Friday, July 31, 2009

[189] Therapeutic Narrative

Friday, July 31, 2009 at 4:45am

So taking the advice from the book The Black Swan I'm writing out the negative event I experienced today to help me realize there was nothing I could really do to change what happened.

I went to Showplace to see a movie and hang with my old manager, and basically adopted mom, Lisa. It's Thursday, which basically means every manager is going to be there for building the movies and other manager duties. Note, my previous time going there, a discussion about my curly hair was brought up by my old manager. We exchanged comments and jokes, but it didn't seem to get too serious, and we generally joke on each other. So this next time, to my dismay and surprise, I was informed he went to the office and announced that "sideshow bob was here." Now, I can credit something funny, even on myself, and I'll give him his props. The next ten minutes involved me being called a hobo, and looking like I was from Woodstock. Okay, nothing actually bothers me about this. It's no secret that I throw the word "fuck" or a variation of it into about everything I say when not trying to sound remotely serious or articulate. Thusly, when I reply to such comments with "at least I have hair" and "grow some fuckin hair dude" I'm hardly trying to be insulting. I can accept that this may have been taken differently. Still worth remembering, I never once initiated a comment or discussion about hair (or lack thereof), and maintained a feeling of a joking cordial atmosphere the entire time. In fact, the majority of the time he spent kicking me out of the building I thought he was joking. Call me naive.

Ultimately, if hair is that touchy of a subject, it was beyond my control to fully appreciate that fact until things spilled over. If I came off openly disrespectful, that could have been questioned and discussed, and not used as an excuse to open up into a rage and make threats. I'm willing to apologize for how I came across, but I am not sure if it would really matter. Also worth noting, before I even directed my attention in his direction he was commenting on how my guests and I were getting ready to have ourselves thrown out for reasons I still can surmise. I'd understand if we were preventing work from being done, or being loud and vulgar with guests around (which I habitually look for when I hang out at the desk) but neither was the case. I've gotten the sense that this manager has been deeply upset or displeased with me for more than the surface reasons of an off comment or inscribing my initials on the booth floor. I don't quite know what this problem is, but it is beyond my control.
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Maybe it's not just you. Something major went down last weekend and I have yet to find out what it was. You know there's always Showplace drama and rumors and lately he's been on edge, although he does still find time to joke even on his bad days. If it's really bothering you, why don't you ask? You could always talk to Lisa about it, get her opinion.
July 31, 2009 at 11:19am ·
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[190] Me So Solly

Friday, July 31, 2009 at 8:54pm

I'm not sure I believe in apologizes, or maybe, at least not in what they are supposed to do or how they function. Your either apologizing for doing something that was an accident, or something intentional. An accident is a by product of doing things. They are expected, in that they do happen frequently, and they could happen to anybody. Tagging "I'm sorry" to something that happens at random or because we've yet to master how and why things move doesn't seem to cut down on the frequency of accidents. Then you have the intentional action. By preemptively thinking that it was the time to do or say whatever you did, based on how you perceived the context, out it came. Then if you apologize your rescinding the fact that you made a conscious decision. Your basically stuck to being either a hypocrite or irrational.

I find that most of the time I'm asked or prompted to say I'm sorry about something, it's for doing something completely opposite to what I thought I was doing, or for how someone else reacted to a situation we both had a part in. I can't help but phrase things anymore like this, "I'm sorry
you perceived things this way because that wasn't the intention" or "I apologize your feelings have come out angry in this situation.” I imagine this comes of rather condescending. As if I'm patting the other person on the head and saying "now now, too bad your just incapable of handling your feelings." Hand in hand with that is when someone does something to me or my things, I'm not exactly jumping to hear or even caring if they apologize. The thing happened, there is a choice to be made in the wake of it. No common courtesy of our language adds or detracts from the fact of a necessary decision.

The only thing that really matters after something goes wrong or there is a discrepancy, is how the parties act from that point on. If someone breaks something of mine, and they bypass the apology and go straight to buying another one, I'm happy that we've both recognized the problem and agree on the method to fix it. There is no need for ass kissing or guilt tripping. This last altercation with my old manager would do exactly that. I'd be making myself out to be the bad guy, granting his thoughts that I was trying to be deliberately offensive, and having to maintain my from thenceforth humbled attitude in his presence. Does that seem right to you? I've tried to handle situations with people I've known for much less time and have much weaker rapport with more respectfully than how he decided to react to joking around. Honesty and progress comes from explaining and understanding those different perceptions, not leveraging them against each other.

So, if an apology does something more for you that I'm incapable of picking up on, please tell me. I either do bad things, or bad things inevitably happen in my presence. One I can't deny or take back that I was a rational actor, the other is a product of our mere existence. Your apology doesn't fix anything, it only perpetuates a frequently one-sided and often flawed perception of how things transpired, whether you believe in that perception or not.
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I’ll agree that I get annoyed in cases where people won’t accept a solution and demand countless apologies – once you solve the problem, you should move on. And in cases where people misunderstand or get mad for reasons beyond your control or comprehension, it is idiotic to think you should grovel at their feet, begging for forgiveness. But in other cases, an apology is more of just a verbal problem-solver. You say that if someone breaks something and then goes and buys a new something, an apology is unnecessary because you’ve solved the problem. I agree that it’s the actions afterward that prove whether you’re really sorry or not, but in some cases, an apology is the only problem-solver you have. In the case of words, you don’t have that physical act to make things better – the only way to acknowledge and fix the problem is through more words. That’s where “I’m sorry” comes in.
July 31, 2009 at 9:53pm ·
To me, the point of wanting an apology isn... See More’t because I want the person to “ass-kiss” or I want them on some sort of guilt trip, but because I just want them to acknowledge that what they did hurt me in some way. Someone could totally misunderstand your intention, and that’s not really your fault, but once you know that it doesn’t mean what you thought it might mean, you should keep that in mind for the future and not repeat whatever you did to that person. I don’t get mad at people for the actual unintentional gaffe itself, but the point is, if you don’t acknowledge it, what’s to say that you won’t do it again?

And if you do something that ends offensively, not because the person took it the wrong way, but because you didn’t think things through and it really was a stupid maneuver, you should own up to that fact. Everyone makes stupid mistakes and when you have a lapse in judgment, you should apologize for not thinking clearly.
July 31, 2009 at 9:54pm ·
You can even intentionally hurt someone or say something about them that was taken in entirely the way you meant it, and then feel badly about it later. That doesn’t make you a hypocrite – it makes you a human being that can think things through and change its mind… it’s silly to think that you think the exact same way about the same situations at different times – it’s even sillier to try to do so.
July 31, 2009 at 9:54pm ·
What's to say you won't' do it again? Nothing, that's part of my problem with it.

"But in other cases, an apology is more of just a verbal problem-solver."

