bigger...I'm writing my first book! Yes, you heard that right. Not just content creation or ghostwriting this time, but my own solo project. It’s been both exhilarating and totally consuming, like being in the main event of a sold-out stadium.

So, apologies, my friends. The usual Saturday GLOWcase is taking a brief time-out. It's not that I don't want to be here, waxing lyrical about the wrestling world. It's just that, right now, I’m diving headfirst into this new adventure. But hey, don't think I've left you hanging! My blog’s got a bit of a back catalog, and there are some older stories I think you might really dig. Take a stroll through the archives, you might find some hidden gems or maybe even something that makes you laugh.

Thanks, truly, for sticking with me. Your support, whether you're a GLOW enthusiast, a fellow writer, or just someone who likes reading about life's little adventures, means the world. This whole journey, from fan to writer, has been a wild ride, and I'm grateful to have you all along for it.

And on that note... I'm super curious to hear about what you all are up to! What keeps you busy? Any big projects or dreams you're chasing? Drop a comment below and let's chat. Your stories are just as interesting to me as mine are to you! Also, you know, if you find my work or sharing these thoughts valuable or fun, anything like a small donation of appreciation would really help keep this going and support my work.

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Carnival Chronicles: The Iconic Enterprise: Not Exactly a Ferris Wheel

Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to take a spin down memory lane – a very fast, occasionally upside-down memory lane, that is. For those of you who don't know me, let me just say: I. Am. A. Carnival. Ride. Junkie. Always have been, always will be. And there's one ride in particular that holds a special, slightly terrifying, yet utterly delightful place in my heart: the magnificent Enterprise.

My first tango with this gentle giant happened way back in the mid-to-late 80s at the Pensacola Interstate Fair. Picture this: a wide-eyed, slightly apprehensive little me, being coaxed onto this behemoth by my brave big sister, Becki. Now, the exact ownership is a bit hazy in my mind – maybe it was the legendary Gooding's Million Dollar Midways, who held the contract back then? What I do remember, vividly, was seeing something on the news about this particular Enterprise being a vintage import from Bremen, Germany, dating all the way back to 1976! How cool is that?

Now, let's be real. The idea of going upside down was…well, let's just say my mama had instilled a healthy fear of projectile vomiting during such maneuvers. But Becki, being the awesome sister she is, wouldn't have me riding on anything she's riding herself if she thought it would send me spiraling into a technicolor yawn, mostly because if I did it, she would also. Still, those playground tales of cars flying off and arms getting stuck at dizzying heights? They definitely planted a seed of "maybe I should just stick to the Ferris wheel." Though, looking back, I'm pretty sure most of those stories were pure, unadulterated kid-fueled fantasy. (Though I'll admit, the occasional real-life accident does give you pause.)

I didn't know what to expect even though I saw it in action many times. But then the ride started. Oh, that sound! That deep, guttural hum of the motor as it began to spin. For anyone who's ever loved an Enterprise, or any of those beautifully engineered Huss rides, that sound alone is iconic. It's the mechanical heartbeat of pure, unadulterated fun. And then, the magic began. A little jolt, a gentle sway, and then the entire arm of the ride started its graceful ascent. Suddenly, we weren't just spinning; we were flying.

The Enterprise. It's one of those rides that elicits a very specific reaction from onlookers: "Nope. Absolutely not. I value the contents of my stomach." I get it! The relentless spinning, the whole upside-down thing… it sounds like a recipe for disaster. But here's the secret: the Enterprise is surprisingly smooth and enjoyable, even for someone like me who's noticing a slight increase in motion sensitivity as the years tick by.

You hop into your individual car, and that's when the first-timers usually have a mini-panic attack: "Where in the Sam Hill is the seatbelt?!" Fear not, my friends! You don't need one. What you do need is that door. Depending on the model, it either slides securely shut or flips down with a reassuring clunk. Some even have a backup chain, just for that extra layer of "you're not going anywhere" security.

