Category Archives: Spirituality

Vacation’s Romances

If you can’t find sex under a blue sky, you can’t find it anywhere.

beach

heat relaxing

sunshine good times

high clear deep bluest sky

new friends open conversations

food wine music party suntanned girls

strolling sightseeing swimming sunbathing

dancing talking kissing friends romance love sex

late summer Mediterranean vacation’s fond memories

seem mostly of fleeting romance, transient love, casual sex

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

not that casual sex on vacation is to be approved of

Time is Running Out

Time is probably infinite.  Your Time and my Time is very finite.

Time goes by, after all that’s the basic job of Time.  What Time does best is pass.  And, the ordinary scientist, working in an ordinary universe, will tell you that time passes at a constant rate.  To all practical intents and purposes that’s true – except for when it’s not.

For a start, perfectly respectable physicists can prove that Time passes at different rates depending on things like how fast you are travelling, and how much gravity is affecting you.  As it goes, that’s only interesting to people who fly a lot and astronauts.

What’s more interesting to everyone is how fast time seems to pass in different situations, with different people, in different places, when we are doing different things.  For example, in airport departure lounges Time crawls by like a wounded fly – unless you are late for your flight, and then Time just blasts past.

If you are with the one you love, and she / he loves you too, then each moment lasts a delicious eternity, but eternity lasts  just a heartbeat.  Conversely, if you are in an abusive / dysfunctional / one-sided relationship, then the minutes last forever.  Trust me, I’ve been there more than once.

When you are having a brilliant vacation, (as I am on Crete right now), then the days pass in a blur, and all to soon it’s over.  Then Time brings you back down to Earth with a bump when you’re in an airport departure lounge again.

As we get older, we come to realise that our personal lifetime is short, finite, and will end probably sooner than we would like.  That’s Time’s final cruel joke.

Some say that we have commitments and responsibilities…… that we  should spend our Time doing what’s expected of us, to the best of our abilities.  And, that sometimes Time drags through boredom, ennui, and lassitude.  All I know is that the rest of my time on this Earth is going to be filled with adventure, fun, love, sex, and really wild things.

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Time for me to leave my comfort zone behind forever

The Lady Loves

Sex without real love is as pointless as love without great sex.

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sex,

lovers,

sensuality,

hot sexiness,

the lady adores,

his cool advances,

he takes every chance,

she loves a sexual dance,

she entrances with a glance,

amorous excitement, romance,

is this true friendship, love or sex?

real dominatrix or submissive enough?

does she like very hard, passionate, rough?

or a slow sensual romantic gentle caring love?

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

or maybe she likes meaningless casual animal sex

Tunes on Tuesday ~ Shania Twain

Never try to impress a woman ~ she’s seen and heard it all before.

What’s likely to impress a woman, and what isn’t?

Outside of a new love’s first bliss, I don’t know any really cool woman who isn’t going to think this line is totally sick making;  The darkest hour of my day is the hour in which I don’t get to see you.  ~  Amit Kalantri.  It’s a cute line, but to me it’s not cool, and not impressive.

Actually, that may not be quite true, it’s all about the mood, the moment, the time, the place, and the delivery.  But, in my experience, a line like that is just trying too hard.

In general terms, the harder a guy tries to impress a cool, mature, together woman, the less impressed she is likely to be.  The thing is, boys have been trying to impress her ever since they first noticed that she was a girl ~ so you’ve got twenty years of her cynicism to overcome.

Unless you’re Steve McQueen forget about impressing her, and just be true to yourself.  If that’s not enough then politely say goodbye ~ some say there’s always a nicer, prettier, sexier girl just around the corner.  Me I’m not always so certain.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Next to Snoopy, who was ever cooler?

Monochrome Monday ~ California

Got on board a west bound 747, it never rains in Southern California.

But man don’t they warn you, man it pours, man it pours.  England is my home, I want to go home, I want to go home, where it rains but it never pours.  And, they say it never rains in Southern California.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Southern California is a cool place to be.

Pictures taken by The Girl Riding Shotgun.

Project: Jack Collier

I you try you risk failure, if you don’t you ensure it.