Which ones? You say "in the case of words (the only way) is through more words." I don't understand this. Words, no matter the situation, don't actually do anything themselves. They are little than sounds we choose to react (or not) to.... See More

Apologizing for not thinking clearly implies that there was a common "clearer" thought process readily apparent to everyone involved, which rarely ever seems to be the case.
July 31, 2009 at 10:33pm ·
"I just want them to acknowledge that what they did hurt me in some way."

This I think speaks to the heart of the matter. Unless it's physical hurt, I can't justify believing anybody but myself allowed for any hurt. I suppose many people don't play it this way. I'm quick to blame myself for letting things either get to me, or engaging with the ... See Moreperson in the first place, or not being perceptive enough to judge things correctly. I don't hold others accountable for any pain that isn't physical, and find it hard to believe people would let met affect them as deeply as they'd claim.
July 31, 2009 at 10:33pm ·
"you should apologize for not thinking clearly."

This could be an important point too. If I'm not thinking "clearly" it would have to be prompted by sleep deprivation or some sort of yet to be experienced trauma. I think it is why I want to think it a viable excuse to apologize, but don't really think enough situations actually happen that make it... See More appropriate. I find myself always thinking, if for lack of a better word "clearly" whether I want to or not, so hearing others claim they weren't doesn't sit well with me.
July 31, 2009 at 10:34pm ·
"it... See More’s silly to think that you think the exact same way about the same situations at different times – it’s even sillier to try to do so."

This I really don't think I agree with. Aside from situations as a child where your reactions may never warrant any sort of rational discorse or reaction, I'm hardly ever swayed or pursuaded that a situation was different until new information is learned or added about that situation that I couldn't have known at the time. Even in situations where something "bad" was going on, but there was enough "good" to perpetuate it, I was still cognizant of both sides and can revisit the how's and why's long after the fact.
July 31, 2009 at 10:34pm ·
But you admit that new information could be made available. Human beings aren't omnipotent. And if you learn new things, you shouldn't be afraid to admit that you can change your mind. I know way too many people who think they know all about “both sides... See More” or “all” of a situation when I know that they are seriously lacking in important facts and insights. It happens way too often for me to believe that there are more than a few instances where anybody can say that they are positive that they will never change their mind. I’m not saying that I don’t have my own passionate beliefs that I can’t conceive ever changing, but, to me, the only way you could possibly never change your mind is if you bury your head in the sand and refuse to acknowledge any new information. You did agree that you’re not persuaded “until new information is learned” so you do think that this is possible – which was my point, so I don’t really know why you’re disagreeing with that.
July 31, 2009 at 11:42pm ·
Plus, I’ve personally experienced many incidents where, even though I knew something, I had to go over it and examine it in different ways for a long time before something finally clicked. Ok, you may just say I’m slow lol… but I doubt I’m the only person who can gain new insights through sitting and thinking for a long time.
July 31, 2009 at 11:42pm ·
I... See More’m guessing that you’re leaning toward the old adage of “Nobody can make you feel inferior except you” or something to that extent, and I’ll agree that it’s mostly true… I guess I’m thinking more of people you know – not strangers. A stranger or someone you barely know shouldn’t really care what you say. But in the case of friends, it’s harder to say that you shouldn’t care what they say – in fact, if you don’t care about their opinions, you probably don’t care about them, and then why are you friends? I just know that in the past, I’ve been hurt by friends who didn’t act like friends. I don’t think it’s crazy to blame someone who claims to be a friend for not acting like one.
July 31, 2009 at 11:43pm ·
People do things that they know they shouldn... See More’t – things that they know could be hurtful – just because they didn’t think it all the way through or simply because they decided to be selfish. Just because an act is conscious doesn’t necessarily mean it was a good decision. And if you act like a crappy friend, you should own up to it. Of course, everyone has different standards for what constitutes a “good” or “crappy” friend but I’m casting that aside right now and just making my argument under the assumption that if you’re friends with someone, you both have similar ideas of what this means.
July 31, 2009 at 11:43pm ·
I definitely think that apologies are over-demanded for little misunderstandings that shouldn... See More’t be so blown out of proportion, which is why I don’t get seriously mad very often… I know that the majority of the time I may get offended, it wasn’t the person’s intent. But there are times when I look at a friend’s actions and think to myself that they couldn’t possibly not have known that what they were doing was shitty. If they can admit it, I’m not going to cast them aside forever. Everyone makes mistakes – everyone acts selfishly from time to time – everyone, even if they are normally clear thinkers, will have moments when they don’t think all the way through to the end of their actions even if they should have, and they end up screwing up. I guess my whole point behind the “clear thinking” thing is that human beings are not perfect. *Everyone* will act less-than-admirably from time to time, and you shouldn’t be too proud to admit it.
July 31, 2009 at 11:43pm ·
I... See More’m not saying I don’t see where you’re coming from in not liking apologies. A lot of apologies are unnecessary because of overreactions. Personally, I feel like I’ve apologized way too many times for things that were not my fault, or made to feel guilty because my apology wasn’t “good enough” but I didn’t know what else to do. Apologies shouldn’t be doled out like candy at a parade for every little infraction, but in the instances where human beings end up acting like human beings, they should be able to admit to it.
July 31, 2009 at 11:43pm ·
Of course, once an apology is made, the person who... See More’s upset shouldn’t hold it over their head because that defeats the purpose of peaceful reconciliation… my point is that apologies can help if both sides are realistic about what saying sorry can do – It can’t take back what was said or done (I guess this is a common misconception of what an apology is supposed to be – “I take it back” – that’s impossible, you already did it) – It’s purpose is to make the upset party feel like their friend didn’t mean for what they said or did to cause such damage and thus keeps the friendship from deteriorating. I guess if you can just say “What I did was shitty” or “I didn’t realize it was going to end that way” and the other person can be mature enough to take that for what it is, an actual profession of “I’m sorry” isn’t necessary. But so few people will actually come right out and admit that they made a mistake.
July 31, 2009 at 11:44pm ·
If you can actually own up to not being perfect, then I guess you’re right – apologies are unnecessary. But to a lot of people, saying a set phrase like “I’m sorry” is easier than admitting their own faults.

And this was way more posts than I thought it would be... lol
July 31, 2009 at 11:44pm ·
The way you statement was framed was without the tip of the hat to new information. On it's head, I disagreed with a person's inability to hold the same thoughts about situations, let alone it being "sillier" or even an effort to do so.

I don't contend there isn't much to be gained from sitting and thinking about a situation. The entirety of the ... See Morefacts of that situation will rarely ever be filled in, so mulling it over is purely the exercise of trying to rationalize something that caused you some distress. Still, the overall physiological effects and choices you make, are what put even the remotest semblance of and end to what you think happened.
August 1, 2009 at 12:42am ·
I'm friends with people who I share mutually beneficial relationships. It isn't really a secret as to why so many go untalked to on facebook or disappear as names in a list.

