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What're you doing with your life?

This is a question I often sit back and ask myself. I know a lot of people do. It's a fairly standard life question. You get to a certain age and you realize your life isn't the way you imagined it would be. You don't have the dream job you planned for yourself. You don't have the dream husband or wife. You don't have the dream family. You don't have the dream bank account. You don't have the dream car. I work a fairly boring job. I sit at a desk all day and I talk to people about their insurance claims. The job itself is great and I love what I do and the company that I work for....but sometimes I feel that i'm just stuck in the same routine. My issue is that I wake up every morning between 5 and 6am. I make it to work at 8am. I work till 5pm. I leave work and get home around 6pm. I watch TV till about 11pm. I go to bed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. I sometimes make my YouTube videos...but for the most part I'm stuck wondering what happened t...
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What's something the world doesn't know about you?

If someone were to ask me that question, I think I have a good answer to that. I don't think people realize that I'm truly a trailer park kid from the hood. I lived in the same trailer for 17 years and lived in 3 different trailer parks. I don't look down on others for living in a trailer and I know that my dad truly did the best that he could to provide for my family. I would always like to tell myself that he bought the trailer because it was practical at first for my mother, and I truly thought that was the reason as a child...but as an adult I think back and I realize that my dad just really couldn't afford much of anything else. You see, the reason why it was practical for my mom had muscular dystrophy which confined her to a wheelchair my entire life. We bought the trailer with the mind set that it would be easier for her to move around and not have to worry about going up and down steps or whatever nonsense I told myself as a child. Anything to not have t...
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Some days I sing, some days I don't.

I started this blog because I wanted to be funny and make people laugh, but the harsh reality of this world is that sometimes even the funniest person can cry the hardest. In the past 2 years I have lost both my parents and my sister was killed. Sometimes I'm OK and can function properly.  Sometimes I don't even want to get out of bed, but I do because even though I may suffer from depression, my bills don't and they still have to get paid. The worst part are the dreams...I have dreams all the time of either my mom, my dad, my sister, or a combination of the 3. I have a lot of dreams where I go back in time and warn my sister not to go walking on that beach. I warn her that she will die if she goes. I tell her everything and we end up laughing at how crazy I sound. She's safe. She's always safe. However, I wake up and reality hits and I know that she's not safe and the accident did happen. I have dreams where my parents are alive as well. Some days I'm ...
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My name is Mason Weiner

At least it is now. It hasn't always been that. When I was born I had a different name. Meghan Weiner. There were several other baby girls in the nursery on the warm September day that I was born. Several of the others were named Meghan (or Megan...or however their parents decided to spell it) My parents were planning on naming me Erin. Which is ironic, but we'll get back to that at a later point and time. Anyways. Yeah. I was born Meghan after my dad heard the name and really liked it. I was given the middle name of Pearl because that was my grandma's middle name. My grandma's name was Ada Pearl. I always thought it would've been funny if my parents had given me her first name instead of her middle. Meghan Ada Weiner. That would've made my life a hoot and a half. Sorry, i'm getting myself sidetracked with things that are irrelevant. I tend to tell stories that have no end and sometimes they have no beginnings...but I do have a lot of stor...
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