Calamities of the dingbat that couldn't help himself.

Well, I just don't know what to say, other than, "Oops, I did it, again..." No, Britney Spears wasn't involved, there wasn't any camera and my brother indubitably missed it again. Yes, another untimely self-helped injury... meaning, by no fault or of my expressed consent did someone else have any help in helping me injure myself. Since, I always tell myself that I'm the only one that can hurt me, and this is just another notch in the belt to add to my collection. Let's just take another trip down memory lane... 

... The cherry tree... 

...oh, the countless memories of my grandparents backyard, or so aptly named, The BACK 40. Such a wonderful excursion into Imagination Land (yes, I'm referring to the land so outrageously illustrated in South Park), no chant required, just a healthy helping of Grandma's deliciously mouthwatering breakfast with a hint of Sunny D on the side. Since my grandparents backyard was pretty much a wonderland to the climbing enthusiasts and the hyper-elite, my brother and I were in a place relative to Heaven. They had two large trees in the yard and a cherry tree and a crab apple tree and a trash tree (or was the crab apple the trash tree? I forget). Nevertheless, we made these trees our fortresses, battlegrounds and vanishing points from reality. So, the story goes that my brother and I decide that we're going to make a fort in the cherry tree, this fort contained an aluminum pipe, a section of gate and the cherry tree. Of course, being somewhat young, the 

imagination was an undeniable piece of this puzzle. Being somewhat intelligent, we decide that we're going make the view between the merlons as high as possible, thus being able to eradicate any foes that wish to bring us some mild woe. Henceforth, we erected our Keep. True, it was just an aluminum fence post lodged between the fork in the tree limbs and slid in the nook of fencing in a nearby gate. Construction was soon finished, and we were delighted to be in our very own Keep. Time passed slowly, and the Lords of the Castle became content... but without the foresight to see a disaster looming in the distance. So, within the hour, the girder mysteriously fell and I plummeted backwards from that great height (probably 5 feet) to my doom. I can't remember the specifics of that great disaster, did the earth shake? Was there turbulent winds? Did mighty Zeus strike me down from my

 glorious perch to make me learn humility? Then, when I came to, my brother awoke me from my shattered consciousness, helped me up - only to find our make shift castle in ruins and to hear the tale of this disastrous plight. The fence post barely caught between the tree and the gate when I was helped up, but wasn't after I got up. Weird! Funny that when you fall from somewhere, then you hit your head on the place where you had fallen from just puts you in an uncontrollable rage. Not that I wasn't already without my wits from the fall, but the little bump on the head - just exacerbated the problem.

...My Huffy 10-speed... 

I begin to wonder whether inertia had a big part to play in my illustrious cycling career or if I was just that clumsy. Do you ever wonder how you could duplicate the impossible? Well I don't, I have. For what I once thought was impossible has since become the "Irregular". The shake down in '92, better known as - "Give a knee for your troubled heart". Mid-summer, last year at the brown house, of course, my brother was there... but he missed the whole thing. We always just had our bikes and we were always riding them everywhere. This fateful day was orchestrated by an unordinary layer of summer fog, and since we were "intelligent" naturally, we decided it would be incredible if we went out and rode in it. 

So, Curtis grabbed the phone and called our buddies that lived down the street, and they met us up at our house and we were going to go ride around. Within 10 minutes of our departure, my fate was sealed. I, no more as glanced down at the rode and found myself in that very spot. As I was looking down, my left foot slipped off the pedal (I'm sure it was due to the dew from the fog, but who's really to blame here?), from there my foot hit the ground catapulting me over my handlebars (picture a gymnastics technique called a Giant not going full rotation), landing with my left leg twisted underneath me in sort of a Marylou Retton-Brian Boitano catastrophe. Yeah, I could tell you that it hurt like a vexed rodent covered in peanut butter stuffed in a turkey sandwich, but that doesn't necessary explain anything. So, let's continue onto Round 2.

