busy bee

i moved up on the eating chain @ work which makes me completely tooooooo
busy to write on here. i apologize to any that read my blog looking for
insight on how i think the world evolves, but really doesn't......

i recommend viewing old posts as i was probably more creative then...

Fake talk

How do people do it??? There are people at work that are in the position
of dealing with clients and other upper level officers that just know how
to put on that commercial smile and say the "right" words. But how? How
can you come into work (unless you enjoy/love your job, then icksnay this
complaint) and always seem to be peppy?

See - I don't characterize myself as the 'average joe' because I'm a little
insane in the head. I'm not mental, rather an "outside of the box" thinker
that says quirky shiet on a speed scale of 3.2 seconds during responses.
However, I will say that upon my observation of the human mind, I have
accumulated the mood and situation at hand to accommodate to the masses.
Thereby I've been able to massage my werds into an appropriate manner where
it can still be funny, yet suitable for who's in the room. HOWEVER - I
can't do the peppy, work jive. I've been trying to work on it with the
cliche work conversations. These topics include: weather, sports (mainly
local teams and works better for older males), current events/news, and any
funny anecdotes that can be incorporated into the work. BLA BLA BLA!!
Yuck - not a fan of the cliche work conversations as it doesn't make the
world turn nor does it make movements into my psyche. Yet it does improve
relations in the work force and it does show that I'm not always sleeping
on the job (....haha - fooled them again!).

Back to the main question at hand - how do people plaster on that smile
everytime someone comes to greet them at work? Like EVERY TIME! Even when
they're getting work! Now unless someone who usually gives me work flips
the script and says, "Hey - no filing today, but here's a jillion dollars I
feel like giving you" than I'll just keep to my usual - "Hey, how's it
going?" Otherwise, I'm working on this aspect of my job.....

Holy geez - you would've thought I had this down by now. I graduated from
college over 6 years ago now.....

4th of July

AH - it's picnic time again and time to rejoice in this Hacksaw Jim Duggan
patriotic event. Let's see - the 4th of July is our time to celebrate the
Independence of our country. But really - are we that independent?? Have
we really escaped the shackles of a legal system that places taxation on
our well being??

Back then, we signed the Declaration of Independence to stand tall against
the power that is Great Britain. They were all over us - putting taxes on
everything we do and everything we buy. Now - how about our gas or how
about our public transportation or how about our electricity? It isn't
called tax within these terms & conditions that are in fine print at the
bottom of websites or bills when we sign up for it. Rather, it's part of
the whole kit & caboodle as service or fees or surcharge.
Am I just an angry American looking for the next free thing or trying to
get the big discount instead of paying my just fair dues accordingly?? I
don't think so! I'm just a person that doesn't want to pay $40 dollars for
a full tank of gas for a small Maxima.

And don't get me started on a war that's taken up billions and billions of
dollars. Errrr!

It's sad that our world runs on money, yet its so necessary to survive. SO
- come your Independence Day celebration - less not forget what we're
really free of - the Backstreet Boys.

The end.

jokes, and jokes, and jokes

OKAY - so i get the whole "i'm just talking to myself" at work thing. BUT
"COME ON" (the infamous werds of this blog) don't overuse it to sound like
you're this super busy person! it also sounds irritable - like you're
speaking under your breath about something instead of complaining outloud
like a person with confidence. i like the people that tell jokes to
themselves instead and laugh or smirk out of nowhere. that's more fun.
rather hear more of that in the stuffy cublicles than people speaking under
their breaths....

next observation: alright, so I'm a guy and we do have "guy talk" in which
we let loose with our werds and say excessive language that is not
acceptable to the female party. BUT i have been in the mix of different
ladies that there are some that use language equally if not worse than us
lads do. its pretty simple to talk with a filthy mouth saying if a "chick"
is hot and what you would do to her. (eww...i know, i know....) however -
what the heck is "girl talk"?? i can't imagine it being the same. girls
talking about guys and what they would do to them. that doesn't sound
right. in my mind, girl talk varies from smack talk about another girl
(because from my own observations, ladies are quite chatty and many of you
have admitted guilt to this) to overloading with the mushy talk of love.
the stuff in the middle are areas that metrosexual boys and super
sensitive, artsy nerds can still relate to.

i think i'm gonna start telling one joke a day to make people smile a
little bit more at work. how's that for affirmation?!?!

what's my grade?