" I don’t think it’s crazy to blame someone who claims to be a friend for not acting like one."

Neither do I. This is where, as I stated, I'd start blaming myself for not seeing all the, usually more blatant than we'd like to admit, reasons that they weren't a friend before "they hurt me."... See More

"Just because an act is conscious doesn’t necessarily mean it was a good decision."

I'm sorry if I was unclear, but that's exactly what I was espousing in describing myself amidst a bad decision. We kind of drifted from talking about what an apology does or doesn't do, to how friends should relate and what constitutes a healthy relationship with one here.
August 1, 2009 at 12:42am ·
"If they can admit it, I’m not going to cast them aside forever."

See, to me, if they engage in it and, whether or not they apologize, I can't rationally defend where they were coming from, that's when they get cast aside. When someone acknowledges their fuck up, there is practically nothing you can do to know they are apologizing for anything more than your upset demeanor. This is exactly what I illuminate in my "apologies."

"everyone acts selfishly from time to time"... See More

I would argue they act selfishly all the time, but that's a different discussion.

"*Everyone* will act less-than-admirably from time to time, and you shouldn’t be too proud to admit it."

I must say this statement confuses me the most. I openly stated this in blog. Restating my point, it's not that they screw up or that they are too proud to admit it, it's that they are cognizant of screwing up, whether they want to claim "being too human" or not. The excuse I don't buy.
August 1, 2009 at 12:43am ·
"It... See More’s purpose is to make the upset party feel like their friend didn’t mean for what they said or did to cause such damage and thus keeps the friendship from deteriorating."

So there's much to say about this. One, "to make the upset party feel like their friend didn't mean for what they said" is exactly the cop-out I state when people claim to not be thinking before and during the statement. It could also be read as a way for the friend to passively lie to the other person for the sake of whatever they are getting from that relationship. I don't disagree that it can be used for diplomatic purposes or even as an initial flag perhaps that makes you think they are about to actually do something. To me, if a friendship is deteriorating, it's for many more significant and complicated reasons than one's inability to placate the other with platitudes.
August 1, 2009 at 12:44am ·
"But to a lot of people, saying a set phrase like “I’m sorry” is easier than admitting their own faults."

And walah, more or less the point. It really goes back to honesty about your understanding or lack thereof. About what you are or aren't taking responsibility for. It's finding that necessary objective leap from the well of apologizes and placated feelings.

Facebook needs a better method for engaging discussions :).
August 1, 2009 at 12:45am ·
When I look back on this, it looks like we just came full circle to both agree on people admitting that they screw up and if they can do that, there’s no need for the actual words “I’m sorry.” I guess my thought process was more along the lines of most people not being able to admit that they screwed up, so they need to settle back onto the tried-and-durable apology. I honestly have not met many people who can admit to stupid actions, so to me, the apology is the only thing that they’re capable of and it’s better than them screwing me over and never acknowledging it, thus leaving the doors open for them to do it again because they never caught on that it’s not ok.

I know! Wtf is up with this like 12 lines of text at a time bullshit? Gives me a headache.
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

[187] I'm Sorry I Can't Be

Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at 1:09am

I think it ill conceived to believe that we can be perfect. Perfection is a judgment, a term from relevance and perspective. In order for something to be perfect, it has to be compared to all that which is imperfect, which runs into the same sort of problem, determining what, how, and why. Any statement from a limited perspective, I believe, bars you from calling something objectively perfect. There are so many better questions to ask about someone or something than how close or far they are from perfect. This is easier explained by looking at a tool. Is a hammer "perfect" for hitting a nail? Is that really the right question? Was it designed to nail, yes. Does it hit, yes. Is it appropriately proportioned enough for functioning humans to use and understand it, yes. Knowing the utility and usability of something are about the closest things you can use to form any sort of "perfect" concept, and even still it has to be in how you inform your perspective.

Why would we believe that it is even possible to be perfect? Are we made out of perfect atoms? Is there a perfect example we can learn from? Perfection seems to be just the product of bad inductive reasoning. I did something better, therefore there must be an ultimate peak. Realistically, we have many different ways of getting things done, which doesn't necessarily mean we do them well or even remotely perfectly. Take raising kids. You have the plethora of people alive past 40 who've had kids to ask yourself if they were raised perfectly. They reproduced, no? They survived. They had to contribute even marginally to society in order to provide for them and their young. You would hardly find a single person that you'd regard as perfect.

You lose all chance for dignity, to be humbled, to pit your mind against a challenge and overcome it if you're "perfect." Do you hear me religious people? Your god is empty because he has no reason and no problem that could give him any sense of value that you could understand. Perfect love? The most destructive idea I can imagine. Not only does it allow you to be a self righteous delusional asshole, but it gives you the motivation to never change nor really strive to be better or more capable as a person who's part of a healthy society. You project those convictions onto people. You pretend that as long as the word love is involved it negates reality. You can think, hear, see, and say what you want instead of what actually is.

I'm sick of playing to people's perspectives. I wish it was the one thing everyone else would give up as well. People will tell you they understand, they will tell you they love you, they will say that what they are doing is right and good for them, all the while they are spiraling towards a pit of bullshit that wishes it could call itself the "perfect" behavior for them. They are fighting to be contradictions. They are willing the lies. They blind themselves to what was actually said, what could actually work, and what actually happened. STOP PRETENDING things can be perfect or that it's even a viable option. Stop lying to yourself and to me about your understanding and your truth. I don't want to hear it. I won't cater towards it.

Nor you or I will ever be perfect to anybody but ourselves. And guess what, I'm one of the few who is comfortable with who I am and what I do. It's perfect, for me. Whether and when you choose to accept that isn't my concern. Whether you actually understand it isn't really up to me either. Any time I try to explain myself, I'm met with what I "actually" am which is based on assumptions and/or five minute windows of time or interactions. Then I get told condescendingly and piously how things really are. I'm put in my place by the sad, the hopeless, the dramatic, the liers, the pious, and the naive. Perhaps you can imagine how well this goes over. Are there things about me I'd like to improve? Sure. And I've managed to adopt the kinds of ideas and behaviors that will achieve those improvements. Are those behaviors and ideas perfect? No, they are simply better than the drivel other people use to make excuses for their lives. They get me farther than entertaining and wasting time with childish and petty motives.

So how can I say I'm perfect? I'm happy, healthy, motivated, and don't cause any undue harm. It's rather simple. I am incapable of guilt about myself or about you, because I understand things from a rational standpoint. I don't cloud my thoughts with feelings, my feelings are as closely proportioned to what I think as I can make them. I don't care what you feel about me. I don't regard your thoughts as the objective, best suited, or final determination for who I am, and that is why someone would hate me for calling myself perfect. That's why they would do whatever they had to and feel whatever they could to drag me down and make me feel as bad about myself as they do themselves. I am accused of being unable to care, when you'll never find someone who could care more. Fuck your perfection.


