One of my kids could save the world one day...

I was reading an article on cracked.com awhile back, I don't remember about what, but a part of it really stuck out to me and I started to research it some more.  Apparently, our planet can only support about 10 billion people.  Some scientists estimate we'll reach that sometime around 2050.  That's not that far away. Right now, there are more than 7 billion people in the world. When I was born, there were about 4.5 billion.

Humans are known for their adaptability and ingenuity. In the future and probably right now, brilliant scientists will be looking for a solution to this problem. So who knows? Maybe one of my kids,or maybe one of yours will be the genius that solves this problem.

Random Revelations

1.  All people truly believe that deep down, they're good.  They're not. That's just ego. There are good people. There are bad people. There are a whole lot of people that are neither.

2.  Nobody really cares about your problems or what's going on in your life.  If things are going well, nobody is truly happy for you. If they have any feelings at all on the matter, it's envy.

3.  I'm not gonna live to see 40. The monster is becoming more insistent on removing the mask.

I am The Walking Dead

I've had this thought in my head for a long time. A formless idea that I didn't know what to call.  It finally occurred to me.  I am the walking dead. Not in any supernatural Zombie Apocalypse sense.  It's a descriptor of my own. I'm alive.  I live.  I walk around.  I'm functional, to a degree, but I'm just waiting for life to take its course; I'm just going through the motions, waiting for it to end.  Now, don't get me wrong, I have a few driving forces that keep me from taking matters into my own hands. I have my fiance, who, despite her faults is the best girl I could ever ask for.  I have my son, Logan, who is just the greatest 1 year old ever to have lived. I have my kinda-sorta step-daughter who I love as my own child. She's a great, great kid. As good a girl as anyone could anyone could ever ask for. And then there's Thor, my eldest son.  His mother hasn't let me see him in nearly 4 years, but I will have him back one day.  This blog is to document my own personal hell that nobody knows about. This is about the monster behind the mask.