I COULD GROW A BEARD IF I WANTED I JUST DON’T WANT TO.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/i-swear-im-not-a-child/

I love Brad Pike. He just gets me. We're soul mates, I'm sure of that. The only writer on thought catalog worth reading.

On being non-confrontational.

I'm a total wimp. Its hard for me to stand up for myself, and I tend, sometimes naively, to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. This however has led to me getting increasingly annoyed with people that I genuinely like. The problem with being so non-confrontational is that things tend to pile up. So my roommate forgot to do his dishes, fine, i'll pick up the slack. Oh? he didn't do them again, he's just forgetful, i'll just do them. But after a while it becomes increasingly hard to deal with this behaviour. Things build up, emotions build up, and then you end up being angry with someone when it really isn't there fault. I didn't have to do his dishes, I don't have to clean up after people, but I do, and I never say a word. I'll let loose a passive aggressive quip every now and again, but rarely will I confront the situation head on. My goal now is to be just a little more confrontational, sure people do deserve the benefit of the doubt sometimes, but other times they just need to be told of their transgressions and be made aware. I have no doubt in my mind that a little confrontation is healthy. There needs to be a dialogue between people, and unfortunately, you can't have a dialogue if you don't open up your mouth. But herein lies my problem, every time I try and say these things the words don't come out, instead there are incoherent sounds, and then a quick change of subject to something less, well, confrontational. I know I should just grow a pair and speak up on my behalf especially when I feel justified in my views. I suppose no one likes confrontation, but its a necessary aspect of the human experience and I need to work on it. But for the time being it seems i'll still have to change my roommate's cat's litter, and clean up his messes, maybe I should just link him to this blog post, but that won't help me with my problem with confrontation. I should also point out that I love my roommate and thats why I put up with these things. I'm also sure that he would be total receptive if I confronted him on any of these issues, so the problem remains mine. I just find when it comes to confrontation I have this fear that people will resent me for my views, I just don't want to step on any toes. The only problem with that is that in life, some peoples toes need to be stepped on if you want to move forward. And with that another post about 20-something-white-kid-problems comes to an end. Thanks for listening.

Friend Request

Oh you're right Facebook, I AM friends with Casseroles Canada...
Really?

Cats, Cats, Cats!

There a few things better than waking up to a tiny kitten sleeping beside your head.

I guess I'm young, but I feel so weary.

Lately I've been going out a lot, and I enjoy it. I really do. There are few things better than numbing your senses and inhibitions with alcohol and substances surrounded by a group of people that you love. Recently, however, I had a sober discussion with my friend about "why?" Just why do we do this? Why do we as humans, specifically, young humans, feel the need to constantly alter their natural state of sobriety. Why should we? Why do different rules apply for when we are sober and for when we aren't. Why is it that if I feel attracted to a stranger on the street and decide to approach them and introduce myself and try to solicit a date that I would be considered "weird" or sketchy?" Yet if I'm in a bar I can, without social repercussions (for the most part), just go up to any odd person on the dance floor and without introduction start dancing with them, in an attempt to touch them, in an attempt to kiss  them, in an attempt to... well... you know.  Obviously, not all such attempts are successful but when your in a bar and the music is playing and the drinks are flowing, different rules apply. You aren't considered creepy for an attempt at a connection when you're packed tightly into a tiny, dark room imbibing drink after drink. I don't have any answers to these question, a few theories, but none developed enough to put into coherent sentences. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, as much as I enjoy going out, impairing my senses and having a good time, I just don't fully understand why we do it. Maybe I'm just at the point in my life where thats what I need to get to what comes after. All I know is that it takes its toll. The late nights add up. But why does it seem so much harder to have fun, or make connections unimpaired. And with that I will end this post and continue to deal with my first world, twenty-something problems.

The Last Letter

The Last Letter

A lovely cover based on the Carter family's version of this song. A sad, sad love song.

"If you don't love me, I wish you would leave me alone."

Gonna try to do this for real now.

Its the summer and I feel like a need a creative outlet separate from random posts on Facebook (apparently my computer autocorrects Facebook to have a capital F). So i'll be posting some of my musings and things that I find fun, interesting or stimulating here, lets hope this works out ^_^