[188] Wouldn't It Be Nice

Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at 6:27am

Have you ever been so confused that you don't know what to feel? Or rapidly gone through the stages of emotion till you come full circle just to be confused again? I don't understand why things can't be easier. Do they really have to be hard before they can? I mean, I don't buy the whole happiness can only be appreciated with sadness. What good would happiness be if it could only be achieved through sadness? You can only have the sucker if you shoot yourself first... I think about the things I want in life, and I see relatively easy paths to follow. I want to be talented, so I practice my instruments, learn random skills, fiddle with things I don't understand. I want to be connected so I throw parties and go to other gatherings or events. I want to be entertained so I download movies and shows. I want nice things so I buy them. I want to be relatively in shape so I try to get out. I want to make the most important kinds of connections with people, so, despite myself I manage to put myself out there and dive right into a world I could probably talk days of scorn about.

At the end of the day, it's all relatively easy for me. Why can't it be for others? Is it something as easily fixable as a pill and frequent talks? Is it just the right niche, the right project, or noble motivation? I tout self-centeredness because when you live for someone else you set them up to be a leech off of you. You make their feelings dependent on you. When two people can come together with a mutual understanding that they each want to be happy, are going to pursue that happiness, and no matter what the other person does it won't detract from it, you can't get a stronger bond. You're not anticipating a downfall. You're not expecting to be used. You're not feeling guilty when things don't go just right. I'm not really sure how this can be argued otherwise, so please take up a torch and fight for it if you see a glaring error in my reasoning.

When one person is sacrificing themselves for the other, they are only a detriment to themselves. As someone who wants to engage with Individual Selves, I can't get to the heart of the person who's trying to cater to me. I mean the one time in my life that I was so disposed to sacrifice myself, it was the worst, and best for the wrong reasons, time of my life. It certainly wasn't healthy, and I know that there was only a meager hint of who I truly am ever being displayed at one time. That's no way to live. Denying yourself is literally a slow death. What happens when you think it's taking too long? I want others to be happy because in order for my happiness to grow exponentially, I need to be able to exchange and engage with them. Sure, I can survive, be content and "happy enough" with how I do my thing, but, and this is scientifically backed, there is something life giving and affirming by connecting with the people in your life. I have a cold indifferent disposition to the ones that want to sacrifice themselves because, whether they like to admit or acknowledge it, they are trying to sacrifice me as well. And sorry, if I'm going down, it's going to be by my own hand and I'm going to know what I was doing it for.

I'm most confused about whether or not people really feel or see the things I'm bringing up. When I say "you worship and are part of a death cult" do they think I'm being dramatic or finding a grain of truth? Then I have to wonder what to do with the thought of them knowing what I'm saying, and choosing to do nothing about it. Not argue, not get help, not care. Then obviously, what does that mean for me given that I could be surrounded by so many of the same detrimental and infuriating mindset...

The Internet has practically forced me to follow everyone I've come in contact with, their entire lives since the beginning of Myspace. So many of the same comments, compliments, cliches...people even travel to the same places, take the same pictures, have the same looking friends. When do You start to pull away in the pictures and comments? You see, "I LOVE SUCH AND SUCH SOOOO MUCH" then you get to track their break-up and two months later that person is brimming with love all over again. I wonder if such people can even experience Love, or just the love of telling everyone about it. We're developing a world where it is easy for you to become obscure, learn too much, and be instantly bored and unamused because you've been to 4chan and survived. What I'm saying is that it takes work. You have to practice a bold and happy and individual mindset. Yes you are a product of your environment to some extent, but you still have the freedom to think and act on those thoughts, and that needs to motivate and make you happy. Facebook has basically tracked weight gain more than development of young thinking individuals.

I don't know if that idea sounds foreign, practicing happiness. Happiness should just happen when the right things just kinda fall into place, right? To me, it's the difference between loud noises and sweaty people, and a concert that changed your life. Do you listen to music just because it's there? Does it not evoke some sort of emotion and connection when you hear something put so brilliantly you carry it with you every time you hear it? That artist didn't just decide that it was time to make something soulful or happy and out pops a song. It took work and dedication to a craft. A conscious decision every day to focus on getting their feeling or message out. The months of work that happened before you connected with them for that three minutes. You have to take your life and do the same thing.

If you want special times with your friends, work at making them special. If you want to experience more, devise ways for you to take in parts of your everyday world you've taken for granted. One day it will start to come naturally and you'll just be happy. But this time, you won't wonder why or where it came from. You'll be able to remember being so down and lost. You'll be able to deal with new problems and bumps. Your feelings will be more in control than you may even like, but it's much better than the alternative. So please, for the sake of everything you are, and everything we could be to each other, keep working and never give up. The world is filled with too many typical lost causes, and they're really throwing off my flow.
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Personally, I think that happiness in its whole comes from a personal choice to be happy. That in any situation or terrible place in one's life, they can still be 100% truly happy if they choose to be. I also do not think that everyone always wants to be truly happy all the time. I enjoy a bit of a rollercoaster myself. Whereas one day I might be ... completely content with everything in my life, the next day everything falls apart and I let it just to watch myself build it back up again. I blame this routine on the estrogen, but maybe I'm crazy and maybe everyone else is crazy.

But I do know I like my life this way. I used to live it without the downs. And yes, I was happy. I was happy always. But I don't want to be happy always! I love to indulge in the extreme emotional range of a 17 year old female. For better or worse. I like to know that I can tough it out. :) It makes me feel (feel being the key word) stronger.
July 29, 2009 at 9:56am ·
Helen, you have convinced me you are crazy, why do you have to convince yourself that you are strong? Don't you just know?.... and nick thanks i really like this blog... it is perfect and i like the last paragraph the best... but i bet most would.
July 29, 2009 at 7:07pm ·
You're right about living for someone else although to some extent I probably do live for Justin but what you point out makes sense. And I remember feeling so down and lost. Right now, I feel happy and in control of my life. I know we haven't seen each other in a while or really talked lately, but would you agree?
July 30, 2009 at 11:17am ·
We definitely haven't had to have hour long talks about how you shouldn't pick up the phone, and I know that you two together is probably going to result in good times, so yes I'd agree Brandinator.
July 30, 2009 at 12:58pm ·
Yeah, he called back in May and kinda threw me off track but since then I haven't answered unknown numbers and I changed my voicemail so my voice and my name aren't on it, just the automated you've reached blah blah blah number. It was difficult to make it to where I am but I feel like I'm finally where I wanna be.
We need to talk more. I miss us talking even though it was usually me and you giving your input.
July 30, 2009 at 10:38pm ·
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

[186] Find Out What It Means To Me

Tuesday, July 28, 2009 at 4:27am

What is it you respect most in life? There's your parents, technology, people you despise (by how you don't react of course), or just the awesome power of the world and the infinite ways it can kill you. I would say these are all pale in comparison to the respect you should carry for yourself. It's important to realize that your ability to reason, your capacity to learn, and your sole responsibility to think and act on those thoughts, is a kind of freedom and power that only exists within you. I know I come across frequently as not respecting other people or others' views. Somehow, this sits pretty fine with me because I don't think the way I "disrespect" people has anything to do with ignorance or sheer will to offend. I find that no matter what I say, unless I make a move to be explicit, and denote it as such, I am being sarcastic, light, and ultimately struggling ever so desperately to be funny. I am aware, particularly for those that really don't understand me, that this doesn't always go over well, if not frequently unwell. Despite this, I still don't think I give off the kind of vibe I get from people who at least act like they are trying to play the same game I am.