I read this article today and thought it was funny. Thought I'd share as
it shows what lengths kids go to these days to not take a grade over again.
Remarks to follow:

BERLIN (Reuters) - A 16-year-old Berlin student was so worried he would
have to repeat a year at school because of poor marks he convinced two
friends to storm his class and steal the report cards with his bad grades.

"The student probably honestly believed that he could avoid repeating the
school year if he made the report cards disappear," said a spokesman for
local police Monday.

The youth sat quietly at the back of the classroom as the two masked
robbers, aged 14 and 15, burst in and threatened his teacher with a steel
bar if she did not hand over the reports.

After grabbing them, the two tried to flee but dropped the reports as other
students leapt to defend the teacher. The two were arrested close to the
school, and told police their friend had devised the raid because he was
afraid of flunking a year.

Police would not reveal what incentives the youth had offered the pair to
carry out the robbery, adding the youths faced legal consequences once
investigations were over.

REMARKS: can you imagine how this plan was conceived?

flunking kid: "No really - this isn't a joke. So you should come in and
steal the report cards."

friend #1: "have you gone mad? how much did you say you'll pay us for
this??"

friend #2: "and you'll still give us access to watch your extremely hot
sister take showers??"

this has to have happened, but seriously - how dumb can you be to think
that this could work with a "steel bar"??? a steel bar?? in a classroom
with probably 30 students. 30 STUDENTS! you gotta watch your set-ups with
this ploy, my friends.

Is it wasting time or moving forward?

So you complete college, get your entry level position, stick with it for
about 5 years (this includes the annual raises, promotions, and weekly
"monday blues"), gain some recognition within the company, and then
suddenly feel like you don't want to do it anymore. Not that it's a sudden
thing, but more possibly like a "I wasn't 100% sure" thing. This
especially happens when you submit to accepting any job straight outta
college to gain experience, but experience kept you in somewhat of a
comfort zone for too long. Things mask your initial goal to get the dream
job that you want (a.k.a. Huge Hefner's pesonal assistant, steven
spielburg's set aid/screenplay advisor, or Carmen Electra's lotion
latherer, etc., etc.) such as good benefits, a good retirement plan, and a
slew of paid vacation days. HOWEVER - you weren't 100% sure you wanted to
get into the thick of this job because a.) you had other personal goals in
mind 2.) you'd rather make more bank doing what you like in life and z.)
monotony kills. SO when you think you're gaining experience and moving
forward, you might actually be wasting time. Like digging a hole deeper as
you commit to what you really didn't intend on sticking with for so long.
The saying "...to get my feet wet" has turned into "I've drowned and am now
swimming with the fishes."

We all have aspirations and dreams for when we get outta college and it's
sad that I haven't met too many people that can actually say they love what
they do (...I've met a few, but to my own discretion have made me feel like
this is all they do with their lives, which scares me for not having a
different form of outlet ....this is a whole different story/thought all
together). And yes - I am quite aware that there isn't a perfect job or
circumstances (money, family, etc.) weigh in on why people do what they
need to do. Maybe I'm just an optomist or a 'good times avenger' but I
sometimes feel like it's a waste of time if your heart isn't entirely set
in what you do as a profession.

However - this has it's advantages as you can be more fearless to do more
"out of the box" projects. Yet again - another story all together.

Therefore - are you just wasting time or are you really moving forward??

My downfall will be.....

....not swallowing corporate/business office humor and having people assume
that I don't have a sense of humor. (Even though I'm proactive with the
jokes and even graduated from the funny school of Second City -
http://www.secondcity.com ).

....not realizing the goodness that's right in front of my face and trying
to look beyond it for something better, when in fact the best was right
under my nose.

....not taking more risks.

....being overwhelmingly funny and laughing at life situations where drama
is what's needed to be played out and focused on instead.

