So, this isn't going to be a terribly long post. Really, it's just me wondering if I should run the risk of looking like a creeper to ask this girl on a date. The thing is, I know that unless I make it a point to go out and see her, I will never see her again. And I have no clue what she's like other than chatting for maybe half an hour. I thought I'd see her today and ask her, but I couldn't find her. So, yeah. To creep or not to creep. I really should've just asked her then and there, but the thought didn't occur to me until after the fact.
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Obligatory New Years Post
This post will be short and sweet, I promise.
So, anyone else get pretty hammered last night? I know I had at least 15 shots. As an aside: vodka tastes like what running alcohol smells like. Also, I love you Gatorade company. Great for athletes and hangover-prevention alike.
2012. Man. What a boring year. Aside from the wallet-eating machine that was gaming, not much happened. Work, work, games, books, work, guitar, work... And that's about it. I did get a little better at Japanese, I started trying to learn the piano, I gained like 10 pounds (and finally cracked 100. Stupid metabolism...), aaand... Oh, right, started another blog. I'll get around to posting that link around here sometime, but right now I kind of want to punish my brain and test my patience by playing some dark souls. See you soon!
So, anyone else get pretty hammered last night? I know I had at least 15 shots. As an aside: vodka tastes like what running alcohol smells like. Also, I love you Gatorade company. Great for athletes and hangover-prevention alike.
2012. Man. What a boring year. Aside from the wallet-eating machine that was gaming, not much happened. Work, work, games, books, work, guitar, work... And that's about it. I did get a little better at Japanese, I started trying to learn the piano, I gained like 10 pounds (and finally cracked 100. Stupid metabolism...), aaand... Oh, right, started another blog. I'll get around to posting that link around here sometime, but right now I kind of want to punish my brain and test my patience by playing some dark souls. See you soon!
Monday, November 26, 2012
Reader: Beware
You may have seen the Dos Equis commercial wherein the most interesting man in the world stated: "If you don't have a dark secret, it's never too late to make one." I am here to say that I can exclude myself from his statement, for I have many, many dark secrets. Deep are the recesses in which my secrets hide, and I have held on to them too long. In the coming days, you will eventually come across a link here, and this will be to a second blog, one that will run in tandem with this one, and perhaps run even more frequently. This, then, is the reasoning for my title.
Reader: beware. What you read there will forever change your view of me. It will rend all you've thought you've known about anything I've said or done. This is not an easy road to travel. To help facilitate this launch of my deepest secrets, I have but one rule: my secrets are mine own. Feel free to point people to my blog, but do not spread them in any other way. Anything that is misconstrued I wish to avoid; let them get the story straight from the horse's mouth. Then feel free to speculate amongst yourselves, after reading.
Now then, as it will take time for me to think up a new domain for that blog, as well as do a layout and start posting, I extend to you this head-start: if you are reading this, odds are that you know me personally. As such, I will truthfully answer any question you pose to me from a text or email that references this post (reader: beware). I cannot stress this enough: do not ask any question that you do not wish to know the answer to. I will hold nothing back.
I look forward to changing your perceptions.
Reader: beware. What you read there will forever change your view of me. It will rend all you've thought you've known about anything I've said or done. This is not an easy road to travel. To help facilitate this launch of my deepest secrets, I have but one rule: my secrets are mine own. Feel free to point people to my blog, but do not spread them in any other way. Anything that is misconstrued I wish to avoid; let them get the story straight from the horse's mouth. Then feel free to speculate amongst yourselves, after reading.
Now then, as it will take time for me to think up a new domain for that blog, as well as do a layout and start posting, I extend to you this head-start: if you are reading this, odds are that you know me personally. As such, I will truthfully answer any question you pose to me from a text or email that references this post (reader: beware). I cannot stress this enough: do not ask any question that you do not wish to know the answer to. I will hold nothing back.
I look forward to changing your perceptions.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Promises
Humans are so fickle; we change our desires on a whim, and look at duty as a four-letter-word. "Duty? How profane and commonplace." We scoff, thinking it beneath us. Or, on the other side of the coin, above us.
It was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that's what the promise is for
Duty is what needs to drive us. We are selfish creatures, all seeking for our own satisfaction. Yeah, you may help the poor, volunteer at a shelter for animals, or any other thing on the list of commonly accepted "Good Things", but why? Because it makes you feel good. What if that feeling disappeared? Would you still do it? Probably not. But duty. Responsibility. That is what would drive you on. You are responsible for the poor, sick, and homeless. It is your duty.
Likewise, it is your duty to stay pledged to the one you say you love. It astonishes me that divorce and cheating is so rampant in this society. When did it become unheard of to stay with the person you married? You've been married for 25 years and still love each other? Wow. Surprising, you kept your wedding vows.
It was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that's what the promise is for
That's a line from a song titled "Dancing in the Minefields" by Andrew Peterson. Why do most people not hold this view anymore? It was a promise, and in the innocence we had as kids we believed promises were absolute. When did that stop? Should we not do that which we promise?
We need to make the choice to keep love alive in our relationships. It's not a feeling, it's actions. "I love you" means a lot less coming from someone who is never there for you, or leaves when the going is rough. That's what the promise is for, to keep you going when you think your feelings have changed. You'll never know your true love until you make it through the rough patches, so stick it out: there's happiness on the other side.
It was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that's what the promise is for
Duty is what needs to drive us. We are selfish creatures, all seeking for our own satisfaction. Yeah, you may help the poor, volunteer at a shelter for animals, or any other thing on the list of commonly accepted "Good Things", but why? Because it makes you feel good. What if that feeling disappeared? Would you still do it? Probably not. But duty. Responsibility. That is what would drive you on. You are responsible for the poor, sick, and homeless. It is your duty.
Likewise, it is your duty to stay pledged to the one you say you love. It astonishes me that divorce and cheating is so rampant in this society. When did it become unheard of to stay with the person you married? You've been married for 25 years and still love each other? Wow. Surprising, you kept your wedding vows.
It was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that's what the promise is for
That's a line from a song titled "Dancing in the Minefields" by Andrew Peterson. Why do most people not hold this view anymore? It was a promise, and in the innocence we had as kids we believed promises were absolute. When did that stop? Should we not do that which we promise?
We need to make the choice to keep love alive in our relationships. It's not a feeling, it's actions. "I love you" means a lot less coming from someone who is never there for you, or leaves when the going is rough. That's what the promise is for, to keep you going when you think your feelings have changed. You'll never know your true love until you make it through the rough patches, so stick it out: there's happiness on the other side.
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