I really feel like my level of respect for someone is more expressed in what I refrain from saying. This has it's own catch though because when I can get to a level of such mutual understanding and trust, I'm bound to say anything. But that aside, I don't really let things slip through that would otherwise smear my views about someone unless I really felt it appropriate for the situation. I don't think I'm extended the same "courtesy" if only because the ones I see it coming from don't realize they are revealing so much. Worse, they don't even adhere, or know they were suppose to adhere, to some code of conduct that could arguably be said to have been put in place by "they." Either way, say the opportunity to understand and behave accordingly in a situation is gleaned over because of personal inequities leaving you unaware, one can always look at a pattern of behavior, and finally, the overall picture or story of a life so far. It's of concern to me to see some patterns that aren't very agreeable either.

There are, again, many ways to respect things and people, and those ways will be wholly different with regard to each instance. Some girls love a slap on the ass and thank the guy for remembering, others would freak out on a two hour tirade. The point of that is to bring up the importance of clarity. When you respect yourself enough to have weighed all your thoughts and come to a decision about yourself, you can share it with whomever you choose to involve in your life. When you run from those thoughts or try to muddy the waters of who you in fact are, the latter kinds of reactions occur. To me, the perfect person is one who, despite the almost certain many faults, can convey who they are without you having to ask a single question. They don't explain, they exist, and because of this, the purest form of respect can manifest; you respect their being.

I find myself saying the most about the people I can't believe are human. They don't adopt any persona, whether it's one I agree with or am vehemently opposed to. I also don't think that it's any coincidence that if you believe you've adopted some personality I'm vehemently opposed to, it tends to reek of typical inequities that plague the mindless and non-committed. I joke on people I respect, and flat out insult the ones I don't. It's an either or for me. So when I feel like someone is trying to insult me, despite their joking mock-up, I can't help but feel like I loose respect for them. I mean, how can you "kind of" believe something either so ridiculous or so mean about someone yet claim you admire their being? Maybe there's a middle ground here I can't really understand so if you see it tell me. I suppose it would make it easier to believe more people only joke on the ones they like, thought I would find this generally hard to believe from the ones I'm most likely to hear it from.

So, I respect myself more than anything, what is it that would make me find even an ounce for someone else? Their work and their unconscious behaviors. It's really easy to act and lie towards people who aren't expecting it. For whatever reason, the ones who choose to act and lie the most never entertain the idea that anyone can see them doing it. "Lucky" for them, I try to see past that into what they do that isn't so directly annoying and unnecessary. If that direct annoyance brought with it a discernible utility, that could help to marginalize said annoyance as well. Though, I'm finding it unfortunate there aren't as many producers and doers as I'd theorized, and thus leaves the unconscious acts. I think this might be why I have so many friends.

The easiest is when I see enough conscious, unconscious, and little to no testaments of value in someone. I can then simply be indifferent. The problem is when you see enough weighty examples in someone you respect that resonate with all three areas. It's really hard to make a concrete judgment if you've never been over with them how they explicitly see that situation. Along with that, part of what I've built into me is to be comfortable and deal with results regardless of their outcome. I don't think the real failure lies in either party by not going to every length to be clear. I think it lies in not respecting even the remotest perception that would caution you from proceeding with a course of action. This is omitting a conclusion from your thought process for the sake of something you feel guilty or desperate about. It isn't respectful to the people you're involving in your decisions, and especially not to yourself.

Finally, there is no such thing as a genuine assumption about another person; leaving aside the biological realm. When you act on your deepest most compelling feelings, your not thinking and there's nothing genuine about you. You become a puppet that dances to the tune of whatever you can make yourself believe about another person or yourself. It's almost innocent when you admit to holding an assumption you've acted on with a face riddled with childlike shame. It's a whole different situation when you start to base decisions on an assumption without really understanding who and what your dealing with. If anything, this is how I would describe the opposite of respect.
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'Updated about an hour ago'

Son, your sleep schedule is gonna be SO fucked up by the beginning of the school year.
July 28, 2009 at 5:52am ·
What are you talking about? This is the same sleep schedule as during the school year
July 28, 2009 at 6:41am ·
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Sunday, July 26, 2009

[185] No Means No Mr. President

Sunday, July 26, 2009 at 8:06am

When you give up your mind, you deserve to die. I think there is a common theme between every extremist in every sense; they don't think. What's worse is they refuse to think. I am currently maintaining that I don't believe in free will, but do free thought. The only thing that can't be stopped is the torrent of information that you have a right to be running through your mind. Ignoring it, denying it, and being afraid of it puts you in a death cult. When I discover that you've joined this cult, I treat you differently, I don't respect you, and contingent upon your specific nature while enjoying this cult are my thoughts about what I wish I could do to you.

Common strategies for alleviating problems have been to turn the other cheek, try to negotiate, and kill him before he kills me. Each one, while containing both good and bad aspects in particular specific situations, all rely on a mode of thought. I wish to inform you that there is another path that many follow I'm deeming as the anti-strategy. Normally, the battle is you trying to send a message to the other person. Whether they bend to your will from your superficial but effective Christ-like niceties, your keen sense of negotiating, or your iron fist, they still subject themselves to your will via your direct intention. No matter the scenario, you need to be in control, make a decision, and be held accountable. But what happens when it becomes too much? What if you fail, or simply refuse? Enter anti-strategy.

The main rule of anti-strategy is to convince yourself. So much effort seemingly goes into trying to make someone believe like you. Why not just flip the table upside down, light it on fire, and start talking to yourself? They disagree? No they didn't. I was wrong? No I wasn't. What's my name? He must've meant my nom de plume. Simply pretend you can't hear, see, think, or google. If you're rational like me, and you come across someone who makes you physically ill by how well they've managed to practice and uphold methods of the anti-strategy, lend me your ear. It is my view that these people do the single most harm to humanity, and have since our evolutionary debut. They waste time, money, and effort. They rob you of life and reason. They stifle whatever it is that we can even remotely consider progress. And who am I to leave you want for examples?

