Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
Music Provided By: SEMusic
Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
All Material is protected by law under the
licensing of mcwhorter management marketing
manufacturing 2005
Any unauthorized usage and or its likeness
is prohibited by law.
Music Provided By: SEMusic
Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
All Material is protected by law under the
licensing of mcwhorter management marketing
manufacturing 2005
Any unauthorized usage and or its likeness
is prohibited by law.
Dreamin' a Sad Reality in a Happy Nightmare Page 1
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Seeing how we all are pretty much given the same information and lessons in life, maybe what
separates us is the way we retain and apply it to our own unique situations. Sure, some have
the benefit of better teachers, more opportunities and more. But everything really comes down
to how you use what you got, to get what you want, when and if you get there. I've often spoke
about by good and bad relationships in other theories. How I've climbed and fell in business,
and why I think the way I do. What I don't think I've done is explain the course of actions
that triggered such things, or the lessons I was taught, learned, retained and applied in my life.
In this theory, I'm going to go there. Show a side that I've hidden in a locked closet. Admit to my
short comings, in hopes to leave a long impression in your minds on who I am. I guess what
spawned this was a reality check I got from someone on my mailing list. They mean and
meant no harm, but only selectively selected certain parts of my theories, to draw some unfair
conclusions about me. I mean yes, I have money, women, power and more, but in a theory that
contains about five thousand words, those statements that set up the scene on what I'm
referring to, make up about five percent of the contents and meaning. So hopefully this will
cover what's exposed, and teach you the lessons I've learn. If you ever wondered why I'm so
passionate about people, love, life and business, this is why. If you ever wondered why I care,
why I ask why and if I've owned up to the mistakes and wrong doings, here it is. I'm no better
than anyone else, I'm just human. I'm no angel, as I'm not the devil. I'm human, and
place a standard on life that reflects that I realize that this is the only one I have. So in life
remember, pain is inevitable, suffering I'd not. So sit back, relax and join me while I'm
dreaming a sad dream, in a happy nightmare.
I once went out with this very special woman once, that basically solved everyone of my
problems before they became one. It was effortless, kind of too comfortable so to speak,
and I was as positive as I could be. I didn't know it then, but she actually loved me. She
even told me so after one week, and she truly meant it. I understand and couldn't
believe it because hey, things like this only happen in the movies or dime store romance
novels, right. But she actually cared for me, more than likely, more than I cared for myself
at the time. The attraction was natural, almost finding a spark too natural, and her life
was on the rise going harder with this passion she had for life. I would ask her
for things, and without hesitation, she would deliver with out a fuss, response or
anything to make me feel in debt. Things were good, but not really to me. You see I
start feeling that I didn't deserve this, and that in time, she would grow old of me, and
find someone more suited for her polished ways. But this was what I've always wanted,
dreamed about and prayed for. Even though I considered myself a good catch, I never
thought it would happen to me. Now because of that mindset, I would do stupid things.
Things like a child would do, just to test her confessed love for me. But like clock work,
she continued on doing what I asked unconditionally, and genuinely felt good in doing
it. She would later ask me why was I sabotaging what we had, and placing her in a
position to not respect herself. She didn't really need anything from me, and rarely
asked me for things. She just wanted me to be me, but I was being a jerk, and she
wanted to know why. I wasn't trying to be this way, but something inside of me took
over, and made me test her love for no reason at all. She remembered things I forgot,
because I couldn't remember why things were important. I felt undeserving of this love,
and was a kamikaze pilot, flying my emotions and esteem into my own house with
reckless abandonment. I would see her hurt, almost feel her pain as I did nothing to
contribute to her getting better and saving our relationship. I wanted to leave her,
but then I thought why, she is everything a man could want in a woman, and I needed
that. I wanted to leave because I thought in time she would, and pride told me to beat
her to the punch. But she was doing nothing to even make me think such a thing,
and questioning me on what she was doing wrong. I was cheating on her, with
people doing less than half of the things she was doing, and putting more effort into
things that were taking me away from what I had and always wanted. I was
miserable in a perfect relationship, living and dreamin' a sad reality in a happy
nightmare.
As long as I can remember, a large part of me wanted to become an incredible
astute business man. Not a man doing business, but a complete business man.
Reaching this level I had envisioned, requires tremendous focus and sacrificing a lot,
but it also takes acceptance and being open to knowledge and information outside
of your own. I've never been one that wants a fair slice of the pie. Why, because
whom ever is slicing it up, may have agendas I'm aware or not aware of, so, the
person slicing is prejudice towards whatever group or purpose they're apart of.
Instead of getting a slice of the pie, I want to be the one that makes it, bakes it and sell
it for free. Sell it for a price that assures I can make and bake many more, in a oven I
own and sell to franchises around the world. This was my vision and something in me,
and she knew it and could clearly see it when her eyes were on me. She didn't want to
share in my success, she just wanted for me to be successful by my own definition of it. But I
was royally screwing up. Doing things mindlessly to push her away, until she was that.