Once everyone's locked and loaded, the central wheel starts to turn, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As it does, your car swings outward, and suddenly you're on your side, feeling the g-force gently but firmly pressing you into your seat. And then, the big moment: the arm holding the entire wheel gracefully rises, usually up to a near-vertical 87 degrees (just shy of a full 90). Most rides hang you there, suspended between earth and sky, for what feels like a blissful eternity (though it's usually less than a minute). But oh man, I remember those glorious rides on Gooding's and Reithoffer's Enterprises – they'd keep us spinning vertically for a good minute and a half, maybe even longer! And the legends of those old park models that would go for a full three minutes or more? Pure, unadulterated thrill!

Now, for the real nerds (like me!), let's talk manufacturers. While there were a few players in the Enterprise game, the two titans were undoubtedly Schwarzkopf and Huss. Interestingly, they both rolled out their versions in the same year: 1972, with Schwarzkopf actually being the first to design and build it. Here in the US, when it comes to the traveling Enterprises I've had the pleasure of experiencing, almost all of them have been Huss beauties. I'm talking about the ones owned by Gooding's and Reithoffer, of course, but also the Conklin Shows machine, the Murphy Brothers' ride, and even the one Drew Shows spiffed up and then quickly passed on to Deggellar.

The Schwarzkopf Enterprises? Those were more of a park fixture, at least in my experience. I definitely remember riding one at Six Flags Over Texas, and who could forget the iconic "Wheelie" at Six Flags Over Georgia? The news of its removal and subsequent move to Fun Spot America in Orlando was a sad day for many Atlanta-area thrill-seekers. I've heard so many "Wheelie" fans holding out hope for its return, maybe even to the Fun Spot Atlanta location down in Fayetteville. Fingers crossed! As for other park models, like the ones at King's Island and Six Flags Great Adventure, the manufacturer details are a bit fuzzy in my memory banks.

Sadly, the days of the traveling Enterprise seem to be dwindling a bit here in the States. The cost of keeping these magnificent machines in tip-top shape is no joke, and many have been retired or found new homes in parks or shows overseas. But here's a little tidbit that blew my mind: apparently, owners of the Huss Enterprise models had the option to convert them to run backwards! Can you even imagine? According to a Huss service letter from 1984, North American Parts Inc. offered this conversion. A backwards Enterprise… part of me is dying to try it, and the other part is convinced my aforementioned mama-induced fear of upside-down-induced nausea would kick into overdrive! Wouldn't it be absolutely insane if the cars faced each other, and halfway through the ride, it just stopped and reversed direction? It'd be like a Sky Diver, but without that tempting steering wheel!

So, there you have it – my personal journey with the Enterprise. It's a ride that embodies the thrill and nostalgia of the carnival for me. That unique sound, the anticipation as you rise skyward, the brief moment of weightlessness as you hang upside down… it's pure magic.

What about you? Do you have any Enterprise stories? Any memories of riding one, good or bad (though hopefully more good than bad!)? I'd absolutely love to hear your experiences in the comments below! And hey, while we're reminiscing about these incredible rides and the joy they bring, if you've enjoyed this little trip down memory lane with me and want to help fuel more of these nostalgic deep dives (maybe even contribute to my future carnival adventures!), well, let's just say virtual high-fives and any little tokens of appreciation are always warmly welcomed. Just sayin'! 😉

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A Whole New World of Writing - "Under the Lifeguard's Watch"

 

Hey everyone!

So, you know how I'm usually here on Thursdays dishing out book reviews? Well, things have taken a delightfully unexpected turn. For the past five months, I've been completely immersed in bringing my own story to life. Yep, I'm talking about my debut book, "Under the Lifeguard's Watch," and honestly, being that this is my first effort as a solo writer and not as a content provider or ghostwriter, it's been a wild, wonderful ride.

I'm aiming to release it super soon – maybe even within the next month, fingers crossed! I gave you all a sneak peek a few days ago, and since then, it's been a whirlwind of proofreading, revisions and those little tweaks that make all the difference. Honestly, I had to put a stop to adding any more to the story. It's already got so many layers, adding anything else would risk turning it into a tangled mess. Plus, those new ideas and characters? They're just begging to be part of the next book – yes, it's going to be a series! I'm officially hooked on building this world.

This week, with all the final touches on "Under the Lifeguard's Watch," I just haven't had the time to write a proper book review. But don't worry, I've still been reading plenty! I always wondered how authors managed to read while writing their own stuff and now I totally get it. It's like a different kind of fuel for the creative fire.

