Sunday, June 7, 2009
Quick Add
And just to add to my previous post: if any potential new friends look like this, then perfect. Just perfect.
Things A Changing
I've put off writing about this, because it's hard to really express it in any sort of concrete way. Because of the foot/feet injury, I've been progressively thinking about it more and more, so the right words are only really coming to me now. To put it simply: my friends, and I, are changing.
For the last 6 months, my circle of friends and relationships have been shifting. This change in paradigm isn't so much due to me, per se, but due to everyone who makes up my network of friends. Each person plays their own little part in this.
This sort of situation comes as no surprise to anyone older than myself. For those older folks (old being a relative word to my age of 23), they can look back and hopefully see that their personalities have changed from when they were in high school, to university/college, to fresh into the workforce and on. It's funny to think that at a given, immediate moment, you never really imagine that you will be different in 2 or 3 years: your preferences, your hopes and your interests. But that's just how living is. As you change, so do the things you do. Things you once had in common with others disappear, and it slowly (or maybe quickly) becomes obvious that you don't want to see those previous friends anymore.
So it comes down to my friends changing. Some brief examples would be that Tim and Xav have equally become indifferent to seeing Mike. Xav has actually openly said he finds most of our mutual friends to be very boring. Tim, in his part, has said that I'm probably one of his closest friends right now (which oddly enough unsettles me).
My worries start to kick in at this point in the thought process: and then there's me changing. I've noticed the number of people I would call-up to hang out one-on-one, without any second thought, is shrinking. Some people just don't interest me anymore; the lines of our lives are diverging. As Xav said, the love of some peoples' lives now disinterest me. I have many acquaintances, that I thoroughly enjoy seeing and having fun with, but I don't consider them good friends. To put it a different way: I have many Group Friends but fewer One-on-One friends.
To rectify this developing problem, I need to add some new connections in my network of friends. I don't need to strengthen some old/weak connections, but form new ones altogether. I need to meet new people, that don't already know my friends; fresh blood, if you will.
Over the next year, there may well be a change in my current good friends. Tim, you're great, but sitting around your uncomfortable apartment is boring. Kieran, you're awesome, but you need to actually go out at night some times. Xav, I always have the most original and fun times with you, but you need to try and be social with my friends. Alicia: leave Australia. Liz: stay the way you are. Mike: I still consider you a friend, but you are essentially just an acquaintance now.
This summer will hopefully see me trying new stuff and hopefully meeting new people.
For the last 6 months, my circle of friends and relationships have been shifting. This change in paradigm isn't so much due to me, per se, but due to everyone who makes up my network of friends. Each person plays their own little part in this.
This sort of situation comes as no surprise to anyone older than myself. For those older folks (old being a relative word to my age of 23), they can look back and hopefully see that their personalities have changed from when they were in high school, to university/college, to fresh into the workforce and on. It's funny to think that at a given, immediate moment, you never really imagine that you will be different in 2 or 3 years: your preferences, your hopes and your interests. But that's just how living is. As you change, so do the things you do. Things you once had in common with others disappear, and it slowly (or maybe quickly) becomes obvious that you don't want to see those previous friends anymore.
So it comes down to my friends changing. Some brief examples would be that Tim and Xav have equally become indifferent to seeing Mike. Xav has actually openly said he finds most of our mutual friends to be very boring. Tim, in his part, has said that I'm probably one of his closest friends right now (which oddly enough unsettles me).
My worries start to kick in at this point in the thought process: and then there's me changing. I've noticed the number of people I would call-up to hang out one-on-one, without any second thought, is shrinking. Some people just don't interest me anymore; the lines of our lives are diverging. As Xav said, the love of some peoples' lives now disinterest me. I have many acquaintances, that I thoroughly enjoy seeing and having fun with, but I don't consider them good friends. To put it a different way: I have many Group Friends but fewer One-on-One friends.
To rectify this developing problem, I need to add some new connections in my network of friends. I don't need to strengthen some old/weak connections, but form new ones altogether. I need to meet new people, that don't already know my friends; fresh blood, if you will.
Over the next year, there may well be a change in my current good friends. Tim, you're great, but sitting around your uncomfortable apartment is boring. Kieran, you're awesome, but you need to actually go out at night some times. Xav, I always have the most original and fun times with you, but you need to try and be social with my friends. Alicia: leave Australia. Liz: stay the way you are. Mike: I still consider you a friend, but you are essentially just an acquaintance now.
