I got great news at the doctor today - my bones are healing very fast and very well, and I don't have to wear the boot anymore. So I decided to celebrate.
Huge, awesome meal at Geisha's, where I was quite popular with the waitress for my vast knowledge of Korean cinema and music artists. Then went to this cute little basement shop where I got some neat things for my collection of weird shit. Later, on the way home, we stopped in at a pet shop and I got a snake.
YEAH BOI.
A beautiful, dark ball python. A lovely het pied ball boy.
I have dubbed he Septimus.
He went to my stylist to meet her, and went with me to dinner where he horrified a waitress and some other customers. HAHAHAAAAA.
I loves the precious.
PS. Obviously in a weird mood. :)
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Fair weather friends?
Something I don't, and never will, understand, is people who are only your friend when its convenient for them.
Either my "friend" hates me or I'm not his friend at all. I'm only there as a friend by proxy. He only cares to hang out if other friends are there. I've been begging him to hang out for weeks and get lame excuses, or none at all. Just a flat "Sorry, maybe some other time".
Frankly, I'm not even sure why I keep trying other than I don't like to think the worst about other people. Unless directly insulted by someone I try to keep giving them the benefit of a doubt, but how much is too much? When do you have to decide that a person isn't your friend at all?
I have other friends, certainly. I don't -need- more and more, and losing one won't be the end of my life. But don't other people need friends too? He might infuriate me sometimes. I'm sure I piss him off from time to time. He might get on my nerves, I might have shit to say about or to him, but everyone has some kind of problem with everyone else. No one likes everything about someone. That's not natural. the whole point is being friends and accepting someone despite the things you might not like about them. Its damned difficult when the second party doesn't even try, though.
I'm getting tired of being brushed off and treated like a nuisance. Still, how much is too much?
Either my "friend" hates me or I'm not his friend at all. I'm only there as a friend by proxy. He only cares to hang out if other friends are there. I've been begging him to hang out for weeks and get lame excuses, or none at all. Just a flat "Sorry, maybe some other time".
Frankly, I'm not even sure why I keep trying other than I don't like to think the worst about other people. Unless directly insulted by someone I try to keep giving them the benefit of a doubt, but how much is too much? When do you have to decide that a person isn't your friend at all?
I have other friends, certainly. I don't -need- more and more, and losing one won't be the end of my life. But don't other people need friends too? He might infuriate me sometimes. I'm sure I piss him off from time to time. He might get on my nerves, I might have shit to say about or to him, but everyone has some kind of problem with everyone else. No one likes everything about someone. That's not natural. the whole point is being friends and accepting someone despite the things you might not like about them. Its damned difficult when the second party doesn't even try, though.
I'm getting tired of being brushed off and treated like a nuisance. Still, how much is too much?
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Hair! Books! Nails!
I've got almost no money to my name and I'm swiftly running out of time to get things straight, but you know what?
Fuck it.
I got my hair done, I got my nails done and I got myself some books. I deserve it, dammit. It looks good, too.
Sometimes the only way to heal is to change yourself or your environment. I can't do shit about the environment, so changing myself if was!
More than anything its for a guy. Sort of.
Yeah, even I'm guilty of that.
On the off, off, off chance that this guy might see me, I wanted to make sure I look good. I wanted to look good for myself ore than anything, but I wanted to look better than usual for him. He probably doesn't even know I exist, outside of our occasional conversations, but its important, you know?
It baffles me, really. Once upon a time I couldn't have cared less what a person thought about me. I didn't care to continue relationships beyond friends, and I certainly didn't want people to remember me. Now I'm almost thirty and I'm freaking out.
I'm at one of the lowest points in my life, at my least attractive. Even so, I keep on trying. If confidence and persistence are attractive features maybe I'll luck out after all, hm? One can hope.
I just wish, like many people do, that I were less invisible to the people that are most visible in my own view.
Fuck it.
I got my hair done, I got my nails done and I got myself some books. I deserve it, dammit. It looks good, too.
Sometimes the only way to heal is to change yourself or your environment. I can't do shit about the environment, so changing myself if was!
More than anything its for a guy. Sort of.
Yeah, even I'm guilty of that.
On the off, off, off chance that this guy might see me, I wanted to make sure I look good. I wanted to look good for myself ore than anything, but I wanted to look better than usual for him. He probably doesn't even know I exist, outside of our occasional conversations, but its important, you know?
It baffles me, really. Once upon a time I couldn't have cared less what a person thought about me. I didn't care to continue relationships beyond friends, and I certainly didn't want people to remember me. Now I'm almost thirty and I'm freaking out.
I'm at one of the lowest points in my life, at my least attractive. Even so, I keep on trying. If confidence and persistence are attractive features maybe I'll luck out after all, hm? One can hope.
