For starters, I've noticed that I have a mystery follower. Which at first I was very happy about. Well, actually I'm still happy about it, cause now I'm writing for someone else besides myself, although I supposed I should still just continue to write for me since that's what I've always done on this thing, and writing for someone else now might change how I actually type. Yay, a run-on sentence! So to the "mystery" follower (oooooo... mystery! scary!) I will say "Hi" and welcome to my blog of randomness and sometimes non-sense that drips out of my ears on the internets... interwebs? This thing that floats around in cyberspace. Congrats, you found me. (I'll laugh now if I suddenly have no more follower after this post) Dang it! (allow me to elaborate on that exclamatory on the next paragraph)
Recently I've been discovering way more than I want to about myself (read the blog "Taking a Chance" to catch up). The most recent discovery is that I have a great habit (use sarcasm font for the word great) to belittle any alleged achievements that I've apparently made. For example, I have an Associates Degree from a junior college. Apparently that's an awesome thing. But I was in school for 6 years before finally getting it. Ya, a junior college... 6 years... not much of an achievement. My sister went to college for 4 and walked away with a Bachelors, and I know another amazing woman who has a bachelors and a masters, and I'm sure a ton of other pieces of paper that say she's pretty smart. Look, I don't NEED a paper that says I'm smart in a specific field of study, it would be nice for the social ramifications, but need? I'm a smart guy. Unfortunately my procrastination skills are par to none and very impressive, and being that I seem to ALWAYS land on my feet, get by with the greatest of ease and absorb how things work abnormally fast; due to all of those skills and traits, is why I'm where I am at today. Knowing the problem is half the battle apparently. Whereas some would say at least I learned this at a young age, well... first off, I might look 21, and occasionally act like a 15 year old, but I don't think 31 is really qualifying in the young department as much. Aren't 30s middle aged? Or is it 40s now? Whatever, I need to learn to take joy in something with regards to myself. So here goes...
(big breath)... ... ... .... ya... I got nothing. I'll feel better when I get win this battle. I've got some really great "leaders" in my life... and I use leaders, cause the word counselors makes me feel a little uneasy. I have a direction, and finally some hope. Oh, and it doesn't hurt to up the game a bit by taking some Omega-3 vitamin pills, right? Am I right? Ya... this guy knows what I'm talking about. (point to steroid induced athlete)
So in ending my one person conversation, I'll say that I'm actually a lot meaner to myself than to others. Which I think if anyone ever saw how I am to people I think are idiots, or have experienced my extreme wit, they would know that that's not a good thing. So here's a toast (my favorite toast ever) May the best of your past, be the worst of your future... but since we're drinking to me (which you shouldn't be at 10:50am) just change all the "your"s to "my"s.
PS
I miss watching cartoon movies in the theater.
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