This summer will hopefully see me trying new stuff and hopefully meeting new people.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Chuckle
Xav: I always know that you're about to tell me about one of your "I'm a bastard because..." stories or statements, since they always begin with a low laugh or chuckle to yourself. Those are always the best stories/statements too.
It's so damn true.
It's so damn true.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wonderful Generic Memories
Hey, who is this?, Mom says as she points at a person's picture, that's part of one of those multi-photo picture frames we have in my family's house.
Hmmm, I don't really know.... is my replay. I briefly glance at the picture, as I walk past her and it. If I stopped next to her, she would notice I'm trying to mask a suspicious smile.
I thought you're the one who put all those pictures in the frame, I add from the other room.
Wait a second, who are any of the people in these frames!?, she yells out.
I try to hide my snickering, but obviously she can hear me.
Thomas, what have you done!? She has a big smile.
I look over to her, with a big smirk.
Well, about 6 months ago I noticed one of the slots in the frame was missing a photo, so I found some generic picture of a happy family and inserted it into the slot. A week or two after that, no one noticed the complete strangers in the frame. Soon after that, I decided to then take out all our family photos and replace them with generic pictures I found in magazines.
Laughing, I walk over to my desk, open up a drawer and pull out a small stack of pictures.
Hahaha, are you serious!?, she picks up the stack of photos. Wait, these couldn't have all gone in that one frame!
My smile grows. Yup, look at the other ones in the hall.
That is when my Mom noticed she had been walking through the same hallway, everyday for 5 months, without realizing all the family picture frames were filled with photos of generic actors having generically enjoyable moments with their generic families.
Hmmm, I don't really know.... is my replay. I briefly glance at the picture, as I walk past her and it. If I stopped next to her, she would notice I'm trying to mask a suspicious smile.
I thought you're the one who put all those pictures in the frame, I add from the other room.
Wait a second, who are any of the people in these frames!?, she yells out.
I try to hide my snickering, but obviously she can hear me.
Thomas, what have you done!? She has a big smile.
I look over to her, with a big smirk.
Well, about 6 months ago I noticed one of the slots in the frame was missing a photo, so I found some generic picture of a happy family and inserted it into the slot. A week or two after that, no one noticed the complete strangers in the frame. Soon after that, I decided to then take out all our family photos and replace them with generic pictures I found in magazines.
Laughing, I walk over to my desk, open up a drawer and pull out a small stack of pictures.
Hahaha, are you serious!?, she picks up the stack of photos. Wait, these couldn't have all gone in that one frame!
My smile grows. Yup, look at the other ones in the hall.
That is when my Mom noticed she had been walking through the same hallway, everyday for 5 months, without realizing all the family picture frames were filled with photos of generic actors having generically enjoyable moments with their generic families.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Dutch Rutter
Let's all learn about the Dutch Rutter!:
Zack & Miri Make a Porno is a very underrated movie.
Zack & Miri Make a Porno is a very underrated movie.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Great, What Now...
Sorry all, but I'm warning right now that this is going to being a whinny post.
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So after a weekend of me going out, doing nothing strenuous to body other than standing walking and sitting, my feet are in pain. A lot of pain.
I can't stand for more than 5 minutes before my feet feel burning, stabbing and hurt in general. Even if I sit down or put them up to rest, I can still feel a dull pain.
I'm frankly hitting the end of being able to stand all this injury bullshit. I understand that my 1 leg/foot was hurt from my [incredibly stupid] jump, as posted here. I get that it took about 1.5 months of crutching around for me to be able to slowly walk around normally. Now, why the fuck are both my feet hurting and why is it so bad that I can't even spend 10 minutes chopping/cooking up some meal without my feet really hurting me. All I'm feeling right now is anger and frustration because my body is weaker than a 3 year old's.
An appointment with my family doctor has been set for about 1.5 weeks from now. I'm no medical professional (I wait, I sort of am!) but my best guess is that the arches in my feet have some how miraculously exploded. I've never had arch problems before. One foot (the injured one) was actually resting/healing for the last 1.5 months while the other one was taking all my weight and constantly feeling perfect. It makes no fucking sense!
For now, all I can do is sit and lie down and do nothing...which for me is the worst fate possible. I can't go biking or walking around. I can't get back into yoga. I can't lift weight (since holding the dumbbell puts weight on my feet). I can't see friends, unless they come to me. I can't continue planning my hiking trip in the Adirondacks. All I can do is work, watch tv, eat and ruminate about how I hate my feet.
