Blogging

Yes, I'm going to write (another?) post on blogging, and mostly how pointless it can become.  I'm not just saying this because I'm not too fond of writing these.  Mostly, it's my boredom after reading other people's blogs.  Here's the deal.  If you come to me with problems, I'll be glad to talk and mostly listen to what you have to say.  Other than that odd feeling to tell everyone about your problems, blogging's not going to help solve them.  Sorry, but that's the way it is.  You're just putting it out there for people to read, which then causes them to think that your life is depressing.  That's not what you want, is it?  I hope not.  The opposite is true for Facebook.  It's just a place for you to post about how great your life is.  Which then leads to everyone thinking that they have the worst life.  Once again, pointless.  Now for admitting that sometimes people say insightful things while blogging.  Actually, "sometimes" isn't the best adjective.  The best adjective to use would be "rarely."  Those special times that people say something truly insightful, I will bet you that same thing would have come up in conversation if you just talked to them.  Plus, no one has ever put an insightful statement on Facebook.  Period.  Heck, this blog is about as pointless as they come and I feel free to admit it.  I've tried once to twice to make my blog serious, but there just aren't enough good ideas in the world to write about when you write every time you have class.  I feel like I need to be inspired when I create art, and writing can fall into the category of art at times.  Of course, I would have an idea for a real, inspired blog at the moment I'm complaining of never having one.  Maybe I'll write two blogs today.  However, my point still stands.  Blogging is generally pointless.

Wisdom Teeth

Yep, I got mine cut out over the break.  Tuesday, specifically.  It wasn't bad.  I might as well tell the story from the start.  I went into the room where they had the oddly comfortable chair.  The nurses cordially greeted me and sat me down in the chair where they began to hook up the monitoring equipment.  Then they began the anesthesia which was administered through the needle.  This was sort of dumb.  They stuck the needle in, and told me that it wasn't in correctly.  So instead of taking the needle out and reinserting it, they flicked my vein.  About twenty times.  I'm not a nurse, but that just seems dumb.  They finally decided to take it out and reinsert it. They also didn't give me enough, evidenced by the fact that I woke up during surgery.  Not only did I wake up, I felt them break my tooth.  I felt it.  The next day is pretty typical.  I went home, put more gauze in, took a Loritab, etc.  The next day I decided to not take any pain medication and go out with my friends.  I was totally fine.  It took me until 11 o'clock at night to crash and take an Advil.  Overall, that was the worst of it.  Getting your wisdom teeth cut out isn't that bad.  Actually, I enjoyed it.  I had these enormous chipmunk cheeks on my skinny body.  That was amazing.  I went to church with them and they helped to spark a conversation with my future prom date.  To be honest, I sort of wish my cheeks stayed like that.  It was a good look for me.

Confusion

A person's teenage years are always a time of enormous confusion.  Most attempt to attribute this fact to teenager hormones, but I really don't think that's the whole reason.  Really, this is just a time where most people are just trying to figure out who they are and who they want to become, both what they're going to do with their life and how their personality is going to be.  For the most part, the thought about what kind of person you want to be is the real cause of the confusion.  Right now I'm actually making a lot of choices and solidifying them.  Sometimes though, I have no clue which way to go.  I can't tell the consequences of my choices because I've never had to make them before.  It's all a guess and you can't just rewind time to fix what you've done.  That's definitely the worst part.  As an adult, you really have had a lot of experience and based on the odds have made many bad choices.  You already know the consequences.  But as a teenager, it's just too much guessing for me.  Also, in finding who you are, your relationships with other people change all the time.  Looking back on the past few years, it's pretty comical how they change.  In conclusion, the hardest choices are the ones you've never made before. 