....money, women, and being a "guy."

....age catching up.

....daydreaming instead of doing.

....getting TOO comfortable and just "dealing with it" instead of saying
what I really feel.

....utilizing "complete the sentence" formats too much instead of writing
out more full, vivacious story/essay structured work to exercise my writing
ability.

exercising makes a difference

it really does make a difference when you get some exercising in your
routine. last night i went to the gym but haven't been there for about 2
weeks. surprisingly, i busted out 4 1/2 miles on the track. it felt
pretty good and i had a good stride going. i haven't run that long since
the Shamrock Shuffle (LaSalle Bank's infamous 8k run). there is definitely
this adrenaline kick rushing through your body after you get worked up like
that. i was eating my dinner standing up cause i was still moving around
afterwards - couldn't stop moving. then sleep - oh man - sleeping was
fan-tab-ulous! I was out cold and woke up refreshed. and today - i'm
still hoping around more so than I was in the beginning of the week
(besides my 5 cups of joe and 2 apples - j/k.....about the apples).

ANYHOO - my eye exercise has been "The Alchemist" by Paulo Cuelho. My
friend recommended it to me, but as I'm reading it I see how spiritual it
is. Not that I have anything against that genre of writing - also being
that I had to buy it from the metaphysical section of Borders. However, I
do seem to question the motives of the people that recommend these books to
others on the fact that they like it so much. Was it in general the fact
that this character overcame such a burden and used his wits and shear
repertoir of goodness to overcome it? OR was it a coincidence that you
(the reader) were going through life troubles and found this book to be
relatable in a metaphoric sense, making it the answer to your problems?
motivational if you will.....

Sometimes I have trouble listening to people's perceptions of books or
movies because I take into consideration what kind of person they are. I
know - its sorta elitist - but doesn't it make sense? you could be in the
worse situation w/work and then you go watch this movie about how a dude
overcomes his problems with his boss while getting the girl in the end
(alla Secret of my Success) AND thus makes it an awesome movie. But you
tell your friend Joe about it and he works in the construction biz and is
like, "What's so good about it?" He couldn't relate, but you gave that
recommendation to him w/out thinking....

Get my gist??

However, I digress because I'm not that sorta guy to be like "I'm not gonna
listen to your opinion cause I'm SO much better than you." Then again - I
am writing this blog post, now aren't I???
hhhhhhmmmmmmm.........

scent of a man

You know why there was never a movie called "Scent of a Man" in retort to
'Scent of a Woman'? Because the character of Al Pacino's would definitely
be yelling out a "WOO HA!" everytime a man with B.O. passed by.

I'm sorry, but come on guys - let's be real - when we get rancid, we can
surely GET RANCID! It's true - I'm guilty of it, my dad's guilty of it, my
fraternity brothers are definitely guilty of it, even baby cousins are
guilty of it. Let's analyze this, shall we:

Ever since we were little tykes playing with our monster Tonka trucks and
kung fu gripping G.I. Joe (or G.I. John for the cheaper kids), we'd
straight up poop in our pants. How convenient it was! But right then and
there, we stunk up that room boy! And thus it began - the scent of a man.

Then around puberty time, before we found out about body deodorant, we'd
play kickball during gym period. 20 minutes later in Science class, a cute
girl sitting next to you on those 2 person tabled filled classrooms, would
turn her subtle grin into a distasteful cringe. Not a pleasant moment and
you would know that it was your armpits drawing up those green squiggly
lines around your body.

SO then we get to your adult years when you figure you have the B.O. thing
down to a tee and you're pretty much in control with your cleanliness. You
shower, shave, pamper yourself with lotions, deodorants, and sometimes
cologne ("cause anything else would be uncivilized"). However, sometimes
there are those days when you eat at a restaurant that cook right in front
of you and cheese is a prime ingredient. The food scent sticks to you like
glue. There's your source of B.O.

OR sometimes you don't feel too well cause you went out drinkin with the
boys at the local tavern where everybody knows your name and yes, we've all
suffered from the next day "beer farts." Sorry to be crass, but it's an
epidemic that can't be excused. There's your source of B.O.

