Wednesday April the Fourteenth
Contents
-Brief Introspection
-The Oyster
-Strategic Withdraw
-The News Today
Brief Introspection
To me the only difference between thought and speech is volume. Stop talking for a period of time, especially when others might expect you to speak, and you'll feel a weight on your tongue that will grow and grow. The silence grow harder and harder to maintain, or to break, depending on your perspective as the delay puts more and more weight and significance on the next words to leave your mouth, or on the urge to say something, anything.
It's the same with these journals I think. The longer I wait to write a new entry the higher my expectations become for what I have yet to write ("Surely I have more to say than that..." and "I'll wait a little longer to collect my thoughts, I don't have the time to write a proper entry right now" I think to myself). The cycle is broken by something outside of it, as usual, in this case my desire to avoid a certain housemate suits fine as inspiration to hide behind my keyboard and tap away. While this may be good for the freshness of my journal it's bad for my spirit, for I feel like a oyster in a shell surrounded by hungry sea creatures, waiting for me to exit my armored shell of a room.
The Oyster
(The main purpose of this article is to allow me to vent my position on things which most of you know nothing about, feel free to skip, It's significance is mostly personal)
This is a long story that I will make brief, I share it with great reluctance, for I truly despise unnecessary expositions of personal woe (Drama, if you will). So I will keep it short, to the point, and without despair.
Due to circumstances I created via my own self destructive nature, I'm soon to be evicted from my house, by a vocal minority. The issue at hand is that in my past I haven't been so hot at keeping up with my house work (cleaning and what not) and although I've changed my ways over the last month and a half, and earned the respect of most of my housemates, there are some that would like to see the system be upheld, and for no pardons to be issued.
Currently there exists one last chance for me to appeal my situation, which I'm trying hard to do, out of pride I think. It'd probably would have been best for me to cut my ties long ago, but the fool knight pride in me seeks to win the day.
Strategic Withdraw
(cont. from 4/4)
Sir, I'm here to report our forces have determined the target no longer worthy of our continued involvement in the theater, It is my humble recommendation that we withdraw from continued engagement without delay. Our sincere thanks to Comrade Flipp for his comments of solidarity, and our best wishes to him in his new strategic alliance.
It is the opinion of this General that new territory (www.okcupid.com really cool matchmaking site. annoyance and cost free, I'm Undead_Romeo on it) might be worthy of prolonged investigation.
{End of romantic pursuit action report by Cmdr. Philosotech}
And Finally, The News Today
The Translation of Strategic Withdraw of course, is that the date I mentioned in my last entry didn't exactly go as well as hoped, to put things lightly. This is going to be another abbreviated exposition of personal woe. Boy meets girl on yahoo, Boy and Girl meet for coffee, Boy pursues Girl, Girl has no interest in Boy but avoids saying this whenever issue is brought up, Girl meets Boy's Brother's Roommate on OkCupid and creates a situation bizarre enough to rival any soap opera, Boy shrugs, realizes he's been very singleminded in his pursuit, and moves on. The Silver lining is that I wouldn't have joined that site if not for this, and although it's frustrating to feel mislead and used, at least we've both figured out (She doesn't really see me as a potential "boyfriend" and I had blinded myself to things about her that would truly annoy me in time) we are not a terribly great match anyway.
good news:
My car is fixed, in that, It runs well enough and I'm not putting any more money into it at the moment.
bad news:
I lost my job, well, I know where it is, they just don't want me to go in anymore.
both good and bad news:
I enjoy not having to go to work every day quite a bit.
Thanks for your comments, RoseMarie Germany MNProgRock and flipp. You're all cool in my book. Stay tuned for another entry in the Invisible Lawrence saga, and other adventures of Philosotech coming soon.
-Philos
Contents
-Brief Introspection
-The Oyster
-Strategic Withdraw
-The News Today
Brief Introspection
To me the only difference between thought and speech is volume. Stop talking for a period of time, especially when others might expect you to speak, and you'll feel a weight on your tongue that will grow and grow. The silence grow harder and harder to maintain, or to break, depending on your perspective as the delay puts more and more weight and significance on the next words to leave your mouth, or on the urge to say something, anything.
It's the same with these journals I think. The longer I wait to write a new entry the higher my expectations become for what I have yet to write ("Surely I have more to say than that..." and "I'll wait a little longer to collect my thoughts, I don't have the time to write a proper entry right now" I think to myself). The cycle is broken by something outside of it, as usual, in this case my desire to avoid a certain housemate suits fine as inspiration to hide behind my keyboard and tap away. While this may be good for the freshness of my journal it's bad for my spirit, for I feel like a oyster in a shell surrounded by hungry sea creatures, waiting for me to exit my armored shell of a room.
The Oyster
(The main purpose of this article is to allow me to vent my position on things which most of you know nothing about, feel free to skip, It's significance is mostly personal)
This is a long story that I will make brief, I share it with great reluctance, for I truly despise unnecessary expositions of personal woe (Drama, if you will). So I will keep it short, to the point, and without despair.
Due to circumstances I created via my own self destructive nature, I'm soon to be evicted from my house, by a vocal minority. The issue at hand is that in my past I haven't been so hot at keeping up with my house work (cleaning and what not) and although I've changed my ways over the last month and a half, and earned the respect of most of my housemates, there are some that would like to see the system be upheld, and for no pardons to be issued.
Currently there exists one last chance for me to appeal my situation, which I'm trying hard to do, out of pride I think. It'd probably would have been best for me to cut my ties long ago, but the fool knight pride in me seeks to win the day.
Strategic Withdraw
(cont. from 4/4)
Sir, I'm here to report our forces have determined the target no longer worthy of our continued involvement in the theater, It is my humble recommendation that we withdraw from continued engagement without delay. Our sincere thanks to Comrade Flipp for his comments of solidarity, and our best wishes to him in his new strategic alliance.
It is the opinion of this General that new territory (www.okcupid.com really cool matchmaking site. annoyance and cost free, I'm Undead_Romeo on it) might be worthy of prolonged investigation.
{End of romantic pursuit action report by Cmdr. Philosotech}
And Finally, The News Today
The Translation of Strategic Withdraw of course, is that the date I mentioned in my last entry didn't exactly go as well as hoped, to put things lightly. This is going to be another abbreviated exposition of personal woe. Boy meets girl on yahoo, Boy and Girl meet for coffee, Boy pursues Girl, Girl has no interest in Boy but avoids saying this whenever issue is brought up, Girl meets Boy's Brother's Roommate on OkCupid and creates a situation bizarre enough to rival any soap opera, Boy shrugs, realizes he's been very singleminded in his pursuit, and moves on. The Silver lining is that I wouldn't have joined that site if not for this, and although it's frustrating to feel mislead and used, at least we've both figured out (She doesn't really see me as a potential "boyfriend" and I had blinded myself to things about her that would truly annoy me in time) we are not a terribly great match anyway.
good news:
My car is fixed, in that, It runs well enough and I'm not putting any more money into it at the moment.
bad news:
I lost my job, well, I know where it is, they just don't want me to go in anymore.
both good and bad news:
I enjoy not having to go to work every day quite a bit.
Thanks for your comments, RoseMarie Germany MNProgRock and flipp. You're all cool in my book. Stay tuned for another entry in the Invisible Lawrence saga, and other adventures of Philosotech coming soon.
-Philos
texas:
that sucks about your job. this is the worst town to be in if you need a job. good luck.