I've been proposed to three times, four if you count the drunk friend on Congress Ave. For the record, I'm 22 years old. I guess when you can't get legally married, a proposal seems like the thing to do... The first time however was probably the most traumatic for me. Great way to describe a proposal huh? Traumatic.
I was trying to go to sleep, totally exhausted. Was almost gone when my boyfriend at the time asked if I was awake. Always seemed like a stupid question to me. "Are you awake?" "No, I talk in my sleep." He kind of hesitates; "Can I ask you a question?" Without even thinking, I responded in my typical sarcastic way, "As long as you don't ask me to marry you, yeah what is it?" There's a pause. (Oh Fuck) Then he tells me not to look in the nightstand drawer, where he hid the ring. I calmly get up, walk to the bathroom, lock the door, and proceed to have what I only can describe as a slight panic attack on the tile floor. WTF! Who proposes after six months? The relationship quickly went downhill after that. It's kind of hard to keep up a relationship when you know the other person is constantly tinkering with a ring in their pocket.
I think about that night every time I hear about one of my old classmates getting hitched a few month after they change their relationship status to "in a relationship". Can we all just slow down a little, take some time, deal with these things with some levelheadedness? I have a few friends who did it the right way. Dated, got to know each other, didn't treat marriage as a trap to ensure someone never leaves you. Marriage is all fine and dandy, but really shouldn't be the "I'm bored, let's get married" alternative to dating.
I've ran out of wall space for my paintings. I either need to start selling some of them or repaint the older ones. I don't see the purpose behind painting something that nobody is going to see or enjoy. A lot of people ask for paintings from me, but I don't think they realize the time, effort, or money that goes into each one. Especially if I'm going to give the painting to someone, I don't want to just whip one out. If the canvas is going to be hanging in someone's home or space I want it to be good work that means something to me. I have a canvas sitting on my coffee table that I doodled on with paint, but nowhere to put it up. Something must go.
12/16/10
Most of my friends know that I don't really care for children. They are loud, messy, and for the most part not very useful to anyone. I know, "not my children, not every child, blah blah". The other day at work thought I found myself standing up for the temporary little people, not to be confused with the permanently little people that get handicap parking spaces and their own shows on the Discovery channel. One of my coworkers was talking about her child and how they keep getting into the Christmas ornaments, how the little girl has broken a lot of the glass ones on the bottom of the tree (a bad place to put glass ornaments if you ask me) and one of the supervisors made the remark that his puppy does the same thing, "He's still a puppy so he gets into a lot of stuff he shouldn't too." This struck me as an odd connection, but after thinking about it, a connection that seems to appear often.
Maybe it is an attempt to make a connection to parents. Single people don't have kids most of the time, but rather they fill that space with pets. They personify their pets and treat them as their children. I'm really not that bothered by this; if I could have a dog I would in a heartbeat and would probably treat him as my child. The problem is when they start comparing their animal to other people's children. Your cat will not grow up to drive, go to college, and generally be a productive member of society. You do not need to worry that your dog will fall into the wrong crowd. No your pet goldfish with his friendly personality and dashing good looks isn't falling behind in class or going through "a stage". I know they may feel like your child, but really they aren't exactly on the same level.
If I had a kid and someone compared them to their Great Dane I think I would nicely smile at them and nod my head as I thought "What the F#$#% are you talking about. At no time did my partner and I worry that our child had hookworms or flick them on their nose for begging at the table." I'm trying real hard to give pet owners some leeway here. But really I think people just put up with them out of consideration and a need to appear nicer than their thoughts really are. Do we really want children to be compared to animals, more than they already are?
Maybe it is an attempt to make a connection to parents. Single people don't have kids most of the time, but rather they fill that space with pets. They personify their pets and treat them as their children. I'm really not that bothered by this; if I could have a dog I would in a heartbeat and would probably treat him as my child. The problem is when they start comparing their animal to other people's children. Your cat will not grow up to drive, go to college, and generally be a productive member of society. You do not need to worry that your dog will fall into the wrong crowd. No your pet goldfish with his friendly personality and dashing good looks isn't falling behind in class or going through "a stage". I know they may feel like your child, but really they aren't exactly on the same level.
If I had a kid and someone compared them to their Great Dane I think I would nicely smile at them and nod my head as I thought "What the F#$#% are you talking about. At no time did my partner and I worry that our child had hookworms or flick them on their nose for begging at the table." I'm trying real hard to give pet owners some leeway here. But really I think people just put up with them out of consideration and a need to appear nicer than their thoughts really are. Do we really want children to be compared to animals, more than they already are?
I have a problem with gays and lesbian couples who refer to their partner as their wife or husband. You aren't. Sorry. If you went to some state or country an made it all legal, that's a different story. But if you just decided that you two have been together long enough to take that title, your wrong. You can't even get a common law marriage. I'll put up with "partner", "life partner", and even "spouse.". Marriage requires legal documentation and recognition from some type of government. And no, marriage of the heart doesn't count either.
When you use the term husband, your ignoring the fact that you can't actually get married. Your saying it doesn't matter what the government says, you aren't going to bother with that pesky step. Maybe your thinking, your being some kind of activist or pointing out how your partnership is just as valid as a marriage. It's not. You don't get the same rights, responsibilities, and respect. Don't get me wrong, I wish we could get married, but by ignoring the fact you aren't your ignoring the importance of fighting for that right.
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12/2/10
I work retail, if you don't know that already. We are currently asking for donations from our customers for a wonderful charity. I have a few suggestions however. First off, if someone asks you to donate your change of 10 cents and you say, "No thanks, I've already given", you just come out looking like a liar. I know you didn't donate. People who give to charity aren't going to think 10 cents more is going to break them. I especially love the, "oh I volunteer." Again you just look foolish. I missed the part where it was one or the other. "I just spent all day down at the homeless shelter feeding the hungry, I can't possibly spare a dime." I understand that people are tight for cash and that everyone seems to be asking for donations this time of year. I'm not so bothered by the people that just say no. I assume you hate children and don't care about them. Don't insult me though by making up some reason. I don't need an excuse, I'm judging you either way. I'm truly sorry I make you feel guilty by asking for a few cents. Your lack of charitable giving is completely my fault. It's alright, you and your healthy children have a nice day shopping for your $500 bags and over priced sunglasses. No, no I understand your watching your spending this holiday season. Isn't everyone? Little Timmy's mom even had to pick up a third job so she could afford his Christmas Chemotherapy. I hear Santa might bring him a Burberry hat so his head doesn't get cold.