OR sometimes you get that athletic itch and go play basketball with the
guys at the park first thing in the morning w/out showering or putting on
some deodorant. After a couple of games, heat coming into play, and pores
opening up - you're in your puberty period all over again. Armpits drawing
squiggly lines. There's your source of B.O.

Thus my friends, as men, let's be careful of when we make an under the
breath remark like, "Oh gawd - it reeks in here" because you could be just
as much of a hypocrite when you start stinking up the corporate bathroom
after gallons of Guiness from last night.

The end.

hey, sun-times guy!

last week, i miraculously made the front of the chicago sun-times on
friday. the article was about a possible hike in train fair and yup, there
i was getting on the train. nothing big. no one interviewed me nor was i
protesting or anything. i was simply getting on the train like i do every
weekday after work. the reason i bring this up is how i became some sort
of celebrity at work that whole morning. everyone was like "awesome! look
at you!" "can i get your autograph?" "is that robert redford next to
you?" (yeah - bob redford was on the front page too about some earth stuff
in chicago.) and then everyone was telling me to get a bunch of copies and
telling me congrats on making a nationally known paper.

and now i shall input my blog's infamous line - "GIMMIE A BREAK!"

first off - i didn't DO anything. i was just taking the train and some
dude took a pic of me that just happen to make the front page. in
retrospect, if you interpreted the article with me as a rider, i should be
portrayed as someone that's upset about paying more money to ride a train
that smells like urine on summer days or delays for 10 minutes before the
last stop cause of train congestion. and stop giving me praise about
nothing. big deal - someone at the newspaper said, "this kid looks like he
gives a damn about riding the chicago transit. let's put him on the
cover!"

and now i other infamous line - "DON'T GET ME WRONG" but i don't mind being
on the cover. it is a pretty cool thing and i'm not putting it down for
what it's worth.

my static has to deal that it's not worth as much as everyone makes it out
to be. i'd rather have been on the cover for my documentary or my awesome
writing, but instead on on the cover cause i'm a train rider. i'd probably
like it more so if i were quoted on how the hike bites the big one.

now i know what 15 minutes of fame feels like - literally. this is NOT the
climax of my celebrity status but i guess all that hype made it feel like
something like that would never come again. i beg to differ as i will push
to get my face on that cover again for something that i've done for mother
earth, whether it be film, writing, or being more outspoken. ask me about
this again in 10 years...

a current affair!

time is ticking and it feels like it's going really, REALLY slow! don't
you hate the friday before a long weekend? you're stuck at work or school
and when it gets closer and closer to the end of the day, it feels like
time goes slower. yeah, yeah - i know - don't look at the clock or keep
busy cause then you won't notice time fly. but i always feel like i need
to know what time it is because it makes me know what's going on at what
part of the day. in other words - if my boss comes to me and asks me when
i sent that letter or important document out, i can say around 2 o'clock.
it's more acceptable then saying - 'i dunno - like earlier in the day.'

it goes the same with people that read up on the newspaper or keep up with
current affairs. it makes them sound smart when they talk about it. it's
true. i did a personal experiment. i'm a pretty savvy kid and have the
brains to keep up a conversation. SO - one week, i decided to watch the
news every night and talk about it at work or with friends by the end of
the week. the following week, i didn't watch shiet and people would ask me
about things and i could only say, "really? i didn't catch that." or "i
heard about that" but not really. and the rest of my conversations sounded
more like human behavioral complaints or random, funny incidents that
happened through the week. didn't sound as smart as the news, but none the
less - something to carry the conversation.

so today's lesson is to always know the time and news so you sound smart.

what time is it now?