Something to Think About

One day, a man named Garrett decided to swing with his eyes closed while thinking.  During this time of intense brain activity, he imagined that the tree that we see above ground is only the roots, and that the real tree which houses most of the life of the world is underground in the roots, which we've never bothered to dig up and check out.  This put me in a philosophical mood today.  What if nothing is as it seems?  I'm not talking hypothetical, but if everything humans have figured out by themselves is wrong.  Since we base new facts on old ones, it's entirely possible.  If we were even slightly wrong on the original observations, it throws off the rest of the facts we've ever thought to have "known".  How crazy is that? 

Food Memory

My food memory is with Durian Candy.  My love/hate relationship for the candy started like any other white day would.  That is, until I walked into Mr. Yeiser’s room.  I was quite curious what a mysterious brown powder with chunks was in a plastic container.  I asked Mr. Yeiser and Mr. May, and their only answer was to smell it.  This marks one of the stupidest decisions I’ve made.  I actually smelled it.  The smell can only be described as eating pig manure and a gym sock garnished with turpentine.  I promise, it really is that bad.  As any teenager would, I wanted my friends to experience the death-in-a-can.  This is where my love for the candy started.  Their initial reactions were some of the funniest I’ve ever seen.  Then came the time where we were to taste it.  Imagine the smell, and then double the nastiness.  This is only because if you devour a piece of this candy, you’ll be burping it up for a few hours.  I’m not kidding.  I was so astounded by the vile taste that Alex and I decided to drive to an Asian market in Evansville just to procure a few bags of the stuff.  The trip itself is another story, although it adds to the memory.  Long story short, we arrived at the Asian market and saw raw fish heads and raw beef in ice along with some of the strangest foods and fruits we’ve ever laid eyes on.  On the way back, we also drove about 30 miles too far one way and had to turn around and come back.  Ever since, we’ve been trying to get people to try the candy with varying degrees of success.  The reactions so far have easily outweighed the time we spent and the gas we burned.  In fact, only one person has ever liked the candy, which was Dallas.  She’s just crazy.

A Change

From this point on, I'd really like to write only insightful things.  I've been reading Ramblings of a High School Junior which motivated me.  I'm tired of rambling on for hours about what I had to eat that day.  Today, the perfect personality seems like a good place to start.  First of all, people always think that the person they're dating, maybe even their husband or wife, is absolutely perfect for them.  Sadly, it isn't always the case.  It could just be that the person is a great match for them and it's so unlikely to find anyone better.  Or maybe they're not a match at all.  Feelings can really hide a person's flaws.  Of course, that has its ups and downs.  If you're always looking for the perfect person with the perfect personality, well, good luck with that.  I'm just looking for a person that I really get along with, love talking to, and is just a generally cool person.  Speaking of the personality, there are a few musts for me.  First, they have to be somewhat of a dork.  They can look as cool as they want, but they need to have some quirks.  Quirks make a relationship much more enjoyable.  Second, they can't take life too seriously.  It's fine to have serious moments, but they can't be serious all the time.  Next, they have to have pretty good morals.  I really do understand that everyone has a past, and I like to think that I'm pretty accepting of it.  I try to focus on the present and the future.  So if they've improved their morals, they still have a shot with me.  I'm not pretending to be perfect either.  In fact, I just hate my personality for some reason.  Thought I'd throw that in there to show that I'm not looking at everyone from my high horse.  I would say I probably make more mistakes than most.  The perfect personality for everyone is different, of course.  When you think about it, there are probably quite a few pretty great personalities out there.  But none are perfect to me. 

Are Some People Just Too Happy?

Some people seem to think so.  And for being that happy, others try to down them as often as possible.  That's something I don't understand.  Why wouldn't you want to learn from someone like that?  I understand that they may be hiding whatever is wrong, but at the very least they can still have fun while doing it.  Basically, I see it as a person making the choice of whether they want to be happy or not.  No offense, but you're just dumb if you choose anything other than being happy.  I also understand that it's impossible to be happy in some situations, but in the vast majority it's not too hard.  Besides, seeing you smile may just make someone's day better.  At least, it usually has that affect on me.  I guess I just prefer to be around people who at least attempt to be happy.  Like I said, choosing anything else is just dumb.