Now you question yourself, how could this be impossible? Well, here's some food for thought, look at the ground in front of you and fall. Not impossible, you just did it. But, now look at the floor and fall with such force that you break your knee cap in two places and then also break your tibia... if you can do this twice, then we're even steven and I'll call you brother or sister and you won't ever need to worry about someone's loyalty for as long as you live. But back to the story. One year later, almost to the day... my brother and I were out to visit our local gas station and pick up some treats for the ward party were were about to attend. On our way back home and after picking up some extraordinary treats (i.e. Hot Tamales, Mike & Ikes, etc.) we start heading back home. You know how they always say that you're more likely to have an accident within a mile of your house? It's true for me in 89% of the cases because I didn't make it out of the parking lot before tragedy struck again. I must've stepped in some oil or something, because strange things like this don't happen twice and not like this. I looked down, and then I went up and over my handlebars and Voila!... Perfect landing, I would like to thank Mary Lou and Brian for giving me the opportunity and the know-how to land as solidly as I could in what you could call "My Event". Unfortunately, however, my landing had nearly cost me my life. As I was flying through the air, an oncoming car slammed on it's brakes nearly running over my bike as it tumbled past me after my descent. Here's to close calls. 

...My Magna 18-speed...

If you're not catching this, all my injuries have occurred when my brother was around, however, he has failed to see my injury due to him being further ahead of me or just that he wasn't paying attention. So, here's to another "event" told but not seen by HE who was there. So, we're off to the Gray Whale to pick up some music, why else... who buys movies there? And we're riding and riding and riding, and we're cruising along, when we come to the light just before 4500 South. Well, my brother and I know the area and we both know that we're pretty intelligent, so we decide that we're going to ride over the grass to cut around the cross walk. Well, without saying it, my brother made it across the grass, I disappeared somewhere in that monstrosity that was grown for my doom! Funny how you can be right behind someone, follow in their footsteps and make the same moves that they make and your outcome is completely different. Okay, well, in my case, it is funny. I was within a meter of my brothers' back tire and in his direct line when suddenly the grass jumped up and snatched my front tire, halting me instantaneously (well, my bike) and I was ejected. Picture a head-on collision, without the gory after-effects... that was me, flying like Superman through the air and rolling onto the sidewalk. Meanwhile, my brother is at the light looking around for me, wondering where I had wandered off to. So, I pick myself up, not really any worse for wear, except that the handlebar had somehow stabbed me (yes, like it has arms). I look up and there's a neighbor of mine with her mom looking straight at me, as if it was amazing that I was even getting up at all. You all know that look, the look that only a mother could give after seeing a child get injured - THAT look. My brother turns to me, looks me up and down and appraises the situation and says, "Where'd you go?" I look at him incredulously like, "You seriously missed all that? I flew off my bike like Superman, got stabbed with some Kryptonite, the populace of Metropolis was all in fear for my life and you missed that?" He just looked at me and said, "Dang it!" Like he had just missed some cataclysmic event... again. 

Likely that if I put all the unconventional ways to fly down on this segment that I won't have any life stories to tell people that don't know me. So, I'll have to jump today's immaculate idea with a little rundown of ways I've hurt myself.

... the twenty ways I've figured out how to roll my ankle.

... the aggravating understanding of hurting your back once, and hoping to never do it again.

... the countless shoulder pains from pushing, pulling, throwing, lifting, etc.

... the one crazy track meet where we were in first place in the 4x100 and came in fourth when out of nowhere, my hip popped out of place.

... the countless times I've hit my head on objects once thought to be just out of reach.

... the number of times I've fallen backwards into things (and consequently rolled my ankle).

... May 11, 2009...