In order to truly become a better man I’ve had to fall back on some of my past strengths and abilities.  Back in the day, I was paid stupid amounts of money to invent, develop, organise, and run major projects ~ ergo I’ve decided that I should treat my becoming the better man as a project.  Think about it, it sort of makes good sense.

It is less about becoming a better person, and more of being better, as a person.  ~  J.R. Rim

This self-improvement, and self-development project would seem to have the following elements;

  • Embrace change to avoid slipping back into my old, negative patterns of behaviour.
  • Have more confidence and self-reliance in my own innate abilities.
  • I should always speak up for myself, and always speak the truth, strive to communicate well with others, especially with those I care for.
  • Keep my close relationships in focus, neither neglect the people I care about, nor have unrealistic expectations of them.
  • Conversely, have increasingly ambitious expectations of myself, and what I will be able to achieve.
  • Get some balance and stability into my life ~ and I may need a lot of help with this.
  • Remain grounded, balanced, and in control of my thoughts, feelings, and actions.
  • Be in touch with the Universe and accepting of the realities in every area of my life
  • Develop the endurance to plan and successfully achieve long term wants, needs, goals, desires, dreams, and ambitions.
  • Get fitter and healthier so that I have the controlled energy to make the fullest success of Project: Jack Collier.

Written down like that it seems I have a lot to work to do, and I’m certain that if I thought harder I could add more bullet points to that list.  But, 10 difficult things to work on is more than enough for now.

My Life is changing day to day, sometimes in small ways and sometimes in quite scary ways.  I need to find my path forward, and be the captain, master, and director of my own life.

It’s not about taking control of my life in the sense that I am trying to control everything and everyone around me, it’s about me deciding what it is that I really want, and then striving with everything I have to get it.  I I really want something, I should let nothing stand in my way.  My life is a reflection of my choices, and how I use my strengths and abilities to achieve success.

The goal of life purpose is not what you will create, but what it will make you into for creating it.  ~  Shannon L. Alder.

Some say that success is getting what you want.  And that happiness is wanting what you get.  All I know is that my strength will not come from winning, my strength will be the result of trying very hard.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

parasailing was so far outside of my comfort zone that I didn’t try it

I should have

 

Scenes on Sunday ~ Marmaduke

The young at heart will always find a friend in a teddy bear.

Marmaduke is my teddy bear.  He has his own life, filled with adventures, daydreams, and really wild things.  But, the boat has got to go.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

It’s a grand life being a well-travelled teddy bear.

Songs on Saturday ~ Alicia Keys

New York, if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.

I want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep

And find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap

I like New York, I like the Plaza, the Monkey Bar, the Circle Line, Saks on 5th, and eating at Lincoln Square Steak.  I don’t like gypsy cabs, the subway, Times Square, or Central Park.

Please listen responsibly.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

In New York, “have a nice day…..” doesn’t mean what you think it means.

Confessions and Mistakes

How many bad decisions seemed like a good idea at the time?

Over the years I’ve made some really bad decisions.  From time to time I got angry and subsequently did some reprehensible things I now regret.   I have reacted with nasty spite when I should have stayed calm, and I’ve felt resentful for no good reason, which usually turned me into a dangerous Mr. Hyde or a rabid black dog.

And when he was good he was very, very good,  but when he was bad he was horrid.  ~  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Not every time things went badly pear-shaped was my fault.  Not every person I’ve hurt was an innocent bystander.  Some of the people I’ve had uncharitable thoughts about actually deserved my condemnation.  And there have been some people I wouldn’t cross the road to spit on.  But, and here’s the thing, all the time I was an angry, judgemental, resentful, dangerous bastard person, I was still suffering from Borderline Personality Disorder, and / or, Bipolar Disorder.  I was always afraid, and I was always running away.

Add the whole lot together, all the anger, resentments, mental illness, and it’s not surprising that I used to be hypercritical, lacking in understanding, and totally unwilling to accept anyone who didn’t measure up to my warped standards.  It’s not surprising that from time to time I could hurt the ones I love.  Sometimes the only things I was good at was causing pain and heartache.