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11/23/10
Just got home from Austin. Awesome weekend. Started off Friday with Asleep at the Wheel and Blues Traveler. Then saw Black Keys and Spoon. Never really was a big fan of the keys but got to say nice show. Spoon was awesome of course. The Strokes were last that night. Dude had to be drunk or something. Went on about nothing between songs.
Got to the park way early Saturday. Walked around a little stopped by Austin Ventures and caught some of Balmorhea. Not my scene but good music. Saw Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Had no clue who she was but will make a point to check her out. I guess I saw Lucero after her but don't remember at all. Maybe that says something about their show? Broken Bells were great. Not a real active performance but their music makes you drift off. Left them and caught the last half of XX. Never saw someone wale on a cymbal so hard. Managed to get front and center for Deadmau5. Damn! Best show of the year. Hour long set of awesome. Huge Rubix cube on stage, talking mouse head, deadmau5 ghost, glitches in computers, awesome crowd of people to party with. I left right after, I was so tired. Skipped MIA and Muse. Really didn't care enough.
Today, Sunday, was a more chill day. Nobody on the top of my list left to see. Started off with White Rabbit. They were great. Never heard them before but their lead played with Spoon during their set. New fan here. Listened to Foals from the back of the crowd. Then back front with Devendra Banhart. I could take him or leave him. Yeasayer was a great surprise. Nice dance music I've managed to miss. Then Flaming Lips. They aren't my style of music but have a reputation for putting on a great show. Was three people from the front. Held up the space ball :-) and saw a once in a lifetime...event..? It was something. Talking huge naked ladies, cannons with confetti, dancing fans in orange, and a huge gong. Saw a tiny bit of Cage the Elephant but they were terrible on stage. So I left. Again skipped the headliner, like last year. No interest in Eagles. :-/
So I'm home now. Burnt. My clothes smell like weed despite the fact I never touch the stuff. Plan on getting tickets next year, even if I have to go solo again. It's worth it. Besides, managed to see every show I wanted and get within a couple of yards of each one.
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10/10/10
A couple of my friends really liked my last sociology post so I decided to do another real quick one. Most people don't really think about gender and sex very much in their day to day lives, but the two concepts might be some of the most important traits you carry in life. Everything you do, say, and think tends to be colored by your concept of self and the gender you have. In sociology however the two words have very different meanings and implications.
Sex is largely a biological characteristic. When you think sex, think xx or xy. For all intents and purposes you can think of this as dichotomous grouping of male and female, although a reasonable argument can be made against this bipolar treatment of sex.
Gender is the socially constructed groups or spectrum of man and woman, feminine and masculine. They have no meaning outside of social constructs and science has trouble finding biological backing for these groups. In sociology it is often refereed to as "doing gender". What you wear, how you walk, the manner in which you speak, and your thinking all have a part in constructing your gender.
Some of the most frustrating conversations I've had with people revolve around these two ideas. A large portion of my studies and research have to do with gender as a social construct. People ask me what I do, I start of explaining the "safe" topic of sociology, then they ask more questions and I say the three words that always are returned with a weird half interested half perplexed look; gender and sexuality. The idea of gender is one so familiar to everyone that they vary rarely take time to think about it. And they certainly don't think of it as a by product of society. Most people have a hard time letting go of the concept that men and women are genetically different (beyond very real physical differences) and they often get rather agitated when faced with the alternative view. They have been taught since birth, "your a boy, you act this way" and "girls play with dolls, boys play with action figures." Women aren't better at art, they aren't more caring, and they aren't more cautious than men because of some gene they have. Men don't excel in engineering and math, aren't naturally daring, and don't posses some innate rejection of the color pink. (I highlight with a pink highlighter for exactly that reason, boys aren't supposed to use pink highlighters :-p) All these things are part of a gender role. The gender gap in earnings, education, and power have nothing to do with your chromosomes.
In Houston I was waiting on one of my friends in a nail salon. I was sitting in the waiting area (I have a thing about people I don't know touching my feet) and a extended African American family walked in. Two kids, their parents, and an aunt and uncle all came in to get their nails done. The two kids, a boy and girl, were probably six or seven. Everyone was going to get a mani/pedi, a family event. The little boy was having none of it however. "I don't want to be here. It's for girls." The mom and dad explained to him that boys and girls can get their nails done. "See Uncle Steven is doing it too." I couldn't help but smile. These parents were with the times. They were trying their best to counter the education their son was receiving from the rest of the world. I wanted to tell them "Damn right it's for boys and girls! You go with your awesome parenting skills!"
Sex is largely a biological characteristic. When you think sex, think xx or xy. For all intents and purposes you can think of this as dichotomous grouping of male and female, although a reasonable argument can be made against this bipolar treatment of sex.
Gender is the socially constructed groups or spectrum of man and woman, feminine and masculine. They have no meaning outside of social constructs and science has trouble finding biological backing for these groups. In sociology it is often refereed to as "doing gender". What you wear, how you walk, the manner in which you speak, and your thinking all have a part in constructing your gender.
Some of the most frustrating conversations I've had with people revolve around these two ideas. A large portion of my studies and research have to do with gender as a social construct. People ask me what I do, I start of explaining the "safe" topic of sociology, then they ask more questions and I say the three words that always are returned with a weird half interested half perplexed look; gender and sexuality. The idea of gender is one so familiar to everyone that they vary rarely take time to think about it. And they certainly don't think of it as a by product of society. Most people have a hard time letting go of the concept that men and women are genetically different (beyond very real physical differences) and they often get rather agitated when faced with the alternative view. They have been taught since birth, "your a boy, you act this way" and "girls play with dolls, boys play with action figures." Women aren't better at art, they aren't more caring, and they aren't more cautious than men because of some gene they have. Men don't excel in engineering and math, aren't naturally daring, and don't posses some innate rejection of the color pink. (I highlight with a pink highlighter for exactly that reason, boys aren't supposed to use pink highlighters :-p) All these things are part of a gender role. The gender gap in earnings, education, and power have nothing to do with your chromosomes.
In Houston I was waiting on one of my friends in a nail salon. I was sitting in the waiting area (I have a thing about people I don't know touching my feet) and a extended African American family walked in. Two kids, their parents, and an aunt and uncle all came in to get their nails done. The two kids, a boy and girl, were probably six or seven. Everyone was going to get a mani/pedi, a family event. The little boy was having none of it however. "I don't want to be here. It's for girls." The mom and dad explained to him that boys and girls can get their nails done. "See Uncle Steven is doing it too." I couldn't help but smile. These parents were with the times. They were trying their best to counter the education their son was receiving from the rest of the world. I wanted to tell them "Damn right it's for boys and girls! You go with your awesome parenting skills!"