After what we could call a wonderful day of sun and exercise, I challenged myself to an idiotic decision first formulated on 7200 South, then pulled off on the Jordan River Parkway. And, I'll keep this short and sweet, but it had to do with 23rd gear, a pair of biking shoes and pulling a wheelie. Okay, Okay, I know this doesn't sound that smart, but I had to try it (for some stupid reason). So, I'm just cruising along to where I don't think anyone is around, just so if someone sees me, they only see me for an instant. So, I pull it off, I'm up and going... but going too far back. And we're falling, oh, okay, yep, there we go, and... Down... just like that. Needless to say, my feet were still clipped into the pedals and my bike came tumbling down right after me. So, just picture me falling down, legs clipped into my pedals, with a big ol' smile on my face... red as a blood running from my elbow and happy as the clown that jumped first out of the car. That was me, knowing that sometime later, I'll remember that fall, too. 

Humiliating redundancies in our "modern" culture...

The more I think about it the more I dislike it and the more I dislike it, the more I loathe it... you see where I'm going with this. It's come to a point that I regretfully can't enjoy it anymore. I'm starting to reject culture, or better yet the current one. Don't get me wrong, the status of things is wanting to get faster live fuller lives, but really, is this what we're really doing? Take for instance, I take out my blackberry and (in theory) instantaneously connect with one or, up to however daring I am, let's say 7 friends at a time. Now, really? Are you consciously putting all your thought into your friends or are you giving them that roughly 14% of your attention? Are those the type of odds you want for your friends and loved ones? "Forget about it!" Honestly, I'm not sure what it is about today, but I feel like I'm definitely NOT even keel, and I think it's getting worse. What did it say in that book I was reading? Oh yeah -- if the culture they're selling you isn't for you, don't buy it -- and to some degree, I completely agree. Can I return it? Or do I have to just pay my dues for what I have? I can tell you what, I'm not buying anymore than I "have" to. I feel like I'm in between a rock and a hard place, asking myself what do I truly need comparatively to what I want. What am I getting out of it? Am I becoming more happy with who I am? Or am I just beginning to understand what it means to be upset? Where is the majesty in our culture? Moreover, when did it leave? I remember when it used to be take what you need, 'there are starving kids in Africa', we're having left-overs tonight. BUT NOW, Want, want want... "I need this"... Where "The more the better?" Used to be a sit-down restaurant slogan, it's now, a majority slogan. "The More the Better!" The more the better, the happier you are? The more the better, the more you have, the happier you are? The more the better, the more you have, the happier you are, the more you're likely to lose? In the end, you leave here with nothing. Hell, you started with nothing. Where did this all come from? I feel like such a hypocrite, when I spill my guts on these topics. I do have a collection of things, books, movies, games... and a small little companion - Thank god for her. The only real thing that matters at this point. Funny how mismanaged decisions, bring light to the darkness... but... 

Seriously, she's more entertaining than all of what I have. So, I ask you this? Where is your little piece of Heaven? Are you buying what others are selling? Are you giving all that you have to give or giving what you can? Nothing else spells love and happiness than giving your all for someone or something, well, for me anyway. So, I urge you to ask yourself, are you doing all you can to be happy? Is your happiness superficial? Are you just filling filling the void with "stuff" that was left behind? Don't be another follower, think for yourself, find your own meaning to happiness... I've found mine... the question is where will it take me?

Invigorating illustrations of illustrious scribblers...

W.H. Auden - "The More Loving One"

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell, 
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be, 
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die, 
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total darkness sublime, 
Though this might take me a little time.

E.A. Robinson - "The Old Story"

Strange that I did not know him then,

That friend of mine!

I did not even show him then

One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had

To make me see

My envy of the praise he had

For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him

Once, in my pride! . . .

I never knew the worth of him

Until he died.

E.A. Robinson - "The World"

Some are the brothers of all humankind,
And own them, whatsoever their estate;
And some, for sorrow and self-scorn, are blind
With enmity for man's unguarded fate.
For some there is a music all day long
Like flutes in Paradise, they are so glad;
And there is hell's eternal under-song
Of curses and the cries of men gone mad.
Some say the Scheme with love stands luminous,
Some say 't were better back to chaos hurled;
And so 't is what we are that makes for us
The measure and the meaning of the world.

And, finally, just another one... hate to bore you all, but this stuff interests me & if it's interesting to me, it must be Interesting.

