Letter From the Editor
My Dearest Readers,
I want to talk to you about stress. I'm sure we've talked about it before, but we
need to talk about it now because it seems that stress levels are running higher than
ever. I know, I know, its the other persons fault. But what if it isn't? What if you
aren't releasing that small amount of stress in the correct time/manner and it's built
up so much that it's taken on a personality of its own?
When someone cuts me off I usually wave it on and get over it. Now, because of all
the stress I've been under, I want to bust some heads. And no one ever talks to the
petite chick covered in blood unless they're toting some major issues or a fetish
better left unspoken about.
I bottle up my stress. I bite my tongue, I look the other way and it's made me more
I want to talk to you about stress. I'm sure we've talked about it before, but we
need to talk about it now because it seems that stress levels are running higher than
ever. I know, I know, its the other persons fault. But what if it isn't? What if you
aren't releasing that small amount of stress in the correct time/manner and it's built
up so much that it's taken on a personality of its own?
When someone cuts me off I usually wave it on and get over it. Now, because of all
the stress I've been under, I want to bust some heads. And no one ever talks to the
petite chick covered in blood unless they're toting some major issues or a fetish
better left unspoken about.
I bottle up my stress. I bite my tongue, I look the other way and it's made me more
miserable than I was before the heaping amount of stress. I'm losing my hair, I'm breaking out like some wide-eyed teenager, I'm
grumpy and snappy.. I wouldn't want to be around me at all, to be honest. But I can't run far, some sort of brain/body
connection that keeps me firmly rooted in place. And I'm unhappy because I try to make someone's day a little better, a little
easier. It.Stops.Here. I'm not going to be bald for you [insert current stresser's name]! I'm not going to hide beneath my hair and
cringe when I look in the mirror. I understand you need to vent, that you have issues of your own. I just can't solve everything.
At least not my problems and your's too. So stop it. Man up, shut up, and deal with it.
I suggest that everyone take the same view point. I'm not saying stop helping people, not at all. If someone is dependent on you
to run their life and your own, handing you their work and expecting it done in top priority....tell them to eat it.
The thing thats been irking me lately are those that are in charge of PR work for the bands we've been trying to get for the
magazine. It's delay, delay, delay. No yes. No no. Just... maybe. It wastes my time and their own and yet they enjoy jerking me
around and forcing me to think and worry.. I'm beginning to think that they enjoy tormenting those that aren't AP and Rolling
Stone. They seem to forget that even those magazines were small at one point and that press is press no matter on what scale.
They don't care that we're the leading publication in Florida. They don't care that we've never printed a scandalous line and that
we don't gossip.
I don't understand it. I just wished that it would stop before I end up in an early grave due to UNNECESSARY STRESS that they
cause with their "Uhhhh... I don't know" and "Maybe, we'll see." Bah to you. BAH I SAY.
So this is what I purpose we do. We breathe. We grab our favorite comic..or book.. whatever floats your boat, and take a long
bath. And once we get out we find a random bully and give them a drop kick or two.
Again.........Suggestions are welcome. :)
grumpy and snappy.. I wouldn't want to be around me at all, to be honest. But I can't run far, some sort of brain/body
connection that keeps me firmly rooted in place. And I'm unhappy because I try to make someone's day a little better, a little
easier. It.Stops.Here. I'm not going to be bald for you [insert current stresser's name]! I'm not going to hide beneath my hair and
cringe when I look in the mirror. I understand you need to vent, that you have issues of your own. I just can't solve everything.
At least not my problems and your's too. So stop it. Man up, shut up, and deal with it.
I suggest that everyone take the same view point. I'm not saying stop helping people, not at all. If someone is dependent on you
to run their life and your own, handing you their work and expecting it done in top priority....tell them to eat it.
The thing thats been irking me lately are those that are in charge of PR work for the bands we've been trying to get for the
magazine. It's delay, delay, delay. No yes. No no. Just... maybe. It wastes my time and their own and yet they enjoy jerking me
around and forcing me to think and worry.. I'm beginning to think that they enjoy tormenting those that aren't AP and Rolling
Stone. They seem to forget that even those magazines were small at one point and that press is press no matter on what scale.
They don't care that we're the leading publication in Florida. They don't care that we've never printed a scandalous line and that
we don't gossip.
I don't understand it. I just wished that it would stop before I end up in an early grave due to UNNECESSARY STRESS that they
cause with their "Uhhhh... I don't know" and "Maybe, we'll see." Bah to you. BAH I SAY.
So this is what I purpose we do. We breathe. We grab our favorite comic..or book.. whatever floats your boat, and take a long
bath. And once we get out we find a random bully and give them a drop kick or two.
Again.........Suggestions are welcome. :)