8/29/10
Tought I'd pass this little tid bit along. I was trying to post something in one of my class forums and had to look up if it was "suppose to" or "supposed to". If your like me you sound things out in your head when you type but it didn't really look right when I wrote "suppose to". You can suppose things are true but your not supposed to "suppose to do anything". Although when your speaking the 'd' is silent. Sooooo "suppose" -yes "suppose to" -no "supposed to" -yes (unless your speaking)
I moved into my new place a few weeks ago. It's tinny, like ten steps to the other side tiny. I'm getting ready to move to a big city where rent is expensive and I only can afford 500 square feet. One room. Notice I said one room, not one bedroom. I love it. Problem is finding a sofa small enough to fit in the tiny studio apartment without having to crawl over it to get from the door to the kitchen. I found a few options, but none are real comfy. Then today midway through the second movie I was watching, ironically enough about design, I realized something. I'd been sitting on the floor for the last three hours rather comfortably. Actually I spend a whole lot of time sitting on the floor. My friends back home used to make fun of me for the exact same reason. This isn't to say that I'm not going to buy a sofa. I need one to make my place look a little more finished. However, the floor isn't the softest place to sit and I'm quite at home sitting on it. Maybe I'd be better off with a firm, classy, sofa that fits my place, opposed to a big fluffy sofa.
8/21/10
I start graduate school in a few weeks. YAY!! Finally get to learn useful things that actually matter and not crap that I need to know for some standardized test. Yesterday I went to the bookstore to buy my books for the semester. I'm taking three classes, nine hours. Not a whole lot but I'll be done in under two years if everything goes all right.
After a short search for all my books and waiting a half hour to get rung up I left the store with books in hand. Over $400 worth of books. DAMN. I'm not a medical student, none of them were textbooks. It was absurd. Over a foot and a half of books. Not really a yard but a bunch of books I think. You know those people with floor to ceiling bookshelves? Yeah I'm a little closer to that status today.
After a short search for all my books and waiting a half hour to get rung up I left the store with books in hand. Over $400 worth of books. DAMN. I'm not a medical student, none of them were textbooks. It was absurd. Over a foot and a half of books. Not really a yard but a bunch of books I think. You know those people with floor to ceiling bookshelves? Yeah I'm a little closer to that status today.
8/3/10
I was at a friends house the other day in Houston. His roommate had
recently lost his job and everyone was kin of bummed, talkin about it.
I was a little hesitant but asked what happened. Cometo find out he
missed work one day, skipped a on-call shift, and a few other things.
"Wait, you didn't go to work a few times and now your surprised you
don't have a job. AND everyone feels sorry for you?" What's wrong with
this picture. I've never just not showed up for work. Never skipped a
shift I was assigned. I don't understand how people do that sort of
thing. "Hmm I don't feel like going into work today, I'll just sleep."
To top it off everyone else was shocked, and offering the "that really
sucks man" comfort. No it doesn't suck. That's exactly how the world
does and should work. What sucks is when you lose your job for no
reason or for something that is totally out of your control. Not for
being a sucky worker and employee.
recently lost his job and everyone was kin of bummed, talkin about it.
I was a little hesitant but asked what happened. Cometo find out he
missed work one day, skipped a on-call shift, and a few other things.
"Wait, you didn't go to work a few times and now your surprised you
don't have a job. AND everyone feels sorry for you?" What's wrong with
this picture. I've never just not showed up for work. Never skipped a
shift I was assigned. I don't understand how people do that sort of
thing. "Hmm I don't feel like going into work today, I'll just sleep."
To top it off everyone else was shocked, and offering the "that really
sucks man" comfort. No it doesn't suck. That's exactly how the world
does and should work. What sucks is when you lose your job for no
reason or for something that is totally out of your control. Not for
being a sucky worker and employee.
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7/12/10
I have a MySpace profile. I know, that is so 1999. I don't really use it that much. More there just in case someone's like, "hey check out my MySpace profile!" It opens in a tab on my homepage settings, so a few times a day I can glance and see what's new with Red or a few of my friends who are behind the Facebook curve. (Quick note, my spell check doesn't know what MySpace or Facebook is.) Lately however I've been having to do much more work on MySpace than before. People keep trying to add me as their friends and I don't even know them. "$$%-Dave-%$$ wants to be your friend" "JANEO234 just added you!" Who are these people? My favorite is when some profile adds me and sends a message. "Hey sexy, remember me? Add me as your friend?" Hmmm no I don't remember you and I'm pretty sure your a girl with entirely too large breasts...SPAM (Nother side note, when did a meat substitute in a can become bogus Internet messages that try to sell you something?) I know I'm rather popular, everyone who's anyone wants to be my B.F.F., but the **SAM**'s of the world really need to lay off.
7/7/10
I would never wish to be straight or "normal". I've learned so much about myself and the world being who I am and how I was born. The flip side to that however is that I would never wish my children to be gay. Like all parents I would want the easiest life for them, totally lacking in hurdles and heartache. There are much easier ways to learn acceptance and strength.
I had a coworker tell me the other day that her friend is having real trouble after her son came out to her. The mother is worried about her son's well being and happiness. She's heard about drugs and dangers that are present in the community and doesn't want that kind of life for her child. There wasn't much I could say against what she has heard. It's one of the few statistics that the Family Research Foundation uses, that I can't object to. It is true. Homosexuals are at higher risk of suicide and drug use. Gay youths are four times more likely to kill themselves than their hetero counterparts. There's no getting around the numbers. The problem is when these dangers are contributed to homosexuality and not the prejudices and stresses the larger public puts on the minority group. Yes, it is much harder to be gay in America than it is to be straight. A loving, supportive family can go a long way in reducing these percentages.
I truly am proud to be gay. I don't carry a rainbow banner or march in parades with glitter in my hair. But I have no problem with being a queer. There are rough parts however. It's a unnerving feeling to know that people truly hate you, people you don't even know. They hate you with great honesty and passion. Nothing I have done in the past has created this hatred and nothing in the future will ease the feeling in many cases. They believe with their whole heart that I am a horrible being. The even harder part is when you realize that these people are good men and women. "They want me to burn in hell? No big, they suck." That's easy. When you start seeing them as good human beings, is when your heart starts to twinge. They were raised a certain way or have experienced the world from an point of view that has set them down a certain path. They believe in my immorality just as much as I believe in the air I breath.
I would never wish my children to have people hate them for such a reason. Or for them to always be mindful of where they are and who they are with. To sometimes walk in public a few steps behind the one they love. To pretend they aren't dating someone when asked in certain company. To have people assume they are a certain way because of one trait. I never want them to have to defend who they are to strangers or have strangers feel justified to pry into their lives.
