Guest Writer #32: Mike Bibby

Hey friends, sorry for the wait...but we're back. December's almost in full swing...I know I usually try to do a thing where I post everyday in December, but the more I thought about it, the more it made me realize that when I do do that, the posts get really rushed and lack in quality, so at most I'm gonna try to do every other day, but we'll see how that goes.

#1: SpeakingMyMind 

#2: Letters To You 

#3: TC 

#4: Anonymous Queen B

#5: Someone You Used To Know 

#6: Heartlocked 

#7: LG Slayer 231 

#8: TC

#9: G. Ho 

#10: Golden Frieza 

#11: Ghost Writer 

#12: Pink Precariat

#13: Disconnect 

#14: Daniel 

#15: Golden Frieza

#16: Someone You Used To Know 

#17: Yellow Rose 

#18: SpeakingMyMind

#19: Heartlocked 

#20: My Best Friend Agnes Part 2 

#21: Free Spirit, Wild Heart
#22: Inner Self 

#23: G 

#24: Nuji 

#25: Broccoli 

#26 

#27: Dak 

#28: Carmom

#29: Mike Bibby 

#30: B.C.K. 

#31: WG 

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Hey everyone! It’s M-Bibby back again for another post. So today’s post is a story about my first love. Oh boy LOOOOL.

So I was scrolling down my ig dms, and I found this dm of mine (hundreds of weeks old) when I was in elementary school. So to give you some backdrop, when I was in elementary school, I had this hella big crush on girl. She was cute (still is), and you don’t understand how much I liked this girl LOL. Let’s call her Megan. I always tried to be around her and everything, lowkey was mostly friends with her best friend in order to see her. I liked her from like grade 6-8, and I finally got lucky and she was in my class in grade 8. Yo when I saw her name on the attendance list I was like freaking yelling, I was so excited. So back to the dm, it was like a 4 message dm, basically I didn’t know how to talk to her, and I would ask megan what homework we had in our classes, in order to gage conversation. LOOIL little me had no game. So side note, one of my friends, let’s call him Ben, was a hockey/ baseball player, he moved to my school in grade 7 and basically I introduced him to all his friends now. So fast forward to the end of the year, all my boys were hyping me up to ask this girl out for grad and dance but I pussied out so hard and never did it. So at grad I found out this man snaked me and he was dancing with her. When I saw that, my heart sank so hard bro I wanted to cry, legit felt like I was watching a sad wongfu romance video. Man I always thought what if I went for it? All these what if questions. Rod is right when he always talks about shooting your shot. Man I always have snakes as friends, smh. Screw Baseball and Hockey players. LOL. Hope you guys enjoyed this story. Peace.

Vantage Point

So first things first, if you haven't already...do me a solid favour and fill out this google doc, it'll take less than 30 seconds and you're helping me with this project I'm doing for the blog...thanks!

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We not return to our regularly scheduled program. So a vantage point is defined as a place or position affording a good view of something. So there's also a movie called Vantage Point, it's super dope, you should watch it. Pretty much the president of something gets assassinated and the movie is split into like 5-6 different parts, each part being somebody's perspective...so different witnesses, the president himself, his body guards, that kinda stuff. Which brings me to today's post. When I think about life in that kind of perspective...I'm always so mind blown and in awe. How one thing can happen, but people can view it in so many different ways. Whether you're looking at a picture or listening to someone tell you a story...each person has a different interpretation of what's in front of them...and that's super cool to me...to be able to say tell a story to different people and hear the different, contrasting perspectives...some in which I would have never thought of myself. Same thing goes for sharing your problems or getting advice from people...you can be like yeah so I'm going through this and this...and each person you tell will give you a different perspective and opinion on what they think you should do moving forward. That's also why I like and I encourage people to always search for second, third opinions when it comes to problems and advice...as well to try not to go to the same people over and over again, despite wanting to because of familiarity or cuz they're your best friend. Sometimes I'll go to the most randomest people and they'll offer insight and perspective in ways I would've never thought of. So yeah, that's just my little note on how everyone might see the same thing in front of them...but they all might interpret it super differently...and that's okay. 