From here on out, I'll be keeping you updated on my book's progress and release. It's honestly thrilling to share this journey with you. My autobiography? Well, that's taking a backseat for now. Right now, two guys named Casper and Soren have pretty much taken over my life, not to mention my dreams! They’re front and center and I can't wait for you to meet them.

Anyway, I'm rambling a bit, but this is what it feels like when you put your heart and soul into something. It's a little chaotic, a lot exciting and incredibly rewarding. I'd absolutely love to hear your thoughts and if there are any questions you have about the book, just ask below. Every single one of your comments genuinely makes my day and keeps me inspired.

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Writing Prompt Wednesday: Flashback Fashion: Neon Dreams & Bugle Boy Bliss

Okay, confession time. I was never the "teacher's pet" in elementary, middle, high school or even the creative writing classes I’ve taken in the past. You know those kids? The ones who spun tales of far-off lands and fantastical creatures? Yeah, that wasn't me. I always wrote about what I knew, what felt real. Apparently, my teachers thought that lacked imagination, even when I tried to sprinkle in a bit of fantasy. But hey, rules are rules, right? My abilities have expanded since and my first fantasy novel will be available within the next few months, including some very real details from my life blended within the story.

So, completely unrelated to my book, I'm diving back into the deep end with something I remember from those classes – writing prompts! And I'm calling it "Writing Prompt Wednesday." Let's see where this takes us.

Writing prompt: Name a fashion trend currently out of style that you wish would make a comeback.

My knee-jerk, totally joking response? Bellbottoms. I mean, I was born in the '70s, but did I ever actually rock a pair? Nah. I'd just be picturing myself tripping over those giant flares, or worse, them getting soaked in a puddle as I attempted to run through my backyard. Not exactly a stylish image, is it?

But let's get real. My heart belongs to the '80s and '90s. Ah, those were the days! As a kid of the '80s and a teen of the '90s, I'm torn. I have this vivid memory of seeing Madonna and Cyndi Lauper with their wild, thrift-store-chic looks. It was like, "Wow, you can wear that?" Then came the explosion of neon. Everything was bright, electric and utterly fabulous. Electric blues, acid green, bright pinks and neon purple, what’s not to love? I also remember drooling over the pages of the International Male Catalog, dreaming of all those amazing outfits, or at least the beautiful men wearing them. And oh, Bugle Boy! Once my mom finally let me have a say in what I wore (goodbye, K-Mart!), Bugle Boy became my go-to. Deejayz was in the mix too, but for anyone that remembers their preppy fashions, sometimes those fabrics were a bit…scratchy.

So, if I had to pick just one era, one look, it would be a mash-up. Picture this: vibrant neon beachwear, those crazy Jams shorts, mixed with the baggy, slightly oversized, ultra-cool Bugle Boy styles. You know, the look that made you feel like you were hanging out with the New Kids on the Block in their "Hanging Tough" days. Yeah, that's the vibe I’m talking about. It was carefree, bold and totally, unapologetically the real me.

And you know what? I missed that for many years. Not caring what people thought, just throwing on whatever made me feel good. Fashion was an expression, a loud, colorful statement of who I was. It wasn't about trends or labels; it was about fun. I’ve actually lived this way for years, choosing to buy my clothes from Rue 21 (I wish they never closed and the "NEW" Rue 21 in various Tanger shopping centers are not the same), the young men’s section of Macy’s and even quirky things I’d find in Marshalls.

What about you? What fashion trends from your past do you want to see back in style? I'd absolutely love to hear your stories and see if you have any photos of you sporting those looks. Let's have a good laugh and reminisce together! And if you happen to have any extra vintage fashion items, just lying around, feel free to spread the joy! And don’t be shy about sharing or contributing your own personal favorites to the ongoing dialogue about great fashion.

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Lost & Found Sounds: My K-Tel "Let's Beat It" Adventure

Hey everyone! So, picture this: it's the mid-80s and I'm a kid totally consumed by music. Living in my own little world filled with the constant static of my overactive brain, music was my escape, my constant companion. I'd spend hours lost in melodies, and let me tell you, my collection of cassette tapes (and later, CDs) was legendary, even if it was full of hidden gems and tunes that had slipped off the mainstream radar. Early on, K-Tel compilations became my absolute obsession. You know those albums that packed in as many hits as humanly possible, even if they did sometimes fade them out a bit early? Yeah, those. They were my gateway to a world of diverse music, all neatly compiled onto one record.