leave me be

i think there's some kind of invisible "f*ck you" sign on me that i can't
see. for some reason, people @ work have been kind of stand-off'ish.
like, "don't talk to me" or "i'm not saying hello to you, b*tch" or "you're
a waste of my time" (haha - circa previous post). but really - i've been
really cheery and nice today cause it's beautiful outside and i'd rather
like to become more upbeat at work. i've somehow pigeonholed myself in the
past to be this d*ck at work that is seen as a 'debbie downer' cause work
sucks. WELL - lately i've wanted to change that cause 1. it takes more
energy to be a downer than it does to be upbeat and if you're always a
downer, no one would want to be around you. i'm a social butterfly outside
of work - why hide that? 2. less stress. when you're always grumpy or
down in the dumps, you're always feeling blue and that there's a cloud over
you. i hate that feeling. i felt like that everyday of my life when i was
in middle school. i should be happier now a days - girlfriend, i'm
thinner, i'm making a movie, and my dayjob isn't crazy difficult.

SO - i'm trying to be more upbeat at work and trying to make my "happiness"
contagious. however - today doesn't seem to be so swell. no one wants to
smile back at me or are irritable or just don't feel like talking. HOWEVER
- what's throwing me off more so is that they're more upbeat to other
people. so this is why i'm wondering if maybe i have this personal f*ck
you sign that i don't know about.

just one of the things i miss about jersey. it was just easier to talk to
people for me there. don't know why - just was.....

wasting time

you know what's a harsh phrase to hear? "waste of time"

Like "That class was a waste of time" or "Talking to him/her was a waste of
time" or "STOP WASTING MY TIME!"

I'm almost positive I've used that phrase in my life, but these days when I
hear it and after knowing what people would rather use "that time" on
instead. NO - it's not a waste of time. Your mind makes it a waste of
time cause you're not taking it in for what it's worth. Am I losing you a
bit? Okay - lemme backtrack a bit...

SO - me personally, I've been contraint w/time - always editing, running,
keeping up with social expectations (weddings, birthdays, etc.), upkeeping
the dayjob, taking care of my lady, and attempting to excel more than
expected in all areas. All these things take time and yet I still try to
schedule new things or put new things on my plate. And yes - I will admit
that I have encountered moments where it was a "waste of my time" because
it was something that I've already done or something I already knew or it
didn't move me forward in the direction I wanted to go. HOWEVER, in a
world where "everything's in the mind," if you take that step outta the box
and look at it from a far from normal point of view (or P.O.V. for you
acronym freaks), then you have to at least muster up a small string of new
knowledge from that experience. Whether it be picking up on a different
human behavior or upkeeping a new relationship (a.k.a. networking) or even
hearing a different voice with a different opinion - it's all relative to
something new. Now unless you're suffereing from a severe case of
consistant deja vu or memory relapse, experiences in life should be like
snow flakes or fingerprints. Everything always depends on how you take it,
but to utter the phrase "waste of time" - well, did you really try to take
that moment for what it was worth??

Okay - let me stop wasting your time....

myspace & movie

i had this random dream a couple of night ago, but the only thing that came
out of it for me was this line that i could definitely use in a screenplay.
this infamous line is:

"OH YEAH! WELL, YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS CAUSE I'M GONNA BE ON AMERICAN
GLADIATORS AND YOU'RE NOT!"

Isn't that awesome?? continuing on....

i feel like it's new work when you need to set time aside to update your
myspace layout. isn't that sad?? i mean, don't get me wrong, i am guilty
of setting things up on myspace late at night and making it pretty for my
friends to check out. i also try to get the right youtube video to post
up, as well as the right song to play on my profile. the reason why i've
become addicted all over again is because i stopped using it for like 2 or
3 months, then i started using it up again. See - i take these long spurts
between usage which is why i'm probably still active on that. myspace is
also a really good networking tool - no joke. i've used it to actually
meet people to interview for my documentary. isn't that wierd??

i'll be posting up a new documentary teaser on this blog later today.
please check it out and please check out the website. i'm almost done
w/this movie and it's been so frickin grueling w/the editing that i'm
starting not to care about detailed things. ugh - but gotta keep pushing
man! that's what puts people on top over others!!