Anger isn't helpful to me - Okay, scratch that, anger can be EXTREMELY helpful to me, but only if I have an outlet. Problem is that I specifically can't do anything, it just stays in me, so I feel depressed and sad.
This sucks; I feel like it's going to be My Summer Of My Discontent. Even writing this post pisses me off.
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So after a weekend of me going out, doing nothing strenuous to body other than standing walking and sitting, my feet are in pain. A lot of pain.
I can't stand for more than 5 minutes before my feet feel burning, stabbing and hurt in general. Even if I sit down or put them up to rest, I can still feel a dull pain.
I'm frankly hitting the end of being able to stand all this injury bullshit. I understand that my 1 leg/foot was hurt from my [incredibly stupid] jump, as posted here. I get that it took about 1.5 months of crutching around for me to be able to slowly walk around normally. Now, why the fuck are both my feet hurting and why is it so bad that I can't even spend 10 minutes chopping/cooking up some meal without my feet really hurting me. All I'm feeling right now is anger and frustration because my body is weaker than a 3 year old's.
An appointment with my family doctor has been set for about 1.5 weeks from now. I'm no medical professional (I wait, I sort of am!) but my best guess is that the arches in my feet have some how miraculously exploded. I've never had arch problems before. One foot (the injured one) was actually resting/healing for the last 1.5 months while the other one was taking all my weight and constantly feeling perfect. It makes no fucking sense!
For now, all I can do is sit and lie down and do nothing...which for me is the worst fate possible. I can't go biking or walking around. I can't get back into yoga. I can't lift weight (since holding the dumbbell puts weight on my feet). I can't see friends, unless they come to me. I can't continue planning my hiking trip in the Adirondacks. All I can do is work, watch tv, eat and ruminate about how I hate my feet.
Anger isn't helpful to me - Okay, scratch that, anger can be EXTREMELY helpful to me, but only if I have an outlet. Problem is that I specifically can't do anything, it just stays in me, so I feel depressed and sad.
This sucks; I feel like it's going to be My Summer Of My Discontent. Even writing this post pisses me off.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Round 2
Revenge of the ugly pink shirt.
I look awesome. It's all in the bow tie - Tim recognizes that.
I get the impression that if I were to look at the shirt pattern long enough, an image would pop out, just like pictures from those Magic Eye books. Using my illustration skills, this very well could be the picture hidden on my shirt:
It's a cat!
Of course, one might be surprised by this instead:
...Maybe I should patent the Magic Eye shirt?
I look awesome. It's all in the bow tie - Tim recognizes that.
I get the impression that if I were to look at the shirt pattern long enough, an image would pop out, just like pictures from those Magic Eye books. Using my illustration skills, this very well could be the picture hidden on my shirt:
It's a cat!Of course, one might be surprised by this instead:
...Maybe I should patent the Magic Eye shirt?
New Friends?
New Lesbian Friend: Next time I go out with my girls, you should come. We'll help to introduce you to some nice guys.
Oh shit that's cool, if it happens...but wait, should I let her know that every lesbian I've known immediately ends up hating me...
...No, I shouldn't. She's cool maybe it won't turn out like all the others....
...Quick, smile. She's waiting for a response! Look polite and excited by the idea....don't scare her away...quick Thomas, respond!
Me: I'd love that. Just to warn you though, I'm like the most awkward person ever though...like, it's impressive. Everyone thinks I'm either awkward or hitting on them - I'm just that amazing,
Nice Thomas, nice and smooth...good ol' foot in the door.
Oh shit that's cool, if it happens...but wait, should I let her know that every lesbian I've known immediately ends up hating me...
...No, I shouldn't. She's cool maybe it won't turn out like all the others....
...Quick, smile. She's waiting for a response! Look polite and excited by the idea....don't scare her away...quick Thomas, respond!
Me: I'd love that. Just to warn you though, I'm like the most awkward person ever though...like, it's impressive. Everyone thinks I'm either awkward or hitting on them - I'm just that amazing,
Nice Thomas, nice and smooth...good ol' foot in the door.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
My Friends Can Have My Stuff
Humming a tune to myself, while just walking along. Just enjoying the sunshine and being outside, meandering up and down the streets.
I'll cross the street, but won't get to the other side. My head manages to turn just in time to see the car that's going to hit me.