One day, while we were at Kmart on 9 Mile Road in Pensacola—during one of the rare excursions my mom made into the record department—she surprised me by actually buying me a record I was looking at. It was K-Tel's "Let's Beat It," released in 1984. Sure, the songs were a bit older by late '85 standards, but to me, they were pure gold. I didn't have any of them on 45s or the original albums and there were three tracks in particular that I NEEDED: Olivia Newton-John's "Twist of Fate," Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Want To Have Fun," and Dan Fogelberg's "The Language Of Love"—which I'd fallen in love with listening to WABB just before we moved to Florida. Honestly, that K-Tel collection was tight! It was a total mix of pop, rock, what they called "soul and funk" back then and a bit of that awesome synth-pop.

Fast forward a bit, and my friend Charlie and I started our own little pirate radio station, "WJL2," with our show, "Weekends With Chuck & Myk." I'd transferred "Let's Beat It" onto cassette, and some of those tunes became staples of our broadcast. I distinctly remember one time during a pizza run to Crusty's Pizza; we just let the whole tape play while we biked to the pizza place hoping our order would be done by the time we got up there, each holding a precious pizza box while we pedelled our bikes back to his house, praying the tape wouldn't quit and leave us with dead air. Talk about high stakes!

Sadly, my original copy of "Let's Beat It" got lost somewhere along the way—probably in the storage unit my parents rented after the split up after one of them forgot to make a payment. But you know me, with my borderline obsessive music collection habit, I have every single song on their original albums, in their full-length glory. Still, if I ever stumble across a copy of that "Let's Beat It" album on vinyl, in decent shape? It's coming home with me, no questions asked.

Okay, okay, let's get into the nitty-gritty, the tunes themselves! Because, really, what’s a K-Tel album without a good deep dive into each track? Right?

Paul McCartney And Michael Jackson – "Say Say Say": Oh man, I loved this one! I actually remember thinking, as a kid, that it was from Michael Jackson's "Thriller" album. Can you imagine my disappointment when I finally got "Thriller" and...no "Say Say Say"? Haha! Still, "Thriller" was, of course, a masterpiece, so all was not lost.

Cyndi Lauper – "Girls Just Want to Have Fun": This? This was the whole reason I had to get "Let's Beat It." Seriously, this song ignited my whole Cyndi Lauper obsession! It was way before I even knew about "She's So Unusual." This track just grabbed me and never let go.

The Cars – "You Might Think": Ah, The Cars! I was a huge fan from the get-go. "You Might Think," along with "Magic," just cemented it for me. I still listen to them from time to time. That keyboard sound...just perfect.

Olivia Newton-John – "Twist of Fate": This track? Peak '80s, if you ask me. So dramatic, so catchy, so...Olivia! Still one of my favorites, no question. It just puts me right back in that era.

Journey – "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)": Oh, come on! Steve Perry's voice and those synths? It's just epic! I mean, seriously epic. Just like "Don't Stop Believin'" when that song comes on, you just have to sing along. It's the law!

Asia – "Heat of the Moment": You know what? This is the Asia song for me. I know they have other stuff, but "Heat of the Moment"? That’s it. That's the one. I adore it.

Quiet Riot – "Cum On Feel The Noize": Okay, so I'm a Quiet Riot fan, full disclosure. But I have to admit, the whole "Metal Health" video scared me a little as a kid, haha! I actually prefer the Slade version of this song, but Quiet Riot's take has its own...thing going on, you know?

Michael Jackson – "Human Nature": A good track, no doubt about it. But if I'm being brutally honest, it was never my favorite off of "Thriller." It's kind of just...okay. Compared to the other stuff on that album, it just didn't hit the same for me, same here.

Billy Joel – "Tell Her About It": Billy Joel from this era? Absolutely! Sign me up! There was just something so energetic and fun about his music back then. Always a good time.

Men At Work – "Down Under": Classic, right? Quirky and totally unforgettable. It always makes me picture Australia, even though I've never been! Music can do that, take you places in your mind.