It only takes one word to hurt a woman, a matter of seconds, one stupid, impatient sting of the whip.  But winning back her trust takes years.  And sometimes there isn’t the time.  ~  Nina George

I have actually made a list of all the people I believe I have hurt over the years, (that’s the difficult step 8 in 12 step programmes), and thought about the what, why, when, how, where, and if of making amends to those people.  Of my original list I’ve crossed off some names, because I’m not a saint, so I’m not making amends to everyone I’ve wronged.  And, I’ve underlined some other names, of women I really do need to make immediate, meaningful, and lasting amends to.  (my Goddess Aphrodite and The Girl Riding Shotgun spring to mind.)  But as the quote from Nina George says, sometimes rebuilding trusting relationships takes years.

I have spoken in haste too often, spoken from negative and dark emotions too often, and been thoughtless too often.  But, the recent paradigm shift that I experienced from being way outside of my comfort zone for a week should mean that I don’t make those enraged mistakes again.

Some say there is no such thing as a mistake or a bad decision.  And that the consequences of a really bad decision are a learning opportunity.  All I know is that if I go off the rails there is going to be a painful disaster, and someone will get hurt ~usually including me.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Nobody likes to be with a dangerous jerk.

Be that guy, and be alone in the dark.

The Fastest Car In The World

Some days you don’t want to be just a number anymore.

The Lotus / Caterham 7 is the fastest A to B car in the world.  Nine times out of ten a well-sorted 7 will get you to a destination a couple of hundred miles away even faster than a powerful motorcycle.  The only car that can come close to a 7 is a Porsche 911, but take one of those on an LA freeway and the gaps in traffic just aren’t big enough to make real progress ~ without you getting killed or caught.

A Lotus / Caterham Seven is SMALL.  You don’t turn the steering wheel, press the gas pedal, or reach down to change gear ~ you think the little car into gaps in traffic.  By the time you have had a conscious thought you are already a few hundred yards down the road.  A Seven is an extension of your mind, not an extension of your body ~ and for a guy a 7 is not an extension of your penis like a Porsche.

Both a Porsche and a well-sorted 7 will get you from rest to 60 miles and hour in a little under 4 seconds, but in any car other than a Seven you will need an open road, free of traffic, to make the most of that car’s savage acceleration.  In a Lotus / Caterham 7 you can just about ignore traffic ~ if you are brave enough, and if you are good enough.  And, you have no business sitting in the driver’s seat of a seven if you are not brave.

I don’t mean stupidly brave like motorcycle owners who are always just one tiny mistake from serious injury, or death.  Transplant surgeons love it when it rains, because they know there will be a motorcycle accident and they they will have some spare parts soon.

Brave in a Lotus / Caterham 7 means being who you truly are, embracing freedom, throwing away your ‘stand-in-line’ mentality, and becoming one with the moment.

Many women will not sit in the passenger seat of a Seven more than once.  They find the entire experience too visceral, too powerfully emotive, too fucking damn frightening.  Finding a girl to ride shotgun on a long road trip in a Seven isn’t an easy thing to do ~ but then what real man wants the first women they meet at a bar?  If you drive a Seven it’s going to take patience and time to find The Girl Riding Shotgun.

Anyway, if you are a real man you will have built your Seven yourself, and that takes time and patience too.  And if you drive hard, with the top down, (which is the only true way to drive a 7), then she can’t talk with you anyway~ it’s just too damn noisy.  The harsh bark of the side exhaust is overpowered by the flat roar from the Weber carburettors.  There is wind noise around the side-screens, tyre roar, and probably transmission whine.

There are some other things about a 7 most ordinary women don’t like.  It’s tiny, she’s sitting with her ass less than a foot from the road underneath, her hair is going to get blown about, every time you reach down to change gears you’re going to touch her leg, there’s limited luggage space, and when she gets out she’s got to be fucking damn careful not to burn her leg on the side exhaust, (if you’re driving a European spec car).

But real women, women who are not afraid of their own feelings will love a Caterham / Lotus 7.

Some say that they’re not a number, that they are a free man.  And, that they will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, numbered, and made to stand in line.  All I know is that of you drive a Seven you can do anything, as long as it’s what you want.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Me and my Seven.

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