There are so many discussions I am fine having with people, but I would never want my children to have. A family member once asked me why gays and lesbians have to make their sexuality into a lifestyle; why does it have to be such a big deal to them. We don't. The rest of the world makes it a big deal and a lifestyle, we just react to the society we live in.
I had a coworker tell me the other day that her friend is having real trouble after her son came out to her. The mother is worried about her son's well being and happiness. She's heard about drugs and dangers that are present in the community and doesn't want that kind of life for her child. There wasn't much I could say against what she has heard. It's one of the few statistics that the Family Research Foundation uses, that I can't object to. It is true. Homosexuals are at higher risk of suicide and drug use. Gay youths are four times more likely to kill themselves than their hetero counterparts. There's no getting around the numbers. The problem is when these dangers are contributed to homosexuality and not the prejudices and stresses the larger public puts on the minority group. Yes, it is much harder to be gay in America than it is to be straight. A loving, supportive family can go a long way in reducing these percentages.
I truly am proud to be gay. I don't carry a rainbow banner or march in parades with glitter in my hair. But I have no problem with being a queer. There are rough parts however. It's a unnerving feeling to know that people truly hate you, people you don't even know. They hate you with great honesty and passion. Nothing I have done in the past has created this hatred and nothing in the future will ease the feeling in many cases. They believe with their whole heart that I am a horrible being. The even harder part is when you realize that these people are good men and women. "They want me to burn in hell? No big, they suck." That's easy. When you start seeing them as good human beings, is when your heart starts to twinge. They were raised a certain way or have experienced the world from an point of view that has set them down a certain path. They believe in my immorality just as much as I believe in the air I breath.
I would never wish my children to have people hate them for such a reason. Or for them to always be mindful of where they are and who they are with. To sometimes walk in public a few steps behind the one they love. To pretend they aren't dating someone when asked in certain company. To have people assume they are a certain way because of one trait. I never want them to have to defend who they are to strangers or have strangers feel justified to pry into their lives.
There are so many discussions I am fine having with people, but I would never want my children to have. A family member once asked me why gays and lesbians have to make their sexuality into a lifestyle; why does it have to be such a big deal to them. We don't. The rest of the world makes it a big deal and a lifestyle, we just react to the society we live in.
Just minding my own business, windows down, driving down the highway and BAM! Honestly I think it was a targeted hate crime, no other way to explain the random act. You guessed it, a cricket flew into my car and hit me in the face. Scared the shit out of me. I've had bugs fly into my windshield but this sucker made it into my side window and proceeded to attack me in my own car. He jumped around my personal space for awhile before moving over to the passenger side. The whole ordeal occurred while I was going 60 down the highway, traffic on either side of me, very dangerous folks. It was like a scene out of a movie, minus the explosions and such. Children could of been endangered... if they happened to be playing on the four lane, elevated freeway.
I managed to keep an eye on the little guy, hopping around my floorboard. By the time I got somewhere to stop however he was gone. Now I seriously doubt he jumped out of my car without some help, so I can only conclude that he's hiding somewhere. Well, it's a nice toasty 80 degrees out today and all my windows are rolled up in the parking lot. I like to think of my car as a gas chamber, dealing out justice for this heinous crime committed on an innocent bystander.
I managed to keep an eye on the little guy, hopping around my floorboard. By the time I got somewhere to stop however he was gone. Now I seriously doubt he jumped out of my car without some help, so I can only conclude that he's hiding somewhere. Well, it's a nice toasty 80 degrees out today and all my windows are rolled up in the parking lot. I like to think of my car as a gas chamber, dealing out justice for this heinous crime committed on an innocent bystander.
6/24/10
A few people have sent me messages lately commenting on how cynical and negative my blog is. I tend to be rather cynical in my writing because it's much more entertaining that way. Really, how many people want to read about the wonderful day I had that was full of easy going customers and butterflies and rainbows? My wit and cynicism is a large part of my personality. I'm unbelievably sarcastic and rather critical of people. But that's not the whole me.
A few weeks ago, one of my close friends commented on how positive I am usually. Things roll off my back easily and overall I don't hold grudges. If you read my blog and then had a face to face with me you probably would leave thinking, "wow he's not as big of an asshole as I thought he was."
A few weeks ago, one of my close friends commented on how positive I am usually. Things roll off my back easily and overall I don't hold grudges. If you read my blog and then had a face to face with me you probably would leave thinking, "wow he's not as big of an asshole as I thought he was."
Oh my God!!! I walked into work today and was welcomed by a horde of children climbing all over the place, screaming their heads off. And no, I don't work at a restaurant with a giant mouse mascot walking around serving pizza.
Apparently parents in Mexico go by the whole, "I'll just ignore my screaming child and he/she will realize that making wild, piercing noises, that can make a brain explode, won't get my attention" philosophy. Seriously, I was unaware that the human vocal cords could make such horrific sounds. I've never been more in favor of beating children.
You know when you leave a rock concert and your ears won't stop ringing? They say that the particular tone you hear, that constant hum, you won't ever hear again. I thought this was complete rubbish before today. There is no other way to explain the parent's complete ability to ignore their devil children for so long. Their brain simply must not register that sound anymore.
It is fairly well know; children and I don't go together well. Once they have their own personalities I'm good, but before then I can't do much more than stare at them as they wait for me to perform a trick or something. These kids today though were something completely different. The movie Children of Men seems like a good idea now. They had the whole store scrambling for ear plugs. For more than thirty minutes they cleared the building of any hearing customers.
Apparently parents in Mexico go by the whole, "I'll just ignore my screaming child and he/she will realize that making wild, piercing noises, that can make a brain explode, won't get my attention" philosophy. Seriously, I was unaware that the human vocal cords could make such horrific sounds. I've never been more in favor of beating children.
You know when you leave a rock concert and your ears won't stop ringing? They say that the particular tone you hear, that constant hum, you won't ever hear again. I thought this was complete rubbish before today. There is no other way to explain the parent's complete ability to ignore their devil children for so long. Their brain simply must not register that sound anymore.
It is fairly well know; children and I don't go together well. Once they have their own personalities I'm good, but before then I can't do much more than stare at them as they wait for me to perform a trick or something. These kids today though were something completely different. The movie Children of Men seems like a good idea now. They had the whole store scrambling for ear plugs. For more than thirty minutes they cleared the building of any hearing customers.
6/15/10
Before I write anything let me say something; I've been up watching a movie and drinking a rather cheap bottle of wine by myself. I have a rule of never deleting posts from my blog. Hopefully this one turns out alright and I don't have to go back and do some editing tomorrow.
