It’s a fact. I’m a daydreamer. I fantasize, I romanticize, it’s just what I do.
By now, I’ve realized that, and I temper myself. I know to just lock it down and let it pass, otherwise I make an ass out of myself. 99% of the time it goes away, the other 1% of the time, I tell myself that I should check it out because it might be the real deal.
Recently though, I think even with that 1%, I’ve been lying to myself.
This post is obviously brought about by the terrible events at Penn State. If you’re not familiar with the story, a quick Google search will update you on the details. At the end of the day, the outrage at this incident is real and justified. The act in itself is heinous, but the cover-up and subsequent justification of the actions taken by the administration is reprehensible.
Defenders of Joe Paterno as well as others in the administration state that they fulfilled their legal obligation in reporting the activities to their superior. The individuals who failed to report it to the State have already stepped down. The remaining individuals cling to their defense that they did their legal obligation.
Not in a “I want you, I need you” sort of way, but in a musician kind of way. I’ve never been shy about my love of pop music, and Kelly Clarkson is a master of the genre. She’s definitely not the type of pop artist that gives you a whole performance a la GaGa or Britney, but she has to subsist on talent, and some solid pop song writing.
Frankly, I don’t really care that she won the first American Idol. I’m probably one of three people in the US that doesn’t watch it, and I really can’t stand it. The one good thing that came out of the show that spawned the Hollywood monster known as Ryan Seacrest is that Kelly Clarkson became a pop star.
It’s 3:07 am, and I’m still up. I’m not out partying, not out drinking, just one of those nights when you can’t fall asleep. I don’t know how it is with anyone else, but any time I’m up after 2 am and it’s not for a reason (hanging out with friends, finishing work, etc.) I get a general sense of melancholy. It’s not bad, it’s not good, I think it’s just my body’s way of telling me to power down and go to sleep. I fight back by turning on Miles Davis in iTunes and writing. As you can see right now, I’m winning that battle.
I always found it funny that people have to be “ready” to go into a relationship, that they have to reach some mystical point to be ready to open themselves up to someone. I think being open is just that, being open. I think whether you’re single or you’re taken, you should be open regardless.
Now, I’ve been single for most of adult life. I have friends who are the exact opposite of me. The total time that I’ve spent in a relationship is the total time that they’ve been single. I guess in some grand cosmic scheme, that’s some sort of balance right? Regardless, I just think there are two different types of people. People who seem to find their equilibrium being single, and people who find their equilibrium being in a couple.
So I’ve been trying to put together a blog for a while now. You’ll see in the beginning, it started off more as a review type thing, but I don’t think I could have sustained that for a long time. With the re-launch, or for most of you, the first time you see this … Continue reading Launch and Re-Launch
I recently got into a conversation with a friend on whether girls actually care how guys dress or not. Basically, we’re seeing if the age old adage “The clothes make the man” was true or not. The gist of the conversation basically boiled down to that it’s not a key component, but it adds ‘bonus points’. What I got from the conversation was that guys that are ridiculously good looking can dress like hobos and still get away with anything. The rest of us average guys need to invest in a wardrobe that consists of more than “my most comfortable pair of jeans and my 3 year old sneakers”.
However, that got me thinking, is it true the other way around? What exactly do I look for in a girl in the way she dresses? Don’t get me wrong, when you first see a girl, you can get a pretty striking impression from what they wear, ranging from the slutty, to the sexy, to the awesome (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Handbag).
But at the end of the day, I have the Sweats Rule.
Recently being admitted to grad school, I was flogged through a bunch of socials, orientation events, and a variety of other icebreakers where I’m supposed to meet my fellow classmates and get to know them. Forced social interaction is just one of those things that I loathe. Thankfully, life and acting classes has allowed me to appear pleasant enough to go through just enough of the social graces to prevent me from being an outcast. Yay society.
However, while I’m being flogged through said social events, my mind starts to wander and assessing random thoughts and ideas. While being introduced to Whoeverthe Hellyouare who graduated from Idontcareatall University, you start realizing a few certain things. This is why I can confidently say that within 5 minutes in a social situation, I can tell whether you’re single or not.