Garry Miles
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Musician In Training
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On The Cusp Of ......Something
I’m just going to come straight out and say that Scorpios have a disgustingly bad reputation for no reason at all. People think that just because we are secretive, jealous, obsessive at times, violent, and unforgiving, that we also aren’t some of the absolute best folks to have around! True, we aren’t the most friendly sign in the world, but honestly, if you piss one of us off, it’s most likely your fault. Everything we do is in our own defense, and we really value our freedom above almost anything else, which makes us similar to another sign. The Sagittarius is warm, friendly, adventurous, and has a great sense of humor. So not all the way similar, since Scorpios are so wrapped in their own head, jokes don’t register as jokes a lot of the time. But as with most other things in my life, it’s a little bit more complicated for me, as I was born close enough to the end of Scorpio cycle and the beginning of the Sagittarius cycle that I have traits from both signs. I was born on what is called a cusp.
By Garry Miles3 years ago in Futurism
Apocalypse
”PLEASE!”, Hornibrook shouts. “Think about your comrades! Your FRIENDS!” The ground shakes as the Ones Above squabble over godly matters. Mixer looks at Hornibrook with a distant look in his eye. He looks at his watch and immediately realizes that time is running short.
By Garry Miles3 years ago in Humans
Dear Love, I Hate You
It’s only fitting that a holiday that’s supposed to be all about love occurs during the darkest, harshest, and most desolate season of the entire year. Winter means a lot of things to a lot of people, and so does love. When I think about love, I think about disappointment, self-loathing, betrayal, unrealistic expectations, advice from people who have zero idea what they’re talking about, among many other things. I will say that I was not considered a ladies’ man growing up, and while my luck with women has been marginally better since I’ve gotten to college, I am still here, counting the ways and examples that show me I am destined to die alone. As music has been a massive comfort to me over the years, I have become somewhat of a expert on songs suitable for when you’re in a corner hating yourself. There are many songs that deserve mention on a list like this (WAY too many to list, in fact), but I managed to create a list that I feel perfectly encapsulates what it means to hate love, and what it means to hate Valentine’s Day.
By Garry Miles3 years ago in Beat
When Trash Becomes Everyone’s Treasure
My older sister is responsible for exposing me to a lot of things as a young boy. Many musical artists that I listened to as a prepubescent were first introduced to me by my sister. Another thing my sister introduced me to was reality TV. My younger self prided himself on hating things just because other people (namely people didn’t care for me) liked. Jersey Shore, the first reality TV show I’ve watched, was no different. Now, just because some people loved watching this show didn’t mean it didn’t have its problems. Quite the contrary, this show was one of the most controversial of all time.
By Garry Miles3 years ago in Geeks
Children of Anxiety
The last two years exposed something to me that I didn’t even realize was present in me: anxiety. I’ve always dealt with anxiety, mainly of the social variety. I never had much luck making friends because one way or another, regardless of whether it was my fault or not, they all left me behind. I also didn’t exactly inspire fear or respect into people, either. I’d lay awake at night, thinking about something I did or said that shouldn’t have been done or said, or about a girl that I blew my chances with, or about how I wished I handled a situation with a boy in the class, or about anything, or about nothing at all, just tossing and turning and pacing the floors of my house until it was time to get up for school and start the cycle all over again. I never got enough sleep in high school, and it hasn’t gotten better in college because my anxiety has gotten worse. I heard from a lot of people that college exacerbated their previous mental health issues, and I was no different. I rarely, if ever, sat down and did my work the way I was supposed to, because I was too busy partying and being depressed to actually focus on what I was at college for. But I had goals! Ambition! I was there for a reason. There was a bunch of things I wanted to do once I got to campus, but the main point was that I wanted to be successful. More importantly, I knew, in my mind, that if I wasn’t successful, then I will have failed. I would be just like my father and my uncles and most of my family before me. However, I wasn’t doing nearly enough to make sure I was actually successful. I thought school would come as easily as it always did. I took success for granted. Even worse, though I didn’t realize it at the time, some part of my self-worth was tied to my success in school. I punished myself relentlessly. For some reason, I thought I was more talented than I was. I thought that the world truly was at my fingertips, and that I didn’t need to do anything to reach out and grab it.
By Garry Miles3 years ago in Motivation
Fashion Trends That Should Be Left In 2020
2020. Where do we start with you, 2020? Should we start with the biggest civil rights movement since THE civil rights movement? No, that’s too, as some highly intelligent, civilized, and totally, not at all, can’t possibly be racist folks would put it, “divisive“. Shall we begin with the most intense, high-stakes presidential election since.....well, ever? No. Also too “divisive”. Should we talk about the highly deadly, and badly handled, pandemic that has killed more Americans than combat has U.S soldiers in WWII? Total vibe killer. In all seriousness, 2020 has a truly awful year for an really inordinate amount of people. Nearly all lines of work and forms of culture have taken massive hits as a result of COVID-19, the music, medical, and film industries chief among them. Another field that has suffered a severe loss in capital is fashion. The fashion industry has lost hundreds of billions of dollars in revenue, and countless iconic retailers have been forced to file for bankruptcy and close stores across the world. Also suffering, apparently, is the quality and taste of the trends shoved down our throats. While I wouldn’t call last year a crapshoot in terms of nice trends, I have also seen some of the most perplexing and strangest trends I’ve ever seen in my brief, 20 year existence. The perplexing, strange, and just plain unattractive fashion is what I’m here to talk about, because if we can’t agree that an literal white supremacist shouldn’t ever be allowed a term in the highest office in the world, if we can’t agree that men shouldn’t be pinned to the pavement and smothered to death because of counterfeit $20 bills or dare I say it, because of race/skin color, if we can’t even agree that wearing masks to combat an airborne virus is smart, we can at least laugh at the stupidest, most mind-boggling fashion choices that was born out of this year and agree that NOBODY should ever waste their money on them. Right? Right?
By Garry Miles3 years ago in Styled
Home Is Not A House
Ever since I was in high school, I wanted to leave. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be grown. I wasn’t fond of the idea of being treated like a child until I was asked to be an adult. Having my parents, coaches, teachers and other authority figures talk down to me and treat me as though I was incapable of making my own decisions was maddening. I was determined, desperate even, to strike out on my own and make something of myself. This is the main reason why I wanted to come to college in the first place. That, and incredibly hostile environment that was (and is) my home. I come from a house of women, and to say that they have a few screws loose isn’t putting it strongly enough. My mother is volatile and foul-mouthed, and her daughters take after her. They (along with the rest of my family) also were of the belief that because I was a man, I wasn’t allowed to do anything about their abuse. My teenage years consisted of being threatened by my mother to be sent to live with my father, who stayed sober for all of 4 years and was missing for more than half my life. His shadow loomed so large over me that it almost seemed like he was still in my life. I dreaded staying with him and his now ex-wife, my then step-mother. I just didn’t want to be around them. As my father also had severe anger issues, I didn’t want to run afoul of him, nor did I want to just bite my tongue and let my feelings go unheard. As he went back to jail my senior year, I only had my mom to contend with, and my relationship with her was deteriorating rapidly. I was accepted into both Penn State and Ohio State, and I was intent on leaving and getting far away from my family In Cleveland. Little did I know, my mother decided for me that I was staying home, and I was having none of it. Police was called to our house. Our relationship was near unsalvgeable, but the bright side is I had an opportunity to do something that almost no one in my circle had done or will do: to attend a four year university, and one of the best in the country at that. For the first time in a very long time, I was happy.
By Garry Miles3 years ago in Humans