Part One: Amber Light + Blue and White Trucks = Seeing More Red

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it on here before but I really don’t like people.  This is, of course, a generalization because, having a wife whom I love and also having friends whose company I enjoy, obviously I can’t hate everyone.  I suppose I could be faking it with a sham marriage and only be manipulating the people I call friends for personal gain but if there’s anything I hate more than people it’s an overly intricate plot where I need to put in an extended effort for a long period of time and only gain minimal benefit.  Rest assured, I love the people I have allowed into my life.

DISCLAIMER:  Because some people are overly sensitive or extra complainy I will be specific in the type of people I have a “don’t love” on for at the moment.  Yes, my grammar there is terrible and if you are confused by the whole”don’t love” thing that may crop up in my writing now and again, I will direct you to this.  Also please note that, in the previous sentence, the word “this” is a link to another post of mine explaining the whole “don’t love” thing.  I assume we all have the hang of the internet by now but my faith in humanity was shaken a little bit today and I am having severe doubts about the intelligence of our species.

Seeing Red and Nattering On

This isn’t the post I originally wanted to write.  The other one was written from a place of rage and would have ended up being a two thousand word rant about my hatred of a certain group of people.  Don’t worry, it was aimed at a demographic, not a race or anything.  Sounds like fun, I know.  But I don’t want this blog to be a sounding board for every whining whim that strikes my fancy.  There are already hints of that in most posts as they are based on my opinions and thoughts, not grounded in any kind of reality.  It’s not the kind of page you visit to learn how to fix your computer server or how to get girls.  For what it’s worth, my answers on those topics are a) I have no idea, try using google and b) have a sense of humour and don’t use the suggestions from google, they are weird and scary and will probably get you arrested.

When I was a child my mom always told me that hate was too strong of a word.  Come to think of it, she still tells me that.  I was to use the phrase, “I don’t like this” in regards to whatever it was that I claimed to hate.  Jenny also tries to get me to do the same thing, although the phrasing is, “I don’t love this”.  It comes from the idea that your brain breaks things down into simpler ideas and doesn’t recognize the “don’t” part of it.  To say you hate something reinforces your hatred.  To say you don’t love something means your brain only recognizes the love part and tries to keep you in a positive state of mind.  At least that’s my dime store psychology take on it.  It makes sense I suppose. 

Anger and Watches: The Debilitating Duo

Here we go.  One full month after the initial post where I (almost) promised to deliver timely updates.  Yeesh.  Monthly posts.  I’m torn between a credit card bill joke and one about periods.  Neither are particularly great so let’s just move on, shall we?

I haven’t posted because I didn’t know what to write about.  Well, not exactly.  I actually had plenty to write about but I found that too many of my scribblings were in the vein of “Can you believe this moron?”, “I really hate it when…”, or “Look at this asshole!” type writings.  I don’t think I want that.  I struggle with being positive.   By that I mean I’m not.  I get depressed often and Jenny says that being that angry at the world is bad.   I can see where that makes sense.  I didn’t want the blog to start out with  ranting and have it devolve to a point where I only post pictures of my middle finger with the title “Fuck you Gap!  You too pigeons that scared me!”.  While I do think that would be funny and believe the art of the vent is greatly underappreciated, I kind of want to strive for more.  As much as this is meant to be funny, it’s also a personal experiment in discipline, creativity, and openness.  I’m trying to be a better person but I have absolutely no fucking clue what that even means.