I've had a few people ask why I even bother writing on my blog. It's not like a whole ton of people read it or its on anything deeply meaningful. Some people say they write for themselves; if that was the case the blog would have a password on it and nobody would be able to get to the site. I think like most people who write a blog, I'm trying to put something that lasts and is somewhat meaningful or has some kind of impact on others. Along with writing I paint. A small group of people in the world have this eager to create something beyond themselves and that extends past their own circles. I guess I fall into that group.
This site is a small part of me. I've had many friends and family members, who know me personally, state that my writing sounds like me, like something I would say. In literary terms, I have a strong voice in my writing. Even the technical writing I do in sociology has a piece of me in it, and readers have picked up on it. This journal of small, short commentary is probably the best way of getting to know me in a quick time frame. By writing on the web I'm able to leave something of myself for others to come into contact with.
I know nothing that I write here has a deep philosophical meaneing behind it. I'm not disillusioned into thinking that countless people read my blog. But I do know people read it. And I do know that strangers read what I have to say. Some days its angry rants about the screaming children in my store, other days I have something of value to add. From the emails I've received though I know that the keystrokes I've created have had some kind of impact beyond my personal life. That makes me happy in a way. A total stranger has read what I have written and knows how I've felt in the last few years of me keeping a blog.
I've had a few people ask why I even bother writing on my blog. It's not like a whole ton of people read it or its on anything deeply meaningful. Some people say they write for themselves; if that was the case the blog would have a password on it and nobody would be able to get to the site. I think like most people who write a blog, I'm trying to put something that lasts and is somewhat meaningful or has some kind of impact on others. Along with writing I paint. A small group of people in the world have this eager to create something beyond themselves and that extends past their own circles. I guess I fall into that group.
This site is a small part of me. I've had many friends and family members, who know me personally, state that my writing sounds like me, like something I would say. In literary terms, I have a strong voice in my writing. Even the technical writing I do in sociology has a piece of me in it, and readers have picked up on it. This journal of small, short commentary is probably the best way of getting to know me in a quick time frame. By writing on the web I'm able to leave something of myself for others to come into contact with.
I know nothing that I write here has a deep philosophical meaneing behind it. I'm not disillusioned into thinking that countless people read my blog. But I do know people read it. And I do know that strangers read what I have to say. Some days its angry rants about the screaming children in my store, other days I have something of value to add. From the emails I've received though I know that the keystrokes I've created have had some kind of impact beyond my personal life. That makes me happy in a way. A total stranger has read what I have written and knows how I've felt in the last few years of me keeping a blog.
Going through my contact list on IM and come across one of my friend's statuses. He's apparently going to a pool party...wait what's this? He posted a link to a YouTube video. I'm thinking, "maybe someone made a video post to invite their friends," could be kind of cool. So I happily click away expecting something fairly creative. Nope.
He's made a slide show of photos of his new boyfriend. The reason he gets up in the morning or something like that. The video is set to some slow cheerful music about love or something along those lines. How long have they been dating? Umm two..no three...days.
I get love. I'm not nearly as cynical as I used to be. But less than a week? And a sideshow set to music? Does this scream middle school to anybody else? I also will give you the fact that you want to share your new found happiness with all your friends and acquaintances and random people on the web. It's actually kind of cute in a preteen summer love fling kind of way. (Random thought: how many such videos you think are on the Internet, or simply on YouTube alone?) But a 28 year old man...come on!
What we learned today:
1. Sideshows of your signif other should stop when you hit puberty.
2. Wait a few weeks before declaring your undying love for someone.
3. A video invitation would be a cool idea.
4. I'm not above ridiculing my friend's immature declaration of love on-line.
He's made a slide show of photos of his new boyfriend. The reason he gets up in the morning or something like that. The video is set to some slow cheerful music about love or something along those lines. How long have they been dating? Umm two..no three...days.
I get love. I'm not nearly as cynical as I used to be. But less than a week? And a sideshow set to music? Does this scream middle school to anybody else? I also will give you the fact that you want to share your new found happiness with all your friends and acquaintances and random people on the web. It's actually kind of cute in a preteen summer love fling kind of way. (Random thought: how many such videos you think are on the Internet, or simply on YouTube alone?) But a 28 year old man...come on!
What we learned today:
1. Sideshows of your signif other should stop when you hit puberty.
2. Wait a few weeks before declaring your undying love for someone.
3. A video invitation would be a cool idea.
4. I'm not above ridiculing my friend's immature declaration of love on-line.
6/13/10
Just got done watching an interesting documentary about what it means to be masculine, specifically what it means to be gay and masculine. In the straight world guys are given their "man card". They can be scrawny, timid, and everything not manly, but they get a free pass because they're straight. Gay guys just have to work a little harder at proving their worth as a man. Even in the community, "fem guys" are looked down at more often times than not. No jock or gym rat is going to be called a fag, no matter who they sleep with.
I have a working theory as to why many, not all but many, of the breeders that are uncomfortable with gays are the way they are. To them we question what it means to be a man. They see the men who fulfill the fem stereotypes and don't act the way a man should act. These guys bring in to question what a man truly is and how he should act; therefore they are seen as dangerous to the established male role. To sleep with another man is to be less of a man and more of a woman. To the straight world, gay men are giving up their power as a man and taking up the role of a woman. They are less of a man and in turn worth less than their straight counterparts.
On of my best friends used to joke with me that I was "such a girl". He would hurt my feelings, I would be sensitive and he would reply "stop being such a girl." He did this around one of our mutual friends, a woman, one day. She didn't really take notice until I pointed something out to her. He was intending to insult me by calling me a girl. To him, being a girl was a put down. It was demeaning and something less than being a man. She quickly took offense, as she should of to begin with.
Sissy, pussy, fairy, queen. All insults thrown at gays with feminine undertones to them. Why do they qualify as insults? Because they are targeted at men who are seen as acting like women or below the standards set to be masculine. Lesbians don't seem to suffer the same issue. In fact many butch women are celebrated in their communities.
Just random pondering...
I have a working theory as to why many, not all but many, of the breeders that are uncomfortable with gays are the way they are. To them we question what it means to be a man. They see the men who fulfill the fem stereotypes and don't act the way a man should act. These guys bring in to question what a man truly is and how he should act; therefore they are seen as dangerous to the established male role. To sleep with another man is to be less of a man and more of a woman. To the straight world, gay men are giving up their power as a man and taking up the role of a woman. They are less of a man and in turn worth less than their straight counterparts.