The driver tries to brake, but the car had too much speed. The bumper nails my knees perfectly, sling-shooting my torso and head straight downward into the windshield.
And that is that; the end.
Ya, that might be how it all ends for me. It doesn't bother me at all. The whole situation just seems right. For the longest time, I've just had this feeling that I'm going to die young. Young being a relative word, the age 31 comes specifically to mind.
I have no idea when this thought came to me, nor the specific number 31. I don't have a death wish. I'm also not suicidal. I'm just....sure, for the lack of a better word, that I'll die due to some circumstance outside of my immediate control.
The car scenario seems like a likely cause, but I don't know how my final scene will unfold. For all I know I'll get jumped on the street, during a walk home from a bar. Maybe it'll be a baseball bat to the face that cuts me out. Or maybe I'll just be some clumsy fool who'll trip down some stairs and land the wrong way.
A friend of mine tells me she's amazed she has lived to the age of 24. When she was 18, she was sure she's be dead by now. Her young life has been a testament to living by the code of drugs, sex and rock&roll. Maybe I subconsciously stole the notion form her.... who knows.
What I do know is that I'm okay with it. Why worry about the end if I can't immediately avoid it.
I'll cross the street, but won't get to the other side. My head manages to turn just in time to see the car that's going to hit me.
The driver tries to brake, but the car had too much speed. The bumper nails my knees perfectly, sling-shooting my torso and head straight downward into the windshield.
And that is that; the end.
Ya, that might be how it all ends for me. It doesn't bother me at all. The whole situation just seems right. For the longest time, I've just had this feeling that I'm going to die young. Young being a relative word, the age 31 comes specifically to mind.
I have no idea when this thought came to me, nor the specific number 31. I don't have a death wish. I'm also not suicidal. I'm just....sure, for the lack of a better word, that I'll die due to some circumstance outside of my immediate control.
The car scenario seems like a likely cause, but I don't know how my final scene will unfold. For all I know I'll get jumped on the street, during a walk home from a bar. Maybe it'll be a baseball bat to the face that cuts me out. Or maybe I'll just be some clumsy fool who'll trip down some stairs and land the wrong way.
A friend of mine tells me she's amazed she has lived to the age of 24. When she was 18, she was sure she's be dead by now. Her young life has been a testament to living by the code of drugs, sex and rock&roll. Maybe I subconsciously stole the notion form her.... who knows.
What I do know is that I'm okay with it. Why worry about the end if I can't immediately avoid it.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
"You're a Sick Fuck!"
Mike: blah blah blah.
Mike's Girlfriend: blah-blah, blah-blah.
Tim: Uh-huh, Blah. Blah-blah.
Being temporarily bored, I decided to just say the most random shit:
Me: OH YA? WELL IT'S WORSE THAN WHEN [Mike's Girlfriend's Mom] JUST START FISTING HERSELF IN THE PUSSY, SCREAMING OUT AND THEN [Mike's Girlfriend's Dad] RIPS OFF HIS CLOTHES, TAKES THE DOG AND STARTS FUCKING IT IN THE ASS WHILE RUBBING IT ON [Mike's Girlfriend's Mom] ASS, AND THEN [Mike's Girlfriend's Brother] STARTS LICKING ON SUCKING ON HIS MOM'S TITS, WHILE REACHING AROUND TO FINGER HIS DAD!?
Everyone just looks at me shocked: wide-eyed with mouths hanging open for 3 seconds. Then Tim bursts out laughing.
Hehehe. Man, I'm one sick fuck.
Mike's Girlfriend: blah-blah, blah-blah.
Tim: Uh-huh, Blah. Blah-blah.
Being temporarily bored, I decided to just say the most random shit:
Me: OH YA? WELL IT'S WORSE THAN WHEN [Mike's Girlfriend's Mom] JUST START FISTING HERSELF IN THE PUSSY, SCREAMING OUT AND THEN [Mike's Girlfriend's Dad] RIPS OFF HIS CLOTHES, TAKES THE DOG AND STARTS FUCKING IT IN THE ASS WHILE RUBBING IT ON [Mike's Girlfriend's Mom] ASS, AND THEN [Mike's Girlfriend's Brother] STARTS LICKING ON SUCKING ON HIS MOM'S TITS, WHILE REACHING AROUND TO FINGER HIS DAD!?
Everyone just looks at me shocked: wide-eyed with mouths hanging open for 3 seconds. Then Tim bursts out laughing.
Hehehe. Man, I'm one sick fuck.
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