E.A. Robinson - "The Story of Ashes and the Flame"

No matter why, nor whence, nor when she came,

There was her place. No matter what men said,

No matter what she was; living or dead,

Faithful or not, he loved her all the same.

The story was as old as human shame,

But ever since that lonely night she fled,

With books to blind him, he had only read

The story of the ashes and the flame.

There she was always coming pretty soon

To fool him back, with penitent scared eyes

That had in them the laughter of the moon

For baffled lovers, and to make him think --

Before she gave him time enough to wink --

Sin's kisses were the keys to Paradise.

A Commendation... Nay, A Tribute to the Kvetch!

Gripe, gripe, gripe... is that all I know how to do in this blog? "Apparently, this is all he knows how to do." Well, let me tell you, it's better to gripe and get it out then hold it against people and not forgive them for it. As if I were pressing this on someone, but more-so on the fact that I apparently don't understand a great many things... so these few thoughts are listed, with what I would think I do know.

...Complimenting...

Now, I know there's a thing about putting a person on a pedestal, but there's also the a minute case where you can compliment someone and it's as if they just shrug it off, due to the lack of thought & consideration that you put into it. Or, because it's actually been said so much that it doesn't mean anything to the person you're complimenting.

These being the examples...
Complimenting someone on an action that is common place and easily available to learn and use.

This has occurred many times over; for example... Someone (that does not have amnesia or Alzheimer's) coming by your house and saying, "My... your yard is the best looking yard I have ever seen." Then, that same person comes by again, later in the day repeating that same sequence of words... again and again, day after day. Sure, the yard looks great, and spectators might form when you are working in the yard, but to automatically, and ignorantly, compliment without wit or sense seems like empty words. Finding the time to actually say what you mean, without sounding flagrant or obtuse, isn't that hard. Devising a knowledgeable nuance and effectively articulating it is more flattering than a perpetually ordinary preamble meant to cheer one's spirits. Is it really that hard to directly state what you like/dislike about something without sounding like a complete tool? Forgive me, I continually battle the idea that guys are just that, and I continually use guys as an example because I think they did it to themselves. "Uh, honey, what's for dinner? Umm, is there something that is wrong?" Then when they tell you, the guys don't really understand what it's like or can't fathom the idea that she has like 75 emotions streaming through her at any one time. The woman should be surprised that they guy even noticed that something was amiss. Can you even imagine trying to justify comprehending 1/4 of that is a large feat, as a guy? This I've come to understand as... and I'll take baby steps... "I'll appreciate that you can handle all that, but don't direct that barrage at me - Please." Never the less, I think I stepped off on a little blip of reality, so, my point is... subtle variations meant to obscure your density make all the difference. Realizing the limits to your personality, or recognition of other people besides yourself,  is another key matter that I won't dive into today. However, just realizing that there is a pandemic of the "failing male intelligence" - SCARES the BEJEEZUS out of me. 

Complimenting someone on the way they look in a picture.

Historically, the picture was induced for the photographer, classic misconception is that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but nevertheless, this common phrase, I think, is often misinterpreted. It should be, beauty is seen through the eyes of the beholder, "but kept in the heart of the photographer to see over and over again". But, seriously, complimenting someone just to compliment them is silly and nonsensical, and one could possibly appreciate a reason for your complimenting them. But without reason, negligence will take it's course, corrupting the thoughts of the dolt and vapid. Even so, this argument to my chagrin is also nonsensical and silly. Who am I to tell someone that they can't compliment someone that is actually worth it, even if it is "simple"? All I can do is shake my head and commit to laughing at them, and turning and walking away. Not to say that people don't like hearing, "Hey, you're hot..." or "Look at you - all cute and sexy"... and not to say that always indirectly directing the words to into a poetic movement is always correct, but I think that a good mesh between the two is an ideal start. I'm not sure if I'm feeling devalued or just think that guys, in general, don't use the intelligence that was afforded them, i.e. Always thinking that the simplest way to get into a woman's heart is always the best way and "simply" complimenting her to compliment her is just a waste of time. Nevertheless, it's neither here nor there, Guys don't understand things they aren't predisposed to acknowledge, and I'm just spouting off things that baffle most of them and wasting my time doing so.