I said any extremist position. Pick your group or stereotype, they all function the same way yet vary on their degrees of destruction. I out the slackers, politicos, and religious as the three most dangerous. I almost think they are too obvious to expound upon, but just in case there are few...idiots, destroyers, wretched wastes of life who literally bank on Facebook to secure our friendship....who think I'd somehow expect you to take my word on it, I'll explain. The religious are the biggest. Because they can range for yokel bigot, to educated hypocrite, it's a flat out cluster-fuck of what they will or won't agree on, and how much we have to put up with them arguing about it. For many of them, it's rational to care about the imaginary soul in a pre-conscious homo-sapien, and do nothing about trying to reduce our infant mortality rate, which is higher here than any comparable industrialized country. They believe cells are the same thing as contorted bloody aborted fetuses. Because of these uninformed, ridiculous, unimaginably stupid beliefs, people who are suffering go without treatments, babies grow up unwanted and may luck out at a shitty foster home, money and time are wasted repelling them, and people are guilt tripped and judged their entire lives. Money floods into pockets to get ads, and debates, and fliers, and megaphones, so we can entertain them like the brats they are. We elevate their nonsense in 30 second debates with real doctors and devoted biologists. Any stand we take loses because we were courteous enough to even show up.

So let's examine this deeper. These people appear to be hypocritical, no? At least entirely confused about their priorities or sources of rhetoric. I'm sorry to say, the truth is much more sinister. Those of us who rely on our world and rational judgment to better ourselves and the lives of those we respect are the true targets of the anti-strategy. By them convincing themselves of whatever they think they heard, said, or did, they absolve themselves of responsibility and quite directly start to suffocate themselves. They become a talking head, a robot, a sacrificial lamb for their favorite ludicrous ideology, and they see you still breathing. So they begin to leech. They make you talk and yell and write and huff and puff until you feel just as empty and lifeless as they do. All the while they claim moral high grounds, divine rationality, perfect love and truth for whatever happens to hit their line of sight that day. You only have to think, if they are willing to do that to themselves, what regard could they ever begin to have for you?

Politicos are in a close vein, but they don't want to claim fame in the name of any immortal god, they want to do it with their inexplicable, inarticulate, feigned effort and feelings. Be they fuckwad Bill O'Reily or the "activist" hipster who tattooed Obama's name on her tits and ass...she's just that special, neither care about what their party says, as long as that party keeps talking. As long as "it" remains this ineffable sense that vibes so close to your heart and can supplement their thought, all is well. Who knew it could be so easy to yell garbled snippets of a speech the day before? You don't even have to decide your favorite color! And on those very special days, you reach the pinnacle of your effort by stapling that sign and walking the streets. Hoor-fucking-ay! Meanwhile you ignore that the people who are voting on 300 page bills directly effecting your life are claiming the world is 6000 years old. They're being reminded that they were so ashamed of an oval office oral, to later be found out to be in a committed loving relationship with a whore who, uh oh, turns out isn't their wife. They are being bought and sold by oil, medicine, and failing banks, and you're screaming socialism or hanging Obama next to pictures of Jesus.

Ignorance is too nice a word for people like those above because it implies that they would learn or change when they heard something reasonable. In come the slackers. A huge number no doubt, but obviously not organized, non-committed, and not caring. These people I find actually tend to know what the hell they're talking about. They read, are talented, and usually fun to be around. Why are they so dangerous and why do they piss me off? They are the living proof that we can never survive if we really try. They take their knowledge or skill and hide behind any social facade. They don't slowly pick away their thoughts alone, they openly celebrate their usual physical demise. I know too much! I must snort and smoke it away. I see through everything! Time to stare at my screen or out my window at the life I'm not trying to get. Played out parties, dead end jobs, and back room tales depict the cool and informed person you really are. You hand your mind over on a silver platter for the ones above to eat and spit back in your face. You submit to no tangible threat, and thus create one.

My mind has shot to violence, indifference, pleading, disappearing...any sort of potentially rational course of action that removes me from that world. I've learned that there is nothing to fight against. There is no last level of a religious mindset, Fox telecast, or hacky sack game. There is the one fundamental dichotomy of our being. You have to live or die. When you let others think for you, you're dead. When you assume responsibility, make rational decisions, and see the black and white in a gray world, you're alive. I'm deeply saddened that nobody can make the decision for you to live for you; I've racked my brain for even a scrap of a way to do it. I'm even more troubled by the fact that someone should be made to feel they have to even try to make it for you. I don't pretend I'm impervious to the world around me, but I don't live in spite of you, I live for me. I understand your mind and despise it, not because it's simply dumb or depressed, but because it feels like it has a right over mine. For too long I believed there was something I could do for you when all you want is my destruction. You want me angry, you want me to write about you, you want to believe that I could be like you. You're sick and hopeless and I'm the one who will leave you to die.
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My biggest problem with all of this is the grouping of stupid people into groups.. I say, judge them on their individual faults, get to hate them on a more personal level. As you said, their level of stupid ranges widely even within these groups.. why bother lumping them together. For example, many politicos are also religious fanatics, who ... See Moremisguided logic not only threatens those around them who just aren't fortunate enough to know God, but our country as they make decisions for the rest of us.
July 26, 2009 at 10:20am ·
It's easier to talk about how the groups function by grouping. I could go on a personal tangent against individuals, but there's enough people all doing the same thing, I want to make sure that's what is highlighted. The overall biggest fault of being apart of the death cult and adopting the antistrategy, and how it affects us everywhere. I thought... See More the way I described the religious and the politicos seemed to overlap enough, but differ more on where exactly touting one more than the other places you on that scale. I'd say also, it's not really about grouping "stupid" people, but showing that there's really something evil and life threatening about how and why they act.
July 26, 2009 at 2:58pm ·
Yea, just saying. Had to point out something i disagreed with
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

[184] Anxiety And/Or Fear

Anxiety and/or Fear 7/14/09

What is the true nature of the human condition and what does it mean for the world? I've been trying to work out what's been on my mind for the last couple of months, and nothing has really hit home until I saw a "make money now" character give his little spiel to the elementary kids. This prompted me to think about trust and how I barely trust anything while so many are willing to trust almost anything. Spokesmen like that exist because of pure and simple gullibility and desperate hope without thought. 25 million copies of how to get out of debt books were really sold? You honestly have "old and unwanted gold" to be exchanged for pittance of what it's worth? My real problem is just trying to digest that there are that many people who are capable of entertaining such ridiculous ideas. How many bad decisions did it take you to get into that much debt before it dawned on you a commercial at 4 in the morning is your last hope?

