Daily Archive for August 26th, 2007

The World Needs More Drunken Blog Posts

Sidenote: Get out while you still can.

As for me, I could probably pull off stupid honesty that comes only from having one too many bottles of alcohol without actually being drunk. It’s just a skill I have. Plus, I hear it’s cheaper.

What scares me most is that people read this thing. I don’t know who, but that’s what Google tells me. It’s like… one day I woke up and realized that this blog isn’t a one-to-specific-many, but instead it was a one-to-whoever-many. Someone should have paid more attention in Networking class, because I forgot that the Internet was incredibly amazing in this facility.

Alas, the number of personal posts took an uncontrollable dive, seeing as how I didn’t know what was safe to post. I would post about the normal day-to-day events, but nothing that really went too deep… the stuff that… you might not want to read. I even thought about making a separate public blog where I could really say what was on my mind, without people knowing who the writer was. Think Fake Steve Jobs, but if it actually was Jobs himself writing those ridiculous(ly hilarious) entries.

In the spare time I have (which is thankfully disappearing), I’ve been thinking on what makes friends… friends, and in a larger sense: relationships at ALL levels. I’m talking parents to children, lover to lover, friend to friend… now that I think about it, my studies could probably apply to Man and Pet.

Of course, seeing how this blog is supposed to have some kind of penchant towards technology, I haven’t completely ignored the use of technology in real-life relationships. (Forgive me, I almost typed the acronym ‘RL’.)

So this is the part of the post where things can get quite ugly. I could start throwing out some of the nuggets of wisdom I’ve collected over the multiple sessions of pondering. I could also start writing about the real-life proof I have of believing such and such.

It’s ALWAYS give AND take

No person on this Earth can always give and give and give. There’s always an ulterior motive, be it good or bad. Actually, most of the time, it’s freaking both. That’s what makes things oh so fun and complicated.

In the perfect vision of the world, there would also be an equality in the give and take. Not here in the real world. Someone’s always giving too much, while the other is happily taking. I’ll remind you, though, that I did not specify if the two parties are privy to the give and take.

The giving, to some people, is the taking.

And because of it, we have so many… oh so many relationships that really don’t make any sense. (Not making any sense isn’t a bad thing here.)

I’m kinda trying to figure this out, but is the goal really to get the exact amount of give and take from both sides? Heck, one shouldn’t even be worrying about the amount to begin with!

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie…

… he’ll start to question your motives and ask you, “Why did you give me a free cookie?”

It’s not wrong to ask questions. If that was the case, I’d be… uh… [INSERT METAPHOR HERE].

But sometimes, the existence of the questions mark the beginning of something not so pleasant. In my case, when the number of questions surpass the number of answers, I find that something’s definitely not right. And I think this is the same way with most of the excessive thinkers out there.

(forgive && forget) != true

(forgive || forget) == true

The English word “and” doesn’t have the same definition as the boolean “&”. Let me explain a bit further.

“To forget” in this case isn’t like forgetting your keys. You know of the existence of the keys. You just misplaced them. No, in this instance, it’s like forgetting that you even live at the apartment to which the key belongs to.

The human ability to forget is extremely important. It makes things, once again, oh so fun and complicated. Also, the human inability to be perfect provides us the same fun and complication, which in turn requires… forgiveness.

“To forgive” means to recognize the fault, dealing with the consequences, and remembering like it was yesterday, the fault. “To forget”, therefore, cannot actually be a part of forgiveness. That makes no sense.

But after thinking (MORE?!), maybe the person who made this statement was talking about the order in which issues are dealt with. You forgive yourself, him, her, whoever: Then you forget whatever the issue was in the first place.

But even then, I don’t feel it’s the correct way to go about it. Sure, the sting of whatever was dealt subsides with time (trust me, it does… time and a little bit of distance from yourself or from others), but forgetting that it happened? Isn’t that kinda like cheating yourself?

So What I’m Really Trying to Say Is

I need to stop thinking… well, no. I would no longer be.

I need to stop thinking about silly things… well, no. It’s not silly.

I need to start thinking about things useful. But that requires defining what is useful. So thus starts the circular.

Wow, I’m going insane. Yeap. That’s what I wanted to write. I needed to deflate before I pass out from my day at the Minnesota State Fair.

The Minnesota State Fair Is…

Insane. I’m quite tired from it that it’s probably going to help the next post I’m working on. Oh, it’s a doozy.

And yes, I know it’s been like a week since I posted. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten how to blog.

And thanks to Raj, the gods of Google have finally made me #2. Thank goodness.

Ralph Waldo Emerson - Write it on your heart

Write it on your heart

that every day is the best day in the year.

He is rich who owns the day,

and no one owns the day

who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.

You have done what you could.

Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept in.

Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a

new day;

begin it well and serenely,

with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations,

to waste a moment on the yesterdays…


I opened up a book by Emerson on accident today. I never really thought about poetry being anything useful outside of the 10th grade English classes. How silly of me.

Wow, in reference to the last post… dang.