bills, bills, bills

sometimes i wish there were such thing as a 3 or 4 dollar bill. there are
just those moments where you only have a 5, 10, or 20 and really need that
dollar bill to just buy a cup of coffee or pay toll. wonder why that $2
bill didn't fly? probably the same reason the susan b. anthony $1 coin
didn't fly. Whatever this reason may be - my theory has to do with the
skulls - that underground hardcore fraternity that supposedly runs our
country. i mean - their symbols are all over the $1 bill, right? that's
why the susan b. didn't fly! the $2 bill though, they probably didn't like
the picture on the back. ppffff - who wants to see a bunch of old dudes
signing a contract about our rights as citizens?!?! bla - whatever -
anarchy rules!

continuing on:

this goes out to "Black Bear" - you know who you are! you keep stalking me
on this blog. the question here is - why aren't you emailing me?? I
believe I was the last to send an email out, but you know how those Bears
get around this season. Fillin their lungs up with brain cell killing
smoke to get that rejuvinated feeling that Dave Matthews IS THAT AWESOME!
i suggest you do google searches on the following, Black Bear: Peggy Lee
Kirby, the children of William Morris, Officer Dacres, and the lost
recordings of WRLC's 1110 Mix. Good luck and I expect an email from you
FIRST (cause I don't have an updated email addie).

lastly:

i found my OLD blog of like 4 years ago. it's quite amazing really:

http://kermit-j-frog.livejournal.com

if you read into it, i'm way more crass, way more imaginative, and way more
out there than how I've been on this blog. those were probably the days i
was unemployed and smoked crack - ah....those were the days.....

i just called to say....

you know what's true about life: the saying "Outta sight, outta mind."

When something is not always pressed against someone's memory in visual
sense, it can easily be forgotten. At first, there will be that
transitional phase where memory will be invoked to ponder a question of
one's whereabouts, but after awhile our busy bee mentality takes over to
move forward. we're always moving these days and the people that don't
keep up with us - well, they can just catch up at the next holiday
gathering. isn't that sad? i've always found myself to be the master of
gatherings. if a party was needed to get planned, i wouldn't hesitate to
make calls and write quirky emails. however, i stopped and along with that
- they stopped. and then people moved forward.

i also moved forward, but can't shake off that thinking of gathering
people. however, i stop after i've written up something on email or i
don't hit the dial button when i'm staring at a phone number in my cell
address book. i stop because i become i think, "why should I (me, myself!)
be the one to call? why can't he/she/it call me??" and then i play fight
in my head:

"cause you're better and you're interested in what he/she/it is up to...."

"but if he/she/it were interested in what YOU were doing, why didn't
he/she/it call YOU??? why is he/she/it better than you??"

"stop being selfish and see what happens...you haven't seen/heard of
he/she/it in awhile...."

"if he/she/it doesn't care, then i don't care!"

and then my fight ends and nothing productive comes from it other than i
ended where i started. and what saddens me more is hearing the words, "Man
- I haven't seen you in a LONG time? What have you been up to? Can't you
call sometime??"

Excuse me....what was that?? SO - it was acknowledged that there was an
"outta sight" citing, but the "outta mind" part continued to keep it "outta
mind." maybe it's just easier that way - that's why. why should we care?

AH- but really - why shouldN'T we care?? call someone up and tell'em you
love'em.....

senior-itis

Here's my little rant for today: (I should just rename my blog - Little
Rant 101)

I went to the gym last night and after my run I wanted to do either
crunches or work on my back. When I walked to the crunch benches - they
were all taken, so I moved to the thing to work on your back (it's like a
diagonal gymnastics horse), but alas - they were all taken too! So I
waited for the back thing and stood there for awhile. And NOW MY RANT: a
theme that I'm starting to see is senior citizens or elderly people to take
that status for granted. Now don't get me wrong - I love'em old folks and
dearly enjoy listening to the "old days" of how things use to be better.
Hell - I'm getting there myself and have been telling those type of stories
(it just sounds weird cause it's about the 80's). But lately I've seen
these elderly people KNOW they can't move as quick but aren't considerate
of younger people. In relation to my workout - an elderly lady was using
the back bench and i stood there and let her go at it for about 15 minutes.
you know what i saw - she would do 3 reps - stop - stand around - look
around - and then sit on the bench for like 2 minutes before she did
another 3 and then all that crap all over again! She was on that thing for
30 minutes and probably only did 15 total reps. I think what annoyed me
more was that she knew I was waiting. Thank god another one opened up for
me to use. I was so pissed, I did my 5 sets of 20 in like 5 minutes.