So, realizing that a character from a cartoon was making me anxious, I turn to Bill O'Reily. People like Bill are the reason I get anxious and maybe even afraid, although it's not fear in the classical sense, it's of something ominous or shadowed by his "personality" and rhetoric. Again, I find myself thinking that places like Fox news exist, and that scares me. It would be too easy to go on some diatribe compiling all the stupid, racist, and ignorant things from the various talking heads at the station, so I hope to not confuse my purpose by bringing them up. I just want to know if anyone else feels this. Just knowing that people like that exist. So brazen, confident, pious, and ignorant; always smiling the brightest. Being able to feel comfortable saying that a festival called God and the Nation (or whatever it was called) with a presidential plane fly over was not an issue about separation of church and state because the words "church and god are not the same thing."

I've heard that it is condescending to think you have some sort of special knowledge and to believe that no amount of discussion or reasoned argument will ever change a believers mind. I honestly at this point can't understand why I was almost sold on this idea. It doesn't just have to be bad ideas and hypocrisy about your deity, it can be about absolutely anything. It probably isn't just a coincidence that the majority of the same views are held by the same kinds of people I have little to no respect for, and that's what fascinates me more. I get that at times we can all be hypocritical or contradictory. With that said, I generally see that happening when it comes to either confusion about your own position or getting lost in word play depending on who your talking to. There's a scale of "reasonable," or perhaps better said, expected, hypocrisy and contradictions to me. When it comes to things that can be objectively verified and described, and you decide "simply hold a different opinion" to me, you've committed suicide.

How can one sacrifice their own mind? Guilt is my immediate answer. I guess I wonder more about how you can live like that? What's it like to constantly selectively hear, deny, and stress about things that you know deep down make sense and have always made sense. Whoever has the power to lay down such a guilt trip makes you march to their drum. ::coughs:: religion ::coughs::. On that list of scary things, when I watch stadiums filled with bright eyed believers packed in to hear the same damn message over and over again. You'd think this all encompassing eternal love wouldn't need such vehement testaments to and reminders of its existence if it was really there.

So you have these sacrificed guilty sacks listening to voices in their head about how they should behave. This doesn't bother you? If that voice isn't their reason or isn't honest, it may as well be random. You have people who are compelled, truly compelled by Sarah Palin, Glen Beck, VenomfangX...why? They have given up on reason. The refuse to think. So what does this mean for the rest of us? Do I just get to complain in blogs until my fingers tire? The reasonable, objective, and learned among us go toe to toe with them. We waste our time refuting their "arguments." We rock to the sway of the collective moronic decisions they make and try to cut a path that feels like its honest and worthy. It kills me to think that those who are smart are destined to not trust, stress out, and waste their time on people who could never appreciate them, while the rest go on celebrating their ignorance. We shouldn't feel comfortable watching 7-30 second sound bites about what's going through the House and Senate. There shouldn't be a months worth of tributes, news casts, and articles on a dead pop singer.

It's weird because I can hold seemingly too very contradictory feelings when I think about this. On one end, I feel like I should give up or am somehow fated to deal with the unending stress of fighting through a greedy, ignorant, and frankly pointless world. Despite this, I still know enough about myself that I will still go to the ends of the Earth if I truly see a way for me to succeed and help those I know are worthy enough to succeed as well. I have to believe that the people who can empathize with this are looking for their opportunities as well, and I'd like to make it easier. Or there's the complete opposite disaster scenario, nobody cares. I really have no recourse but to write and keep trying.


"I wanna feel weightless, and that should be enough."  

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

[143] My Version

Since its everyone's business and I don't give a fuck anymore, I'll make my case.

I'm not a relationship person, I don't lie to people about what I do and don't feel about them. I told Steev this from the beginning. I try, I really do try to find reasons to care about people and you'd think being able to talk to someone, work out world (or at least campus domination), and awesome, say fun times would be enough. NO. It's never enough. Let's make it dramatic and say your falling in love. Let's tell me "British style relationship" and then get angry at me for following the rules. The truth is, I incessantly had to essentially force the conversations to get ounces of truth or understanding between us. I'll take the blame for being the idiot who's maniacally complicated, but I try to talk things out or give perspective whenever I can. I'll accept all responsibility for whatever mess or confusion this shit has caused because I saw it coming and didn't stop. When she tried to break it off I was opposed because I thought it was a simple matter of better definitions and more talking. I was wrong. Take whatever story you want from her that makes me look like the intentional asshole because it won't be worth bringing up again after this.

Yes, I care/d about her for who she is and how we relate/d. I was never out to hurt her which is what I had to tell her everyday because again, I didn't want to acknowledge what I saw behind her "it's fine" and "it's cools." It was my mistake.

Also, its frankly bullshit the way some of the guys, including myself I recently learned, treat her normally. Unzipping costumes, ass grabs, and punches to the arms and chest that leave bruises are fucking pathetic. And I know she doesn't want me to say anything, but I'll go on sounding stupid trying to make up for my silence then anyway.

How easy it would've been for me to lie. "Yes dear, I love you to," "of course I'll do all I can to make this an awesome relationship," "No, I don't find other girls attractive."

And to be clear, this isn't me ranting about her or blaming her for shit. I'm doing the only fucking thing I've tried to do this entire time and be honest and put my perspective out there. I know where I fucked up, and I still am frankly confused about many things. I understand that serious questions can get lost in the jokes. I don't ever know what people mean by "normal relationship" or "most people" and it can be just as hard for me to read the "joke" in the answer to one of my serious questions as it is for someone to understand me. In any event, I'm learning from the past and refusing to dwell or blow things up. Take this for what you will, but I'm done.  

Saturday, June 27, 2009

[182] Untitled

Saturday, June 27, 2009 at 5:41am

Power struggles, wasted time
Wasted potential, stupid people
Pointless shows and fatty foods
Annoying songs and random moods

No real escape, nothing meant to change
Check out my status, nay my twitter too
Fake consolation, creepy stares
Excuses to screw, unfair fares

Autotune, shoddy products
Wannabees and never wills
Here's a quiz here's a tip
Passing off the same old shit

Free to enjoy your destiny
Waking up to boredom and agony
I'm justified, your justified
Who would dare or care to say otherwise

Reconciling differences
Fourth, fifth, and sixth chances
I don't care I don't care I don't care
Being ashamed of nothing to bare

Who to trust and when to move
Random acts of violence
Refresh to the state of the world
One more round for the dizzy girl

Always wishing harder
Shades of self control
Unable to meet expectations
Judge pious presiding arbitration

Take a joke, take a punch
Slow it down and playback
Timeless question goes unanswered
Why

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 Steev Young at 2:26pm June 27
um...... I like it. very good actually.


Sunday, June 21, 2009

[181] Super Happy Fun Adventure!!