Be that as it may, I see things completely and invariably awkward most of the time... I, either, make things appear more difficult in my head (for the challenge) or blatantly disregard thoughts of anything else except what I think is worth the time to think about. This is me, however, I rarely fail to recognize the advantages of complimenting someone's hard work and diligence, or beauty and self-worth, or character and charms. 

I would rather give a person a compliment - and show them the respect to think about it first. "Simply" because they deserve it.

Dereliction or Devotion?

It's strange what prompts you to think about things that are out of order, likely that these things are often overlooked and seemingly transitive in nature. From the reactions you get from people when using improper demeanor, to observing the processes of an egotist, contemplating the online intricacies of getting a ticket to a movie, to the untimely result of a common mistake uncommonly made then trivialized with a vagrants tongue. So, I pose this question, what is just? What manifests in peoples' minds to breach the etiquette of civilized society? Do you have a moral code? Let's sum it up, darkly, of course, because I can't seem to write anything that's remotely "not not happy"...

In my experience there are people that are going to antagonize, patronize, agonize, terrorize and victimize you... there are people that are going to inhibit, control, hinder, manipulate and forbid you from being yourself. And, those are just the proud ones! Where it goes from there, is only - Hell - for the ones that are directly affected. The course of the world has changed, it [insanity] used to be less scattered, qualified to smaller populations... but within the last 150-200 years, that quality in our 'Human agenda', has spurted in leaps and bounds to be a more social epidemic and coming in more forms. Within the last ten years, [Sadly, I can say this.] I've had the (dis)pleasure of meeting the ugly faces of a pathological liar, a virtually incognito "peach" with cognitive behavioral impairment, dementia (I should give this one a name) and, a neuroticism that once discovered is like a wart, unscrupulous & uncouth, that you just want to decline being entangled with. I ask myself, what was I thinking? Is this really what I wanted to do with my life? How tangible is it, to really understand this?

I've decided not to slander their good names with how they disinfected my life with love, honesty, integrity and happiness (please, for the love of all holy, know I'm being sarcastic)... so, I'll just write about how this person changed my life. Truly, meeting this person was a "blessing". Although, at first, meeting everyone is a stroke of luck, so it's not hard to imagine my sardonic references to how meeting this one of a kind ace, really was.

About nine years ago, I met this person playing at a local gym... I really wasn't that impressed by what they represented or how he carried himself, but the amount of self-inundation of cockiness and arrogance, was like an obscuring, murky mass of blight. Of course, running into him would be unavoidable for a time, as I would be in the area with some friends and we'd go there often to hang out. About a year or two later, fancy that, as fate would have it, the random hero of my story returns, popping up at a bowling alley somewhere around town, meandered over to my lane... he handed me his card and talked to me for a minute in-between frames. Little did I know, that I would be walking into "the lion's den" and wouldn't be allowed to leave until either the Lion were dead or I escaped without my dignity. And for the next eight years, as friendships go, or as "faux-friendships" go, we developed a bond that would appear unshakable. But, like the common cold, unsightly, unseemly and most definitely unjust, his character was coming more and more into focus - the travesty was unraveling and I was it's promoter... Uninformed.

I often spent time around, over, within, at his house, often while his roommate was away and generally before his roommate returned, to tidy up. It seemed as though, whenever something needed to be done, "ring... ring..." there I was to help; Mow the yard, clean up after him, clean the house, etc. I do confess, I was a weaker person than I am now and did things because I thought it was friendly and because I thought this is what friends do. But in my defense, I understand why I am the way I am (and that makes it okay, or not, whatever - at least I know). But, I never complained, just kept helping out, we were friends, right?