On of my best friends used to joke with me that I was "such a girl". He would hurt my feelings, I would be sensitive and he would reply "stop being such a girl." He did this around one of our mutual friends, a woman, one day. She didn't really take notice until I pointed something out to her. He was intending to insult me by calling me a girl. To him, being a girl was a put down. It was demeaning and something less than being a man. She quickly took offense, as she should of to begin with.
Sissy, pussy, fairy, queen. All insults thrown at gays with feminine undertones to them. Why do they qualify as insults? Because they are targeted at men who are seen as acting like women or below the standards set to be masculine. Lesbians don't seem to suffer the same issue. In fact many butch women are celebrated in their communities.
Just random pondering...
6/9/10
I went on a first date/blind date/thingy a few weeks ago. (Life has been that busy; I'm just now writing about it) I knew the kid, sort of, but never had deep conversation with him. So after weeks and weeks of him trying to get a date together I agreed to meet up at Starbucks.
Nothing too terrible happened on the date. I do the whole first date thing rather well, if I do say so myself. I mean really, I'm all that and a bag of chips. So I'm sitting there listening to him go on and on. By the end of the thirty minute conversation I think I said five sentences. This is what I learned during his monologue at Starbucks:
1. He makes 13 dollars and hour.
2. He is content to make 13 dollars an hour as a career.
3. I know how much he has in the bank.
4. All his past exes and their jobs and how much each made.
5. He travels all over the country for free because of the people he knows.
6. Thirty minutes is waaaaayyyy too long with this guy.
Who on Earth gives this sort of information out to someone they hardly know. Maybe he was trying to impress me. I'm not that kind of guy, and a four figure income wouldn't impress me even if I were. Where's the ambition, the drive, the goals? Only two people in my life, other than me, know how much I make, both of them are my bosses.
Also, giving a complete catalog of your past, failed relationships is probably not first date material. That's more like fifth date or something. When testing someone out to see if they are date-able, cause that's what a first date really boils down to, you don't want to hear the repeated failures and countless boys you need to measure up to. Now I know some of you are thinking, "Hey now Mr. Synical, past relationships aren't really failures. You always learn something." I agree, but in this case the failure label kind of fits for each relationship. All were flight attendants. All ended horribly. None taught the boy how to go on a nice date or have conversation.
Overall it was a train wreck of a date. Nothing there to even form a friendship from. I did manage to get some good reading in before he showed up. I guess that's the silver lining. Props to Mom for suggesting Last Lecture. :-p
Nothing too terrible happened on the date. I do the whole first date thing rather well, if I do say so myself. I mean really, I'm all that and a bag of chips. So I'm sitting there listening to him go on and on. By the end of the thirty minute conversation I think I said five sentences. This is what I learned during his monologue at Starbucks:
1. He makes 13 dollars and hour.
2. He is content to make 13 dollars an hour as a career.
3. I know how much he has in the bank.
4. All his past exes and their jobs and how much each made.
5. He travels all over the country for free because of the people he knows.
6. Thirty minutes is waaaaayyyy too long with this guy.
Who on Earth gives this sort of information out to someone they hardly know. Maybe he was trying to impress me. I'm not that kind of guy, and a four figure income wouldn't impress me even if I were. Where's the ambition, the drive, the goals? Only two people in my life, other than me, know how much I make, both of them are my bosses.
Also, giving a complete catalog of your past, failed relationships is probably not first date material. That's more like fifth date or something. When testing someone out to see if they are date-able, cause that's what a first date really boils down to, you don't want to hear the repeated failures and countless boys you need to measure up to. Now I know some of you are thinking, "Hey now Mr. Synical, past relationships aren't really failures. You always learn something." I agree, but in this case the failure label kind of fits for each relationship. All were flight attendants. All ended horribly. None taught the boy how to go on a nice date or have conversation.
Overall it was a train wreck of a date. Nothing there to even form a friendship from. I did manage to get some good reading in before he showed up. I guess that's the silver lining. Props to Mom for suggesting Last Lecture. :-p
6/2/10
I realized something a little weird or jarring today. While I was dropping off my dry cleaning, the woman behind the counter asked my address. Without hesitation I told her I didn't know. "You don't know your address?" Yeah, I felt kind of foolish for a second.
For the last four years I've moved at least once a year, sometimes more than that. I never bothered to remember the address at which I kept all my crap. I never give it out because chances are it will change within 12 months. Plus, there's something even more unsettling than having to tell people I don't know where I live; strangers would get my mail. We got the last person's mail for about 3 months after my roommate and I moved here. Some of it was rather personal. I don't want some stranger knowing I did my dry cleaning up the street! That's just none of their business.
So yeah I don't know my own address. I have to look up what apartment number I'm in every time I pay rent. It doesn't bother me, cause the alternative would be having to learn a useless number that will change in a few months anyways.
For the last four years I've moved at least once a year, sometimes more than that. I never bothered to remember the address at which I kept all my crap. I never give it out because chances are it will change within 12 months. Plus, there's something even more unsettling than having to tell people I don't know where I live; strangers would get my mail. We got the last person's mail for about 3 months after my roommate and I moved here. Some of it was rather personal. I don't want some stranger knowing I did my dry cleaning up the street! That's just none of their business.
So yeah I don't know my own address. I have to look up what apartment number I'm in every time I pay rent. It doesn't bother me, cause the alternative would be having to learn a useless number that will change in a few months anyways.
5/3/10
When I was younger I was terribly afraid of the dark. I learned to
sleep on my back so I was flat and harder to see hidden under the
covers. I was afraid of the dark well past 10 because I could see the
monsters in the corner. I'm 22 now and still see them. I'm afraid to
stop seeing them.
sleep on my back so I was flat and harder to see hidden under the
covers. I was afraid of the dark well past 10 because I could see the
monsters in the corner. I'm 22 now and still see them. I'm afraid to
stop seeing them.
Sent from my iPhone
4/21/10
My class was assigned a few reading for Tuesday that delt with homosexuality, marriage, and the morality surrounding both. It's a moral philosophy class and we cover a wide range of topics; cloning, abortions, capital punishment. The prof. is awesome and does a rather good job dealing with some tough topics in a calm, scholastic manner. We covered the paper against gay marriage and moved on to the paper arguing the morality of homosexual sex. After a short bio of the author she added, "and he's gay obviously." From someone else I would of skipped over this and assumed it was just part of the typical effects of a heteronormative culture but with her it was different. I expected much more and have come accustom to her picking her words very carefully. So I asked. "Why is it obvious?" I expected her to catch on to my joking tone. I figured she would notice her slip up but no. "Well if you read the paper it would be. Did you read?" Another student jumped in with some hostile tone toward her and I dropped the subject not wanting to make a big deal of it and get too far off topic. I do have some restraint you know.