The Police – "Every Breath You Take": Sting's voice? That's it. That’s all I need to say. It's everything. Period. No debate. End of story.

Pat Benatar – "Love Is A Battlefield": This song and the video? Woah! Mind blown! I remember my next door neighbor Angie and I trying to recreate the video in her living room with bedsheets wrapped around us like dresses. Somehow, Angie always played the part of the creepy pimp guy that gets the drink thrown in his face, the reason Cheri had a red Kool-Aid stain in her living room carpet and corner of her couch. Talk about a core childhood memory, right there.

Daryl Hall & John Oates – "Maneater": Loved, loved, loved the video for this one. And yeah, I'll admit it: I had a huge crush on Daryl Hall. There, I said it! Haha!

Dan Fogelberg – "The Language Of Love": I fell for this song hard before we moved. Just totally swept me away. And you know what? It still does. It’s one of those songs that just stands the test of time for me.

Man, just writing about this album has been such a trip down memory lane. It's amazing how a single record can bring back so many feelings and stories. It makes you think about how music shapes our lives, right? I'd love to hear about the albums that have special meaning to you! What records take you back? Drop a comment below and share your own musical memories! By the way, if you happen to stumble upon any cool vintage vinyl in your travels (especially K-Tel gems!), you know where to find me! Just saying! Also, if you love the articles I am posting and want to support what I do, you know, your support in any way is always appreciated!

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Whispers from the Void: Have We Ever Truly Been Alone?

Have you ever looked up at the night sky, at the infinite expanse of twinkling stars, and felt a chill run down your spine? Not just from the cold, but from a profound sense of mystery? It's a feeling that gnaws at you, whispering a question that has haunted humanity since we first gazed upward: Are we truly alone?

I remember nights as a kid, I would sometimes lay on my slide or in the grass in our backyard staring up, wondering the same thing. The vastness was both terrifying and intoxicating. Was there something, or someone, else out there? Was their existence just a reflection of our deepest hopes and fears, or was it a cold, hard fact waiting to be discovered? And if I'm being completely honest, those weren't just innocent childhood ponderings. Even then, as crazy as it sounds now, I had these…memories, or feelings, like something had happened. A sense of being taken, or visited. Vivid yet vague images, strange lights, a feeling of being somewhere…else. It’s something I’ve carried with me, a quiet unease that colors my view of those endless stars.

As we grow, that childhood wonder often fades, replaced by the day-to-day grind. But every now and then, that old feeling comes back, that eerie sensation that we're just children lost in the dark, peering into a void filled with unknown potential. And for me, it’s always tinged with that strange sense of…experience.

Some people say we're it, the cosmic jackpot, a fluke of nature so intricately designed that it couldn't possibly happen anywhere else. But then, my mind races to the sheer scale of the universe—Earth, our little blue marble, is just a speck in a sea of galaxies. To think we're unique in all this? It feels absurd, a kind of cosmic arrogance. Doesn't it? Almost as if we’re afraid to admit that we aren't special in some ways. Especially when my own life feels…touched by something unearthly.

So, if there are others out there, how on earth—or, should I say, beyond Earth—would we ever meet them? Who are they? Where could they be hiding? And how could anyone possibly bridge those unimaginable distances between the stars? Now, things get a little weird, a little spooky. Scientists, the real brainy types, are playing around with some wild ideas that sound straight out of sci-fi.

Think about black holes. Those things aren't just big, dark suckers of everything; they might just be doors to…somewhere else. It's like, the very rules of reality break down where these things exist. There’s a theory—a wild one, sure—that these holes could be gateways, shortcuts to other universes or dimensions. Imagine that. Stepping through one of those and finding yourself in another place, another time. Almost as if those rules are more guidelines we follow or fear to break rather than real and permanent at all times. Could those strange childhood memories of mine somehow be tied to such a cosmic doorway?

And then there's the even creepier thought: What if they’re already here? What if there's a shadow universe running right alongside ours? Like, it's always there, but invisible. Only gravity links us. These unseen worlds might be tugging at us, making things move in strange ways. Could beings exist there, beings that see us as the phantoms? Could they be just a hair's breadth away, on the other side of some strange boundary we can't even perceive? Could those feelings I had as a child have been a brush against that hidden reality?

