Hello and welcome back to the show. Our topic of the day is. The Subterranean Jack. What the fuck is a Subterranean Jack? Well if that is your question you have come to the right place.
Every person that roams this planet has been exposed to a Subterranean Jack. The definition of this rare happening is as such. A Subterranean Jack is the name or title of the noun that has taken over your life without your knowledge.
For most of us the jack comes in the form of a Boyfriend or Girlfriend. That very special someone who entered our lives just as all people do, with an invitation. Then completely unknown to us takes us over. You can tell when it happens when said person can invoke strong emotions in you. For example I don't mean she broke your favorite bong that you got only yesterday and it pisses you off. I mean when he says" Uh, Honey I am going to the Titty Bar with the guys" and that feeling of dread washes over you. In the form of jealousy, insecurity, and anger. The Jack has you. Now, 6 months ago you would'nt have cared if he was hanging out with his ex-girlfriend. Now all of a sudden the Jack has taken control. Till he returns you find your self calling his cell repeatedly, even calling his friends just to calm the feelings that you never had before, pacing round the house wearing a trench in your carpet like a Bugs Bunny Cartoon and freaking out for lack of a better term, when only months before a night like this would have gone unnoticed. It's these symptoms that make up your own personal Subterranean Jack.
For others it's your job. You used to go out and do things, have fun and enjoy the life you have, you used to plan on the future like a kid when they think what am I going to be when I grow up? Now that the Jack set in you find yourself going to bed earlier and earlier, cancelling things you used to love for the sake of your so called performance on ther clock. Your fashion sense has veered tragically( for some people this is not a bad sign, change is exactly what they needed) for others they gave in and conformed for the sake of their new found Jack. Even though the end of the day bell has rung you find yourself taking the job home with you. For example boring the living shit out of your family and friends with hours of needless shop talk, reports, or preparation for the next day, even giving up the obligatory "let's stay up late and fuck session" just to feed the Jack of the on coming day.
For some the Jack comes in the form an an addiction. What started out as just a thing on the weekends or, only when my friends have it or I got a few extra bucks to blow on a horse race, has Ballooned up to a full blown addiction now you can't wait to get the fix. Your health, your family, your kids college fund all now come second to your new master, The Subterranean Jack who whispers sweet nothings in your ear of how help is on the way and it will be over soon, just give in.
Protect your self from the pain that a Jack can cause. You can start by having a healthy attitude about yourself, not sitting there kissing the mirror, some of you fucks do that enough. I mean truly thinking for your self, shut off the fucking T.V.,stop falling prey to the media scare tactics and throw your self a fucking bone once in a while. Stay up late, have the fucking cigarrette, eat the Hagen Daz, and for fuck sake ask the cute little Red Head at the Quickie Mart if she is thinking what you are thinking, you deserve it. Be in charge of yourself instead of letting someone or something rule you. It's easier to follow then to lead, but if you get too used to following it's all you will know. Leading takes balls, the very thing you lost without knowing it. Take it from your ol' buddy Zedasex, it is way more fun to be Captian of the ship.
Thank you for your time I hope I was at the very least enlightening to one of you. Tune in next month there's more where that came from. Drink up me hearties Yo Ho. We'll talk again.
Every person that roams this planet has been exposed to a Subterranean Jack. The definition of this rare happening is as such. A Subterranean Jack is the name or title of the noun that has taken over your life without your knowledge.
For most of us the jack comes in the form of a Boyfriend or Girlfriend. That very special someone who entered our lives just as all people do, with an invitation. Then completely unknown to us takes us over. You can tell when it happens when said person can invoke strong emotions in you. For example I don't mean she broke your favorite bong that you got only yesterday and it pisses you off. I mean when he says" Uh, Honey I am going to the Titty Bar with the guys" and that feeling of dread washes over you. In the form of jealousy, insecurity, and anger. The Jack has you. Now, 6 months ago you would'nt have cared if he was hanging out with his ex-girlfriend. Now all of a sudden the Jack has taken control. Till he returns you find your self calling his cell repeatedly, even calling his friends just to calm the feelings that you never had before, pacing round the house wearing a trench in your carpet like a Bugs Bunny Cartoon and freaking out for lack of a better term, when only months before a night like this would have gone unnoticed. It's these symptoms that make up your own personal Subterranean Jack.
For others it's your job. You used to go out and do things, have fun and enjoy the life you have, you used to plan on the future like a kid when they think what am I going to be when I grow up? Now that the Jack set in you find yourself going to bed earlier and earlier, cancelling things you used to love for the sake of your so called performance on ther clock. Your fashion sense has veered tragically( for some people this is not a bad sign, change is exactly what they needed) for others they gave in and conformed for the sake of their new found Jack. Even though the end of the day bell has rung you find yourself taking the job home with you. For example boring the living shit out of your family and friends with hours of needless shop talk, reports, or preparation for the next day, even giving up the obligatory "let's stay up late and fuck session" just to feed the Jack of the on coming day.
For some the Jack comes in the form an an addiction. What started out as just a thing on the weekends or, only when my friends have it or I got a few extra bucks to blow on a horse race, has Ballooned up to a full blown addiction now you can't wait to get the fix. Your health, your family, your kids college fund all now come second to your new master, The Subterranean Jack who whispers sweet nothings in your ear of how help is on the way and it will be over soon, just give in.
Protect your self from the pain that a Jack can cause. You can start by having a healthy attitude about yourself, not sitting there kissing the mirror, some of you fucks do that enough. I mean truly thinking for your self, shut off the fucking T.V.,stop falling prey to the media scare tactics and throw your self a fucking bone once in a while. Stay up late, have the fucking cigarrette, eat the Hagen Daz, and for fuck sake ask the cute little Red Head at the Quickie Mart if she is thinking what you are thinking, you deserve it. Be in charge of yourself instead of letting someone or something rule you. It's easier to follow then to lead, but if you get too used to following it's all you will know. Leading takes balls, the very thing you lost without knowing it. Take it from your ol' buddy Zedasex, it is way more fun to be Captian of the ship.
Thank you for your time I hope I was at the very least enlightening to one of you. Tune in next month there's more where that came from. Drink up me hearties Yo Ho. We'll talk again.
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
angie1:
you're hot!!! 
xhavokx:
I enjoy reading your journals!