Years went by without remembering what you did between the New Year and the "New" year. The people I'd meet & the relationships that I'd make while having a loose agreement with this "friend". I dare say, that the friends I made were directly the result of how many gatherings we had. I've met some of the best friends a person could have at this person's house. Sadly, though, I couldn't keep this friend, as it wasn't to be. This individual was the talk of the town, or so he thought and said he was - always having someone New, Interesting, Provocative, Alluring - over. It was like he was an electromagnet for people that desired attention, to come commiserate at the house, however, the magnet was deadly - emotionally. I think the reason I hung around so much was to figure out who I really was, or if I was anything like him - eight long years of trials and tribulation, ever wondering whether I could fall so low, or if I had, wondering what I would think of myself after the ride was over. I moved in a couple of times, stayed for weeks/months at a time, only to leave in the middle of the night without him finding out until waking from the drunken stupor the night before. I kept denying that this is how it was supposed to be, so I'd continue with this blunder of a friendship, this courtship of my desperate soul, the reckoning of who I am and what I was to become. I'm sure deep down, he knew that I wanted a "REAL" friendship, so, he presented me with something like it, a titillated rendition, a surreal experience of what I thought I wanted - what every guy wants, lots of hot girls around, parties, hanging out with the guys, more girls, more parties... it was to me what Chris Farley was to SNL. And, honestly, I couldn't keep up. I couldn't keep up with the irresponsibility of it all; The late nights, the toll emotionally, the large bruises (you know where), etc. All the while, manipulating me into something or someone that was to be a figment of my imagination. Someone that was just like him, a compadre, a likeness to his scoured heart, someone that needed to appeal to the carnal side of man, the only unbreakable and defensible side - the rage, the hunger, the one that takes. But, after shoveling through all the B.S. and fun, I found out that it wasn't really what I wanted. The truth of the situation was coming out, oozing out, actually. Which was, that I wasn't going down on this sinking ship, not with this person. After so long, the friends we had started disappearing, and the complaints would come out of (what I thought) was nowhere. I was numb to it, how could I figure all this was going on when I'm hearing from my "friend" one story and the other side was mounting a full-scale offensive - and I was the buffer. It'd continue, I'd lose my cool a few times, but ever-patient to exact a tactful recourse to this coup. But, that never came - time had run out for this deal. The meanderings that he thought were so skillfully devised to influence the outcome of his game were falling in around him and I was a pawn - No longer.

Nevertheless, a caboodle of values were taught that I don't think I would have ever learned otherwise, i.e. Don't rely on someone else to make you happy, Don't lie to someone's face and expect them to be happy when they find out that you did that, Clean up after yourself, Roommates don't like it when you're loud and obnoxious, Speak softly, People will steal your "booty" when you're throwing a party at your house, Stand up for yourself, who else is going to?

Surmise this and that, but quantify your thoughts as Boolean characterization...

Adsum...

...when you're happy.

...when you're sad.

...when you're excited.

...when you're restrained.

...when you're having fun.

...when you're heavy hearted.

...when you're in love.

...when you're vengeful.

...when you're hardy.

...when you're debilitated.

...when you're decisive.

...when you're provoked.

...when you're flourishing.

...when you're writhed.

...when you're relieved.

...when you're distraught.

...when you're motivated.

...when you're under-stimulated.

...when you're over-joyed.

...when you're disrespected.

...when you're dutiful.

...when you're contemptuous. 

...when you're civil.

...when you're discourteous.

...when you're vivacious.

...when you're inanimate.

...when you're calculating.

...when you're ingenuous.

...when you're secure.

...when you're vulnerable.

...when you're friendly.

...when you're friendless.

Et tu praebeo...

...when I'm dreaming of a life far from my own.

...when I'm constantly challenged by life's disagreements with my integrity.

...when I'm inconvenienced by a moral dilemna.

...when I'm given lemons, then I say "eff it" and bail.

...when I'm confronted with an issue, then I dominate it, or conversely, failing under trying circumstances and, hopefully, learning from the experience.

...when I'm cuddled by my puppy, only to be confounded when she bombs under the sheets.