Gone, I had hurt her in ways that made no sense. I had made conscience choices
to not contribute, and had more excuse on why, than a man going to jail with warrants
out of the ass. I had blown it, fucked up and felt like Tony Montana when he killed his
sidekick Manolo. I was throwing away perfectly good batteries in a flashlight, and
looking for a store to buy some more, and wondering why the store wasn't open and the
flashlight didn't work. But after she left, I thought it was a good sign.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Seeing how we all are pretty much given the same information and lessons in life, maybe what
separates us is the way we retain and apply it to our own unique situations. Sure, some have
the benefit of better teachers, more opportunities and more. But everything really comes down
to how you use what you got, to get what you want, when and if you get there. I've often spoke
about by good and bad relationships in other theories. How I've climbed and fell in business,
and why I think the way I do. What I don't think I've done is explain the course of actions
that triggered such things, or the lessons I was taught, learned, retained and applied in my life.
In this theory, I'm going to go there. Show a side that I've hidden in a locked closet. Admit to my
short comings, in hopes to leave a long impression in your minds on who I am. I guess what
spawned this was a reality check I got from someone on my mailing list. They mean and
meant no harm, but only selectively selected certain parts of my theories, to draw some unfair
conclusions about me. I mean yes, I have money, women, power and more, but in a theory that
contains about five thousand words, those statements that set up the scene on what I'm
referring to, make up about five percent of the contents and meaning. So hopefully this will
cover what's exposed, and teach you the lessons I've learn. If you ever wondered why I'm so
passionate about people, love, life and business, this is why. If you ever wondered why I care,
why I ask why and if I've owned up to the mistakes and wrong doings, here it is. I'm no better
than anyone else, I'm just human. I'm no angel, as I'm not the devil. I'm human, and
place a standard on life that reflects that I realize that this is the only one I have. So in life
remember, pain is inevitable, suffering I'd not. So sit back, relax and join me while I'm
dreaming a sad dream, in a happy nightmare.
I once went out with this very special woman once, that basically solved everyone of my
problems before they became one. It was effortless, kind of too comfortable so to speak,
and I was as positive as I could be. I didn't know it then, but she actually loved me. She
even told me so after one week, and she truly meant it. I understand and couldn't
believe it because hey, things like this only happen in the movies or dime store romance
novels, right. But she actually cared for me, more than likely, more than I cared for myself
at the time. The attraction was natural, almost finding a spark too natural, and her life
was on the rise going harder with this passion she had for life. I would ask her
for things, and without hesitation, she would deliver with out a fuss, response or
anything to make me feel in debt. Things were good, but not really to me. You see I
start feeling that I didn't deserve this, and that in time, she would grow old of me, and
find someone more suited for her polished ways. But this was what I've always wanted,
dreamed about and prayed for. Even though I considered myself a good catch, I never
thought it would happen to me. Now because of that mindset, I would do stupid things.
Things like a child would do, just to test her confessed love for me. But like clock work,
she continued on doing what I asked unconditionally, and genuinely felt good in doing
it. She would later ask me why was I sabotaging what we had, and placing her in a
position to not respect herself. She didn't really need anything from me, and rarely
asked me for things. She just wanted me to be me, but I was being a jerk, and she
wanted to know why. I wasn't trying to be this way, but something inside of me took
over, and made me test her love for no reason at all. She remembered things I forgot,
because I couldn't remember why things were important. I felt undeserving of this love,
and was a kamikaze pilot, flying my emotions and esteem into my own house with
reckless abandonment. I would see her hurt, almost feel her pain as I did nothing to
contribute to her getting better and saving our relationship. I wanted to leave her,
but then I thought why, she is everything a man could want in a woman, and I needed
that. I wanted to leave because I thought in time she would, and pride told me to beat
her to the punch. But she was doing nothing to even make me think such a thing,
and questioning me on what she was doing wrong. I was cheating on her, with
people doing less than half of the things she was doing, and putting more effort into
things that were taking me away from what I had and always wanted. I was
miserable in a perfect relationship, living and dreamin' a sad reality in a happy
nightmare.
As long as I can remember, a large part of me wanted to become an incredible
astute business man. Not a man doing business, but a complete business man.
Reaching this level I had envisioned, requires tremendous focus and sacrificing a lot,
but it also takes acceptance and being open to knowledge and information outside
of your own. I've never been one that wants a fair slice of the pie. Why, because
whom ever is slicing it up, may have agendas I'm aware or not aware of, so, the
person slicing is prejudice towards whatever group or purpose they're apart of.
Instead of getting a slice of the pie, I want to be the one that makes it, bakes it and sell
it for free. Sell it for a price that assures I can make and bake many more, in a oven I
own and sell to franchises around the world. This was my vision and something in me,
and she knew it and could clearly see it when her eyes were on me. She didn't want to
share in my success, she just wanted for me to be successful by my own definition of it. But I
was royally screwing up. Doing things mindlessly to push her away, until she was that.
Gone, I had hurt her in ways that made no sense. I had made conscience choices
to not contribute, and had more excuse on why, than a man going to jail with warrants
out of the ass. I had blown it, fucked up and felt like Tony Montana when he killed his
sidekick Manolo. I was throwing away perfectly good batteries in a flashlight, and
looking for a store to buy some more, and wondering why the store wasn't open and the
flashlight didn't work. But after she left, I thought it was a good sign.