Some scientists even suggest our entire universe might be just a tiny piece of some mega-structure, with countless other universes, each with their own rules and maybe their own versions of life. Maybe places where there are only two dimensions, or twenty, or where time is all messed up and everything happens at once. It's mind-bending, and honestly, a little unsettling. Makes you wonder what else is out there we could not conceive or would rather ignore. It certainly makes my own strange memories feel…less isolated.

These ideas brush against that part of the brain that deals with mysteries and big questions, the part that likes the unexplained. And for me, it's always been a little more personal than just a thought experiment.

Anyway, I’m sure you've had similar thoughts. Staring up, letting the questions bubble up, feeling that tiny prickle of possibility. Maybe you’ve even had your own strange experiences? It's a shared experience, a human thing.

So, I’m throwing this out to you: What do you think? Do you feel the same? What are your own theories about what—or who—might be out there? Have you ever had a feeling, a memory, something you just couldn't explain? I would honestly love to hear your thoughts. Share them down below in the comments! Your insights, like those stars in the vast cosmos, are a welcome addition to the light. If this kind of pondering gives you a thrill, and you want to support this ongoing exploration of the unknown, a little stardust in my tip jar would be absolutely stellar. ;) Let's keep these cosmic conversations going!

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Stig’s Unconventional Job Related Adventures: Lessons from a Rebel Spirit

We all have that one friend who turns life into an unforgettable tapestry of eccentric experiences. For me, that friend is Stig. From the moment I met him, he’s been this unapologetically unique force of nature who thrives on making his own fun and living without regrets. Much like me, his life has been a series of “you can’t make this up” moments, all capture his strange and loveable spirit, including this story.

Back in the day, Stig had this peculiar, self-created pastime—one that was as weird as it was oddly brilliant. You see, he didn’t need a traditional job. Between working for his Gran in her trailer park (sometimes cheekily charging tenants for services he was technically already paid to do), selling random treasures at the flea market and dabbling in the art of the occasional hustle, he had more than enough to get by. But Stig wasn’t about the money—it was about the experience.

In true Stig fashion, he invented a quirky hobby: filling out job applications for random businesses around town, acing the interviews and negotiating wages he had no intention of accepting. Why? Out of sheer curiosity and a desire to see what the job market really looked like in our little corner of the world, Pace and Milton. He wanted to know what Gran's tenants might be earning, and, well, because it was fun to him.

I’ll never forget the day he told me, while we were lounging in one of his Gran's camper trailers, that he’d interviewed at every fast-food joint in town just “for shits and giggles.” When I told him I needed a job to escape my parents’ drama and make my own money, his advice was simple: "You’ll need to look out of town because I’ve been everywhere here already."

And that’s when he shared one of his funniest stories. Apparently, he once applied to McDonald’s in Milton, handed his application to a cashier and got a call back within hours. He suited up, went to the interview and met with a “manager” who couldn’t have been more than a year or two out of high school herself. After the standard questions, she hit him with something absurd: “Would you have a problem cleaning the restroom with a toothbrush if someone asked you to?”

Most people would balk, but not Stig. With a straight face, he replied, “Can I bring my own toothbrush so I don’t inconvenience you?” Oddly enough, she loved his answer. When she offered him the job on the spot, he not only declined but also gave her an impromptu lecture about inappropriate interview questions, poor management practices and the laughable pay.

That’s the thing about Stig—he’s never afraid to call out nonsense when he sees it. He’s always stood up for what’s right, whether it’s challenging a bad boss or helping a teenager negotiate fair pay for their first job. To this day, Stig remains that guy who looks out for others, ensuring they don’t start their working lives underpaid and undervalued.

Stig’s story reminds me that life is what you make of it. Whether you’re navigating job interviews or just trying to keep things interesting, a little humor and a lot of authenticity can go a long way. He’s proof that you don’t need to follow the conventional path to make an impact—sometimes, all it takes is staying true to who you are and lifting others as you go.

What about you? Do you have a friend with an equally wild or inspiring story? Share your thoughts in the comments below—I’d love to hear them! And hey, if Stig’s tale brought a smile to your face or sparked some nostalgia, consider showing us a little love by supporting the blog. Your kindness keeps these stories alive. 💛

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