Sunday, June 21, 2009 at 5:47pm

Yesterday we moved my brother into Teter. To preface, I say "my brother" and "my mom" because I've yet to invent terms that would serve a more descriptive and honest purpose. My brother allegedly wants to become a doctor. This is a child who's managed to kill a tortoise from neglect, leave his comforter on a space heater....for months, and take a hammer to his laptop. He's part of the groups program. Given that I like to play games with myself, I volunteer to pretend to be a parent and hang out with my dad, mom, and her husband as IU gives their "we really give a damn about your kids" presentations and programs. I twittered that I'd have to blog about this experience, so here it is.

The morning start out normal enough. I've stayed up all night so by the time we got there my eyes were killing me and I was in the mood to just kinda say anything . My mom shows up to Teter and I guess was taken aback that I had long hair and hadn't shaved. Right from bad movie she sits next to me. A few random questions and platitudes out of the way she says "I missed you" to which I replay "ok" read (you somehow think I give a fuck?). They usher us into the next room and I'm standing against a wall talking to my dad. My mom walks up and tells my dad to get Josh's (my brother) registration so he can get a parking pass, for groups, seven weeks, when he will have no time and no reason to go anywhere. So my dad takes off. Looking like an embarrassed and confused child my mom finally turns to me and proceeds to tell me how closely I need to watch my school money because before I know it it will be gone.

Let's take an aside for you to understand the full bunt of how...ridiculous?....retarded?...."highly connotative word for 'what the fuck' ".... this statement really is. When I started school there was 70K for all four years. It would have covered everything with change to spare when I graduated. Being the brilliant accountant my mom is, she put the money into an account that could fluctuate. Yes, I have school payed off, and the choice is somehow made to turn the college fund into an investment opportunity. Well, freshman year I live in the dorms in a learning community which isn't exactly cheap. She not only gives me shit when I signed on to this shit apartment that saved a few grand, but also when I tried to buy food off campus. I found out a number of months ago that the account had been losing money along with everything else tied too close to our economy. Instead of telling anybody when it first started happening, it just kept going down. 10-15 thousand later she decides to ask....fucking ASK my dad if she should move the money into a more stable account. His response was that of any rational person....duh you stupid, stupid bitch. She decided to email me with my dad's advice on the subject so that I could confirm or deny that she should move the money. This probably done to include me in her game where I feel like I have any control over how the money gets spent.

Back to yesterday. I make a point of stating that I haven't spent 70K nor half of 70K since I've been here, and that if there is anything less in the account, it isn't my fault. No sense of "oh, I see what you did there, or "you got me" just a blank stare.

So the day goes on. We have to cart my brothers shit up to the fourth floor of Teter. He's got himself, my dad, mom, her husband, and some of his roommate's family helping. He also manages to pack all of his shit like this, by not packing. Clothes sitting in piles in the back of his car, all well within the range of a single garbage bag are stacked up along with other random shit. We get done and one of the first comment on my mom's fat disgusting face is "Whoa that was a lot and pretty hard work." Let's compare. I have ten times as much shit as my brother. My dad and I unloaded by ourselves in a few hours, three different times. The bag of clothes she carried up the stairs I'm sure made for quite the arduous trek.

Not to long after this my mom makes sure to say "hey, why don't you go down and get your parking registered before you forget." And now it's time for more context. Just two hours earlier she described my brother as "viewing money as no object." Also, as many of you know, Teter is at most a 15 minute walk to my place where it would make the most sense for the car to reside. Not only is mine fucked up, but I'm the one who needs to go to meetings, go food shopping, etc. not him. My dad apparently telling him that I would need it doesn't matter when he can throw a minor tantrum and get his 40 dollar seven week pass anyway. And how about this, in light of her money as no object comment, she bought him another computer and 32" tv, one or both of which she presented as gifts from her, bought with his SCHOOL money. The same money I'm squandering and need to keep tabs on...with no access to the account.

So at the end of day I've managed to get passively scolded and remanded to keep track of money that's been skull fucked while under her control. I'm looked at with pissed off condemnation, and basically ignored for wanting to use a car for credible purposes with it still always available to my brother in a parking lot that doesn't cost money. That's part of the thank you for unloading his shit I assume.

Today: I get a phone call from my dad asking me a favor. My mom had called my dad this morning to ask if he had heard from Josh because when she tried to call him all she got was his voice mail, and therefore, it's reason to freak the fuck out. My dad had I guess talked to Josh later that day and per my mom's incessant badgering managed to make Puss, oohh I like that, Josh is renamed Puss. So, she manages to make Puss homesick with classic questions like "are you sure you can handle this, groups is pretty intense" and "won't you miss your friends?" So what was the favor my dad asks? Can I try to call him or talk with him and assure him that it's okay, he'll make friends, and that he can survive a few weeks here in Bloomington. Apparently his roommate who he's been friends with all through high school has managed to find other people to hang with so his only contact has "somehow" found other, and dare I say cooler, friends.

A final moment of Zen wrap-up if you will: After "reading the directions over and over again" deciding it "just doesn't work" my brother tells my mom he's going to throw away his new Ipod alarm clock and "worst case scenario he'll just have to buy another one."

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 Billy Bowman at 5:59pm June 21
/facepalm

 David Jaffe at 6:33pm June 21
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 Andrei Vajiac at 6:56pm June 21
i am in shock after reading about the displays of douchebaggery and utter retardation you wrote about above.
well... to be honest, what do you expect from your mother? certainly nothing rational or logical...

 Jared Pease at 7:51am June 24
Let me get this straight-your mom had 70k saved, just for your college, and all you can show for gratitude is a bunch of behind the back insults?

I can't say I'm surprised if you aren't her favorite.

 Nick P. at 1:05pm June 24
I'd think you'd give me more credit. No, in fact, my dad got a settlement that luckily accounts for the money in that account. My mom had nothing to do with it. On top of that, she never misses an opportunity to try and claim that she had to fight my dad in court for it to be in the account and somehow her "struggle" is the only reason it's in there. So, she slanders my dad who almost died for the money, she squanders it out of stupidity, and you get to accuse me of being ungrateful.

 Brian J Morrow at 7:02pm June 24
smh...
Honestly, does Puss stand a chance!?

Please tell me he atleast knows where [and how to get back from] the Union... I see you writing another note about this kid calling you mid-lecture on the first day of classing asking `How the fuck do I get back to campus?´ or some odd, far off equivilent.
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PS. These ARE serious question, folks! If you meet this kid...

 Michele Elizabeth Zerbe at 9:45pm June 24
Corbin's mother bought him that iPod alarm clock and I put the thing together without even looking at the directions. Also, I have a Twitter, never typed a single "tweet," subsequently forgot my username/password, and the website wouldn't send me both, so I gave up, and I've still managed to get two followers, who I can't find out who they are because I can't log on. :/ Just thought I'd comment about the least significant parts of this note. ;)

 Brandy Dieterle at 4:30pm June 25
I've never met your mom but I think it would've be funny to be there when she saw you, the expression on her face. More than funny, hilarious actually. Then she goes on to tell you she missed you?