The whole event stuck with me though. In no way has she made herself appear prejudice. The opposite is in fact true. This makes me think she's unaware of the implications of her words. Professors are educating future thinkers. They have a duty that falls above the average speaker to be aware of the words they choose.
The Alphabet Soup community has allies and support outside of the direct community. The only ones who see the illogical nature of arguments against us aren't only of the queer variety. The paper had no personal information on the author. The only way to glean he is a homosexual is outside information or if you assume only a homosexual would argue for the morality of homosexuality. This is a dangerous idea, if your aware of holding it or not, because it limits the possibility of action and change. Does supporting a group require membership of that group? If so, support for civil and human rights everywhere is going to fall sharply.
The whole event stuck with me though. In no way has she made herself appear prejudice. The opposite is in fact true. This makes me think she's unaware of the implications of her words. Professors are educating future thinkers. They have a duty that falls above the average speaker to be aware of the words they choose.
The Alphabet Soup community has allies and support outside of the direct community. The only ones who see the illogical nature of arguments against us aren't only of the queer variety. The paper had no personal information on the author. The only way to glean he is a homosexual is outside information or if you assume only a homosexual would argue for the morality of homosexuality. This is a dangerous idea, if your aware of holding it or not, because it limits the possibility of action and change. Does supporting a group require membership of that group? If so, support for civil and human rights everywhere is going to fall sharply.
3/27/10
On a short side note:
Most of my blog is done on an IPhone. I type it up on a small screen
and try my best to get everything right. Sometimes I'll email the post
to myself first and save it to put up later, other times it goes
directly to my blog, doesn't pass go, doesn't collect $200. While I'm
happy for the editing of copy, you got to cut me some slack from time
to time guys. Anyone that knows me, knows spelling is not my strong
point. Also, the IPhone tends to correct words that dont need
correcting and adding contractions where I didnt want them. I do my
best; trying to keep thing up to date and working with text that can't
be more than 1/8 of an inch high. So keep the corrections coming but
don't be such asses about it all the time.
Most of my blog is done on an IPhone. I type it up on a small screen
and try my best to get everything right. Sometimes I'll email the post
to myself first and save it to put up later, other times it goes
directly to my blog, doesn't pass go, doesn't collect $200. While I'm
happy for the editing of copy, you got to cut me some slack from time
to time guys. Anyone that knows me, knows spelling is not my strong
point. Also, the IPhone tends to correct words that dont need
correcting and adding contractions where I didnt want them. I do my
best; trying to keep thing up to date and working with text that can't
be more than 1/8 of an inch high. So keep the corrections coming but
don't be such asses about it all the time.
Sent from my iPhone
3/24/10
My freshman year professor either coined or brought my attention to the idea he called "The Cult of the Child." It's probably not the most popular idea and runs directly against the values most hold, and possibly for these two reasons deserves some honest consideration. The most popular opinions deserve the most criticism and scrutiny.
In American society the child holds an almost sacred place; a position not all societies bestow on children. When a child dies or is killed there is an even greater sense of loss. So much potential and possibilities unable to be realized. An innocence stolen from the world. The memorial in Oklahoma city has a special area dedicated to the children killed there.
When viewed however from a rational, unemotional point of view this value is entirely misplaced. What is lost when a child dies? Possibilities and future actions of that individual. Other than that, society isn't out much. Children are a renewable resource that take less than a year to mature from conception. Their place above adults seems backward. An adult takes at least 21 years to mature, from a legal definition, and large amounts of funds to bring up before they are independent. In addition, adult hold positions and functions in society that require training even of the most remedial type. Even the most basic skills to function in society require years of learning. I don't wish to argue that children have no purpose or function, but rather that their value and role is more easily replaced or filled.
Think of all the social and structural networks an adult takes part in. The jobs and roles they must fulfill daily. Greatly outnumbering those of a child.
One pointed out that the fact I'm young and have no children of my own makes my observation and opinion irrelevant and that I couldn't possibly know the value of a child or how much pain losing one would cause. Both these arguments don't change the validity of my observation. Correct I don't have children. This fact however allows for a more unbiased opinion. A parent thinks of a child as part of them and often values them more than their self. I value my right arm rather highly and exponentially more than others value MY right arm. This fact however doesn't mean that society would be harmed greatly by the loss of my right arm. The second argument put forth by this statement confuses pain, suffering, and a sense of loss with societal value. While these can harm society, an individual's pain often does not have far reaching implications.
As stated above, what is lost is possibilities when a child dies. "What if the little girl grew up to cure cancer?" This argument assumes the validity of fate or destiny. Only through these explanations could one assume only one individual in all time could achieve a certain goal or purpose.
I am not proposing that children aren't valuable or necessary. They hold important structural and emotional positions in the health of a society. While gifts, the almost holy status they enjoy in our society needs to be questioned. What values have lead to this current state and what in America's history and ideals places the value of a child over the life of an adult? Is it simply that they have not lived a "full" life or been able to experience as much as an adult? Are we prepared to evaluate a life based on experience and live with the implications of such criteria?
In American society the child holds an almost sacred place; a position not all societies bestow on children. When a child dies or is killed there is an even greater sense of loss. So much potential and possibilities unable to be realized. An innocence stolen from the world. The memorial in Oklahoma city has a special area dedicated to the children killed there.
When viewed however from a rational, unemotional point of view this value is entirely misplaced. What is lost when a child dies? Possibilities and future actions of that individual. Other than that, society isn't out much. Children are a renewable resource that take less than a year to mature from conception. Their place above adults seems backward. An adult takes at least 21 years to mature, from a legal definition, and large amounts of funds to bring up before they are independent. In addition, adult hold positions and functions in society that require training even of the most remedial type. Even the most basic skills to function in society require years of learning. I don't wish to argue that children have no purpose or function, but rather that their value and role is more easily replaced or filled.
Think of all the social and structural networks an adult takes part in. The jobs and roles they must fulfill daily. Greatly outnumbering those of a child.
One pointed out that the fact I'm young and have no children of my own makes my observation and opinion irrelevant and that I couldn't possibly know the value of a child or how much pain losing one would cause. Both these arguments don't change the validity of my observation. Correct I don't have children. This fact however allows for a more unbiased opinion. A parent thinks of a child as part of them and often values them more than their self. I value my right arm rather highly and exponentially more than others value MY right arm. This fact however doesn't mean that society would be harmed greatly by the loss of my right arm. The second argument put forth by this statement confuses pain, suffering, and a sense of loss with societal value. While these can harm society, an individual's pain often does not have far reaching implications.