...when I'm psyched up, energized and working out.

...when I'm relaxing next to a pool, with a generous beverage of "drink".

...when I'm at the top of a mountain, clearing my head and enjoying nature.

...when I'm in a leisurely position in any comfortable chair or seated and in the upright and locked position with a "can't take my optical orbs away from it" kind of book.

...when I'm bettering myself through tough decisions and learning from people that have made an impact in my life.

...when I don't have to turn to anyone but myself, deferring to my self-respect and accepting that life's treasures are seldom kept but revered while they chose to have you.

...when I contemplated the meaning to life, only to resolve the thought as a "series of complex details, raveled in an unbreakable sequence of coincidence and chance further enhancing the depth by boundless multitudes of simplistic, unheeded decisions", which in turn makes me believe that if you live life to better other peoples lives, your life in turn will be better. 

Bless you, your life, my life and everyone's life that means anything to you. Forgive the transgressions that life has afforded you, for those meaningful life changing events are there because of you and what you needed to learn. For whoever is reading this blog, Thank you. I'm sure in one way or another my life has intersected with yours on multiple levels and if it hasn't, I hope that it will be a pleasant experience. Enjoy your life as if you weren't afforded another one. That in itself, should give you the strength to smile.

Good day.

A convulsion of conundrums...

It is at my immediate attention that "some" people have a hard time understanding what is written in the state of a business/formal letter... in one precise case, a college acceptance letter. Now, don't get me wrong, these things are sometimes "tricky" to read, so forgive me for being so critical. But has society really softened it's grasp on the English language to forego the understanding of words such as "vanity, communion and morale". These meager examples are just a few words I was fortunate enough to "Yolk my lamenting acceptance of the rapid downturn in literal understanding". I mean, it's become common place for younger generations to not even understand simpler words or how to pronounce them. It's becoming frightening... let alone, white-knuckling... for someone to have goals, but not know how to articulate them in a communal setting. For those people that don't understand a word or phrase and actually put the effort into finding out what it means, "I'm elated to know you", but the people that struggle to spell dictionary or even know that a dictionary is the source of finding a meaning to a word. "Seriously, get off your ass - fixate an intelligible thought, process it, send those impulses to your senses and find someone to show you what a dictionary is/how to use it (ask for one for your birthday/Christmas/holiday) and manage to look it up!" I tell you that knowledge is a Socialist ideal, everyone has the power and the intellect to know just about as much as everyone else... Including why I'm being such a pragmatist about this. So, as a person who likes to learn, but doesn't want to pay the true, high cost of "Education"... don't rely on other people to tell you what something means, do something for yourself, learn something, praise yourself and quit playing the victim when someone says, "You're not smart"... because you're only hurting yourself.

And, since I'm on a tangent, I have to make a glorified complaint about those people that purposefully comment on ever little update on Facebook. Specifically, one person, but more-so about the people, in general, that do it all the time. Why is it so important to leave your digital stamp on every piece of information that is thrown your way? Not that I have a problem with showing interest in someone else's antics, mistrials, entertainments, interests, or otherwise similar activities... because i don't. But, the perpetual ejection of "blarf, dissipated nonsense or convoluted dreck" is simultaneously causing me to lose whatever control I have on my cantankerous and epigrammatic ideas, but is also starting to procure a "cataclysmic muscle spasm" sending my arm wildly into the faces of "strangers". And, by strangers, I mean... people that can't illustrate a thought that makes sense, therefore causing CMS (the above condition that I described). Henceforth, I propose a mild act of futility... as I have already consulted a victim of said "abuse of commenting"... Get their attention, let them know that "a comment is a comment, but a bunch of comments is a nuisance", or maybe it's just me and I'm the one with the problem. Which most definitely could be the case, but let's get serious, imagine all the time that you could be doing something else besides squandering your time trying to relate to someone on "all" their comments... trust me, the world is a bigger place, moreso than from the face of your computer.

As with all my pithy and corporeal ideas... argue with me, if you have issues.