Another occasion - my gf and I were on the bus on the way home and it
wasn't sincerely packed. I know the front of the bus is reserved for
senior citizens and handicapped people, but obviously some people just like
to sit at the front of the bus. We were watching as these two elderly
ladies, who were walking fine, came on board and looked at these 2 younger
girls sitting at the front. "The leader" of this elderly couple of ladies
said to these girls "we're seniors..." In my head, that meant, "i'm old -
get the f*ck outta my seat!" and the way she said it, I wouldn't be
surprised if that's what she meant. Now that's takin the 'senior citizens'
status for granted!

I'm no old person hater, so don't label me as uncaring or unsympathizing.
However, I am an observer of courtesy amongst people and some people just
take their status for granted.

SIDENOTE: my wisdom tooth needs to get pulled....i'm hurting over
here.....

a can of coke

i don't understand the people that need to announce everything they do
before they do it. And to follow - I don't understand the people that
reinforce the notion with supportive words to such a menial task. For
example - "I'm gonna go buy myself a can of coke." Followed by - "Way to
quench that thirst!" Sometimes I think the people that say these things
are saying it to just listen to themselves speak. However - I do digress
because I am guilty of the momentary bathroom break announcements that
overshares what actions will take place in the confines of "the moonhouse."
But I've been better at this since I've turned 21 (7 years ago).

Maybe I'm just bitter at the people that feel that this type of dialogue is
necessary for a more open environment. It sets ease and comfort to
everyone around so that no one is suddenly surprised that this person
appears out of nowhere with a coke. "HEY! Where'd you get that coke and
why didn't you say anything?!"

"i just broke up & i don't know if i should share or not"

i never know what to say to another dude when he's just in passing, but he
drops a quick overshare of his relationship status. Like I just went to
buy a bottle of water and a guy from work who's on "work aquaintance" level
had to say, "Well, I'm single now. So that's okay." After all I said was,
"Hey - how's it going?"

Now w/insight like that, he's sorta opening up to me but in another way,
he's also releasing some feeling. Sorta like the balloon metaphor for when
guys hold in feelings for too long. He can either let out little bits
along the way or he can let it all blow out in one big release. Then he
got into it a little bit more, "But everything's okay, everything's okay."
This can be read as, "if i keep saying this, I'll believe it and yes,
everything will be okay."

I felt for him, so I tried to humor him by relating. I tried to make him
truly feel okay w/relating situations. I said, "Well, I'm still in a
relationship, so you're pretty lucky. We're in the comfort zone, so it's a
bit troubling." However, what I said was a little white lie cause it's not
troubling and my relationship is actually pretty good since I'm completely
random and find comfort uncomfortable. The good thing was that he smirked
and hopefully it made him feel just a pinch better.

SEE - guy's have feelings too!

blogger love

you ever question your motives for getting ticked off? sometimes its just
too much energy to stay angry at something/someone. i've gotten to this
place where people get on my nerves because they do stupid things, but i
shrug my shoulders and say 'whatever.' in the past, i've corrected the
problem or told the person my opinion on the situation. but after awhile,
peoples' old habits of being forgetful or being late or being negative get
played out. sometimes you wish people weren't as sensitive so you could
just say, "can you stop being (insert bad habit)!! you know you have this
problem, so fix it!"

but yet again, we don't live in that fantasy world where people realize
what's wrong with themselves and they try their hardest to defeat it.
instead we live in a majority bad habit world with imperfections that we
need to learn to accept as "that's just bob being bob" or "that's okay -
just humor it." this goes back to a past entry where i b*tch about how
inventors are on missions to make us more lazy. like america being the
most obese country, we've created the internet to look things up instantly.
and instead of talking to people and preaching methods of improvement, we
go on these website to complain on what we hate. those daym bloggers!
haha :P