{"id":358,"date":"2025-10-13T11:10:33","date_gmt":"2025-10-13T11:10:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rudymartinez.wtf\/stuff-and-nonsense\/?p=358"},"modified":"2025-10-13T11:10:34","modified_gmt":"2025-10-13T11:10:34","slug":"everyday-im-dribblin-dribblin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rudymartinez.wtf\/stuff-and-nonsense\/2025\/10\/13\/everyday-im-dribblin-dribblin\/","title":{"rendered":"Everyday I’m Dribblin’ Dribblin’"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I am in a constant state of reinvention. Currently, I am revamping my website to house all of my endeavors – writing, freelance work, podcasting, protest-tees<\/a>, etc. It gives me something to do, and it forces me to take a personal inventory so I can evaluate where I am, where I’ve been, and what the fuck I hope to achieve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It also made me realize I missed a certain part of myself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Someone I have come to love dearly sent me a photo of a tattoo they got last week of words I wrote. I was absolutely elated, touched, humbled, and a bit… I dunno. Scared? Taken aback? Something. I spent the next few hours inside my head somehow blaming myself for something I couldn’t put my finger on, but I knew was wrong. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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How could someone take my words and think they are worthy of … becoming a permanent piece of themselves?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

It was a strange reaction, I admit. I have words tattooed on my wrist of words written by Tupac, and by Ta-Nehisi Coates respectively. Words that mean a lot to me; words that remind me that I am a badass. But my<\/em> words on someone else? The stupid voice in my head tried to convince me that my words are shit and not worthy of any sort of permanence or aspiration. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I never told this person their tattoo sent me spiraling down the dark road paved my the voice in my head. It was nothing they did wrong and I would hate for them to think it was. Really, it is what it has always been: my problem. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mind plays terrible tricks on us sometimes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mind plays terrible tricks on us. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mind plays terrible tricks no me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I did what I do and took Dexter for a walk along the streets of Paris. Paris did what she does and snapped me the fuck out of my mini-spiral. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What does any of this have to do with Dribblin’<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, this same person reminded me that writing requires active participation. It’s a fucking verb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Writing – the activity or skill of marking letters, words, or other symbols on a surface, typically paper, with a pen, pencil, or similar implement. -Oxford Fucking Dictionary<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Then they dispensed this little nugget: just do the fucking thing<\/em>. Which, if you’ve been around my various blogs then you know, is very close to a sentiment I keep above my computer:<\/p>\n\n\n

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And it hit me. I need to bring back My Daily Dribble<\/em>. Not for you, for me. So I will section off a little portion of this site to house my daily nonsense and you can read it or not. It will be for me. And if ever I write something that inspires you to place it permanently on your person I promise to create a post that somehow makes it all about me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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