As stated above, what is lost is possibilities when a child dies. "What if the little girl grew up to cure cancer?" This argument assumes the validity of fate or destiny. Only through these explanations could one assume only one individual in all time could achieve a certain goal or purpose.
I am not proposing that children aren't valuable or necessary. They hold important structural and emotional positions in the health of a society. While gifts, the almost holy status they enjoy in our society needs to be questioned. What values have lead to this current state and what in America's history and ideals places the value of a child over the life of an adult? Is it simply that they have not lived a "full" life or been able to experience as much as an adult? Are we prepared to evaluate a life based on experience and live with the implications of such criteria?
3/12/10
While this might upset a few of my friends, this has got to stop. No more setting up your phone to add a signature at the end of every text. This is fine on emails, not on texts. Texting is pretty much like instant messaging. Most likely there is a whole back and forth conversation going on through the texts. I do not need to be reminded who you are after each message. Your in my phone, your name shows up at the top of the screen or after your number. What if I called you and said my name after every sentence I said? Stone This would get pretty annoying huh? Stone After awhile you would either tell me to stop or hang up on me. Stone So why would you do this on your phone? Stone Oh and to those of you who add little emoticons for your signature... not cute. I'm having a serious conversation about the pros and cons of using symbolic interactionism to describe medical disparities in America and after every comment you send a little :) shows up. What happens when your fighting over text message. It happens. "I can't believe you slept with me sister :)" "What did you do with my dog? I'm gunna call the cops :)"
I'm sure you don't relize how annoying this is. Your little signature doesn't show up on your end of the conversation. Well let this be a notice to you. It is annoying. I want to end the conversation as soon as possible just so I don't have to see it any more. No I'm not over reacting. Cut it out.
I'm sure you don't relize how annoying this is. Your little signature doesn't show up on your end of the conversation. Well let this be a notice to you. It is annoying. I want to end the conversation as soon as possible just so I don't have to see it any more. No I'm not over reacting. Cut it out.
3/10/10
There's this one Starbucks in town that I go to and read every once in
awhile. It has all the usual things Starbucks has; coffee, soft
chairs, people who talk about personal topics way too loud, students.
They even warm up my slice of bread without me asking. For all those
reasons I love this Starbucks. The one complaint about this location?
Something about its geographical location attracts the "mover shaker"
type. Those guys that always have an angle to play. "I'm always
looking for a new business to invest in." "If you know anybody that
would be interested in my newest greatest way of becoming rich." It
never fails, I always seem to be sitting next to the next big thing in
the business world.
awhile. It has all the usual things Starbucks has; coffee, soft
chairs, people who talk about personal topics way too loud, students.
They even warm up my slice of bread without me asking. For all those
reasons I love this Starbucks. The one complaint about this location?
Something about its geographical location attracts the "mover shaker"
type. Those guys that always have an angle to play. "I'm always
looking for a new business to invest in." "If you know anybody that
would be interested in my newest greatest way of becoming rich." It
never fails, I always seem to be sitting next to the next big thing in
the business world.
Sent from my iPhone
2/24/10
Me-"You look lost."
Girl-"Yeah. I'm up here to take a test. You know where that would be?"
Me-"What department?"
Girl-"What do you mean?"
Me-"What class is it for?"
Girl-"Politics"
Me-"Right here. Political Science office."
Girl-"Yeah. I'm up here to take a test. You know where that would be?"
Me-"What department?"
Girl-"What do you mean?"
Me-"What class is it for?"
Girl-"Politics"
Me-"Right here. Political Science office."
Really? You don't know what department politics falls under? Poor girl
needs to study more.
Sent from my iPhone
2/10/10
I find myself feeling great distaste for people lately. Now I've always felt a little dissatisfied with other people but these last few weeks its been on the fore front of my mind. I'll be sitting in a restaurant, like tonight, and look around me and just feel let down and scared at the same time. People are sitting with their families or loved one, driving their min-van, content with their average lives. There's nothing wrong with average, and if they are happy so be it, but I get this overwhelming fear of becoming one of them. Content with my square house, doing a mundane job so that I can pay for all these things I'm told I want. It all just seems pointless and without purpose. What mark is being left by these sorts of lives? What impact are they having? I know this all sounds elitist and stuck up. I'm well aware of that. I'm just afraid I'll be too easily satisfied in life and not strive for something more than happiness. Being happy in one's life just doesn't seem to be enough anymore. I'm happy with my life, but should that be the goal?
2/2/10
Do you ever want to walk up to people on the street and say "this is
just sloppy, I expect more effort when you get dressed tomorrow"? When
did dressing nicely, or decent, become an option? When did a belt fall
into the "if you feel like it" catagory? My mom will be quick to point
out I don't exactly wear my pants at my true waist, but I never would
of walked out of the house with my pants past my ass. This is
especially true at work. Yup, at my very public, nice job guys have
their pants, and sometimes underwear, past their ass. Oh women aren't
without fault. After the age of 15, simply throwing on a t-shirt, and
ONLY a t-shirt, with your jeans ain't enough. I'm sorry but just
because your mom burnt her bra doesn't mean you can go without. Kids
and adults are just looking like messes. It takes me thirty min. to
get dressed in the morning. I might not look like the sharpest dressed
dude but at least my socks match and my hair doesn't look like my dog
used it as a chew toy.
just sloppy, I expect more effort when you get dressed tomorrow"? When
did dressing nicely, or decent, become an option? When did a belt fall
into the "if you feel like it" catagory? My mom will be quick to point
out I don't exactly wear my pants at my true waist, but I never would
of walked out of the house with my pants past my ass. This is
especially true at work. Yup, at my very public, nice job guys have
their pants, and sometimes underwear, past their ass. Oh women aren't
without fault. After the age of 15, simply throwing on a t-shirt, and
ONLY a t-shirt, with your jeans ain't enough. I'm sorry but just
because your mom burnt her bra doesn't mean you can go without. Kids
and adults are just looking like messes. It takes me thirty min. to
get dressed in the morning. I might not look like the sharpest dressed
dude but at least my socks match and my hair doesn't look like my dog
used it as a chew toy.
Sent from my iPhone
1/28/10
When I was younger I was always afraid my personality would change. I worried that I would lose my creativity and curiosity. I didn't want to turn into another boring adult. Well I'm pretty much an adult now, with a few years left till it's obvious, and I've turned out pretty great. Still have my curiosity and desire to learn fully in-tacked. I'm a little more optimistic than before, still retain my realistic approach to life, and got rid of that synisim high school left me with. I like my life and who I am overall. Sure a few things could be better but damn it, I'm pretty good at life. Is it ok to be proud of yourself and your life this much?
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