From The Heart #2

Hey y'all...so I actually intended on writing about something completely different, but then this hit me...at like 4 am in the morning...and I just started writing...and writing. Maybe it's all the Sam Smith I've been listening to lately...which btw his album is so beautiful LOL. But yeah...I dunno what prompted me to even start reading that conversation...I mean like I've been having trouble sleeping, so I usually just go on my mind and just waste time...so yeah, rereading this now...it's funny...hella corny and emotional... but funny nonetheless...so yeah, here's me at 4 am in the morning, unfiltered..."uninterrupted"...shout out Lebron.

I’m a real bad hoarder, I can’t seem to throw things away. I give meaning and value to the most randomest things. The biggest one would be old texts, messages, cards, no matter who it’s from...old/former friends, exes, you name it. I remember countless times sitting in front of my computer reading old msn conversations. I remember being really sad when I lost my old phone because it had all the conversations with my ex. I can’t delete text conversations with certain people because I think to myself well what if I wanna go through it one day. And so here I am...4 am in the morning, rereading an old conversation with this girl I was dealing with, getting way too unnecessarily emotional. The first being joy and anxiousness, the good anxiousness, the butterflies of the first dates, the chase, the feeling out process. Then of course the nervousness of taking steps to further the relationship...entire days planned out, holding her hand, the literal game plan of how to go in for the first kiss LOOOOL. But as I keep reading the text messages, I start skimming more and more, as well skipping more and more as the final few emotions and the deja vu sinks in...confusion, sadness, regret...wondering what happened, what changed, what went wrong. Was it me, things were going so well...the up and down rush of emotions hit me like a whirlwind, but as it comes down...an emptiness kinda overtakes it all, as I stop scrolling and close the conversation, realizing and remember that it’s over. I honestly don’t know why I decided to write about this, I don’t even know if I’m gonna post this. I just started reading the conversation and felt compelled to write about it. I write this right now, feeling a lot of mixed emotions tbh, but this is as real and as raw as it gets I guess, no filter, just whatever words come to mind. Honestly I’ll probably read this tomorrow morning and be like dude what the heck is wrong with you...but that’s what makes this blog real I guess. Who knows how I’m feeling tomorrow when I read this and if I decide to post it, if I do, enjoy...you’ll probably get a good laugh out of it lol. \

To you, if this manages to reach you in some sort of capacity, I look forward to seeing if our paths cross once again in the future."

Shoot Your Shot

As a basketball player, I've always learned to shoot my shot. What does this mean...well it's this belief that I and I'm pretty sure most other shooters have that every shot they shoot is going in. Now as a shooter...you're gonna miss, but you keep shooting your shot. Ray Allen, one of the greatest shooters in NBA history said that despite missing a shot and even going 0-10 for example...he'd always believe that the next shot he shot was going to go in. Now any basketball player will tell you that for the most part...just cuz you miss, doesn't mean you stop shooting...yeah it might mean you need to take better shots, but you don't stop shooting. You don't get discouraged because everyone misses and eventually...the shot will go in, you just gotta keep shooting. If you stop at the first miss...then you prevent yourself from scoring. Let's bring that into the context of life. Simply put, if you don't shoot your shot, if you don't take a chance...you'll always wonder what if I had...and that's probably the worst feeling ever. Worse than missing a shot, worse than missing multiple shots...is not taking that shot and wondering if it would have gone in or not. Whether you're asking a girl out, applying for a job...or whatever it might be...rejection is a big part of life, it shouldn't stop you from constantly trying until you finally get it, y'feel? I can tell you stories on stories of me asking girls out that ether rejected me or it didn't work out. Similarly, I've been applying for so many jobs as of late and the majority of them haven't been replying to me...but that doesn't stop me from shooting my shot...better to apply and not hear back than to sit and not apply and wonder what would have happened if I did. Simply put, when you shoot your shot...it either goes in or it doesn't...you pick up the ball, you shoot your shot again. When you don't shoot...you'll never what would have happened if you did shoot your shot, you're preventing yourself from even trying. Don't let the fear of failure stop you from trying, embrace it, it's a healthy part of life...and it'll make it all the more worthwhile when you finally sink that shot and look back and all the shots you missed to get to this point...peace out, see you soon.