I just wish, like many people do, that I were less invisible to the people that are most visible in my own view.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Day One
In a world full of self-absorption and inability to socialize face-to-face caused by readily available means of creating antisocial individualism in the form of the internet, I thought it was time to "join" the crowd and begin a blog.
No one in particular cares about the opinions of a stranger, yet people still maintain reading blogs, taking in the ideas and thoughts of others. There is some sort of morbid curiosity that leads us to do this, because we no longer communicate as readily with real people as we were forced to do before the advent of the internet.
I myself have no interest in other people, like most these days. I have been an introverted thinker for as long as I can remember, deliberately leading people to believe I was either too immature or too aloof to pick up on anything of consequence. Not of a desire to be malicious, but simply because I feel people that really want to know you will dig deeper and seek out the truth. They will recognize that you're being misleading, misdirecting them, and will want to know what the reality is.
I value people with curiosity and determination, drive and interest. I have made many very good and very close friends over the years, but I've never just said whatever I feel like, whenever or however I please.
Therein lay the lure of the blog, the quasi-anonymous means of unleashing your thoughts and feelings on the world, whatever it many be. Also a means of cataloging your interests, indexing your developing tastes.
I have never been able to keep up with a diary, I tried LiveJournal, DeadJournal, posting on my personals or just occasionally writing myself emails.
I watch my friends, read their own blogs and journals on occasion, and sometimes wish I could say something myself about a subject. Or just get a little bit out about an adventure I had. Or rant and rave about something that upsets me.
So here it is. My first - and likely only - blog. I will post when I feel like, about what I feel like. I don't know how often. I don't know how it should be rated, and I highly doubt it will always - if ever - be peaches and cream.
I know one day I'll go back and read it and laugh at myself, feel humiliated, maybe disappointed. Hopefully as it goes I will change and one day I can look back at the turning points of my life and recognize in my text where my thoughts and emotions altered with the wisdom I gained on my journey.
I promise this will be full of pretentious, facetious, egregious writing that you might enjoy simply for how pompous it becomes. It will never be only about myself. Sometimes it will be about others. Sometimes I'll put people on blast because something needs to be said, even if I know I won't feel like that forever. Sometimes I'll review a movie or game, and not give a damn what you think about my opinion of it. Most times I'll just write because I'm rubbed the wrong way and need to get it out.
Whatever your reason for reading this, I wish you luck! Feel free to comment, of course. If I'm allowed to place my opinion out there, why can't you? Especially if you know me. Sometimes someone should yank my reins and help me slow my roll, right? That's what friends are for.
Whatever the case, here it is. Day One, Post One.
Good night, and good luck.
No one in particular cares about the opinions of a stranger, yet people still maintain reading blogs, taking in the ideas and thoughts of others. There is some sort of morbid curiosity that leads us to do this, because we no longer communicate as readily with real people as we were forced to do before the advent of the internet.
I myself have no interest in other people, like most these days. I have been an introverted thinker for as long as I can remember, deliberately leading people to believe I was either too immature or too aloof to pick up on anything of consequence. Not of a desire to be malicious, but simply because I feel people that really want to know you will dig deeper and seek out the truth. They will recognize that you're being misleading, misdirecting them, and will want to know what the reality is.
I value people with curiosity and determination, drive and interest. I have made many very good and very close friends over the years, but I've never just said whatever I feel like, whenever or however I please.
Therein lay the lure of the blog, the quasi-anonymous means of unleashing your thoughts and feelings on the world, whatever it many be. Also a means of cataloging your interests, indexing your developing tastes.
I have never been able to keep up with a diary, I tried LiveJournal, DeadJournal, posting on my personals or just occasionally writing myself emails.
I watch my friends, read their own blogs and journals on occasion, and sometimes wish I could say something myself about a subject. Or just get a little bit out about an adventure I had. Or rant and rave about something that upsets me.
So here it is. My first - and likely only - blog. I will post when I feel like, about what I feel like. I don't know how often. I don't know how it should be rated, and I highly doubt it will always - if ever - be peaches and cream.
I know one day I'll go back and read it and laugh at myself, feel humiliated, maybe disappointed. Hopefully as it goes I will change and one day I can look back at the turning points of my life and recognize in my text where my thoughts and emotions altered with the wisdom I gained on my journey.
I promise this will be full of pretentious, facetious, egregious writing that you might enjoy simply for how pompous it becomes. It will never be only about myself. Sometimes it will be about others. Sometimes I'll put people on blast because something needs to be said, even if I know I won't feel like that forever. Sometimes I'll review a movie or game, and not give a damn what you think about my opinion of it. Most times I'll just write because I'm rubbed the wrong way and need to get it out.
Whatever your reason for reading this, I wish you luck! Feel free to comment, of course. If I'm allowed to place my opinion out there, why can't you? Especially if you know me. Sometimes someone should yank my reins and help me slow my roll, right? That's what friends are for.
Whatever the case, here it is. Day One, Post One.
Good night, and good luck.
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