I have realized that there are two main categories to divide everything that someone does, thinks, or says. The categories are "Logic" and "Emotion."
Everyone tries to think logically, instead of senseless.
It's the logical thinkers who built Rome, created the internet, and put man on the moon.
It's the emotional thinkers who had sex and gave birth to those logical ones.
It's a never ending battle between logic and emotion.
Logic lets you survive, but Emotion lets you live.
No one can ever live and be completely logical. That person is a robot
But no one can ever survive and be completely emotional. That person would probably run into traffic.
An educated person has logically concluded that to optimize their life to the fullest extents, they must only think logically in every situation, 100%. They're too smart for their own good...
This, however, will not allow the person to be happy. Yes, happy. An emotion. How can a logical person allow emotion to infect their plan for a logical life? Simple. We are not robots. We are human. Regardless to how much the logical thinkers hate hearing it, we are still human beings. We are incapable of programming ourselves to be completely efficient. We are still infected by the same emotions that an average twelve-year-old girl has. Although the logical thinkers are capable of suppressing some of the more unnecessary emotions, like rage, gluttony, jealousy, sadness, ect.
But sooner or later, the logical thinker will come across a situation that would make a computer start to buzz and screech "ERROR," something that just doesn't fit in a nice pattern of Zeros and Ones.
The rational thinker.. comes across Love. Maybe not love as in true love, maybe just lust, or 'liking someone' or whatever. If the logical thinker comes across such a situation, they are stumped. They have no files in their databanks to handle this new influx of raw data.
Then, suddenly, the heart, or 'emotion' jumps in to try to handle the situation.
The logical thinker can either allow this, or continue to try and maintain situation logically.
It is impossible to attempt to keep a logical mind in an emotional situation such as this.
The brick wall of reason is not the logical reaction to the open arms of love.
The emotional part of the brain continues to try to take over the situation. It knows what to do, and how to steer the person in the right direction. Continuing to ignore the emotional thoughts may lead to confusion on what to do next, or a belief that the 'emotional' thoughts being had are 'bad.'
The unfortunate result to the Rational thinker...
But then, simple. We think logically, and then whenever we get confused, we get emotional, right?
No. That's the philosophy of a Sixth-Grader.
One must create a balance of logic and emotion to be truly happy. They must always keep their emotions in check, but not completely caged up. Emotions are useful from time to time. Shocking. And thinking with pure logic only leads down bad roads. Have you ever seen the movie iRobot? Yeah, that's what'll happen.
Vicki the Robo-brain: "My Logic is undeniable."
Will Smith: "You have so got to die."
I know first hand what it's like dealing with both kinds of people, one of my parents is a logical thinker, and one of my parents is an emotional thinker. The logical one usually gets his way, since he evokes reason in the argument that she cannot deny. This works most of the time. Then, other times, all she has to do is delve into her emotional thought processor and make her emotions apparent, and she will get her way easily. The logical thing is to let the emotional one have what she wants, to lower the risk of further emotional trauma.
Sometimes, he, the emotional thinker, doesn't budge so easily, resulting in, what we'd like to call, a fight.*
*I may or may not have swapped him/her to keep the true identity of the parents hidden.
There are serious problems that people have when they can't properly balance their feelings with their logic. Various things can occur. The person may go into s temper tantrum, the person may go into the "I don't know" phase, where the battle of logic and emotion reaches its peak. People generally enter this phase when they are thinking about Love, and the things surrounding Love. People attempt to put logic into Love, the one place that logic does not belong.
A man hops on a plane to go hundreds, if not thousands of miles to visit his ill mother. There is no calculated logic in the reasoning of these actions. The actions are based on Love.
You know that phrase "the heart wants what it wants"? Well that's translated into "My emotional processors have overridden the logical ones and have now exclaimed that they desire something that logically makes little to no sense." Roles off the tongue, yes?
The important thing to note is that if you reach a phase of continually repeating "I don't know" about something having to do with a boy or a girl or a man or a woman or whatever, the 'logical' thing to do, is to divert the logic receptors in your processor, and allow the emotion program to start controlling the situation.
THE Æ has SPOKEN!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Alex Goes to Ohio; Writes a blog about it.
Part One: Friday
My dad got us tickets to the OSU-Minnesota game a month ago, and this weekend, we flew up to Ohio. Before we hopped onto the plane, I went to the crappy convenient-store type place at the airport where the gates are, after you go through security. My DSi is dead and my iPod is at home, so I figure why not find the book I really want to read, Jane Austen and Seth IDRC's Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Unfortunately, this crapshack excuse for a bookstore did not have the book, it did however have Glenn Beck's new piece of kindling. Instead, I select a book that I saw an aquaintance read, and enjoy, about a year prior. I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, by Tucker Max. I start reading it on the plane, and immediately realize the graphic nature of this literature. It is, in short, about a guy telling stories of his life of being an alcoholic man-whore. It is rather entertaining, although I refuse to allow my father to even look at the book, because I knew he'd start lecturing me about it being vile filth.
We land in Ohio, meet my grandparents, have dinner, and go to their house. They live in one of the smallest towns I have ever seen. It has one single stop light, and a McDonalds. That's.About.It.
Part Two: Game Day (Saturday)
Now, I have never lived in Ohio for more than like two weeks, and that's only because I was on an extended vacation, because my life is oh so hard. My father, however, has successfully brainwashed me, since birth, to like, and support Ohio State over any other team. And when I go into full on support mode, it means red. and lots of it. I have collected a full on costume of Ohio State clothing and accessories ranging from Ohio State underwear, to a wrist band that says 'Beat Michigan,' to Ohio State socks that go up to my mid-shin, to an Ohio State blanket that I use as a cape. I, of course, wear all of these things along with everything else Ohio State except for my Jeans. My favorite part of the outfit is the socks that I wear with my Ohio State flip flops. Sounds like a good idea, sort of, but add in the 49 degree weather with a wind chill of the last layer of Hell, and you get some problems...
We arrive in Columbus and find parking in some company's parking lot with a man in front collecting money to let us park. Not uncommon on game day. However, this man appeared as if his last warm meal was in a soup kitchen and that his favorite sport is to sit on a corner with a paper cup filled with nickles! (For those of you who don't understand what I'm saying, he appears to be a bum)
We give him the fifteen, yes FIFTEEN dollars to park there, and he gives us a ticket that could have been bought at a staples no less than a day ago. I smelled a scam, which, if it was, I would have applauded the man for such a successful plot to get money, and would have gladly bought him a hot dog, or some shampoo...
I look around as we walk, seeing everybody wearing their OSU clothing. Generally when i wear the full outfit, I feel rather out of place, especially when you live in (State far form Ohio) when everybody supports (Football team that Ohio State lost to a few years ago) However, even though I'm redder than an apple, feel at home. Although I am the only one at the game wearing flip-flops. Force of habit I guess...
We walk to the Horse Shoe (The Ohio State football Stadium) and take our seats. This, however, was quite difficult since we were ion the C deck in the nose bleeds and there was a line for the elevator filled with old people. The game begins..There is a Sea of Scarlet and Gray..The kickoff..ooooooooOOOOOOOO O-H-I-O!!
The first half is a bit of a drag, but when that second half came, Tressel turned them all into a higher gear, because they just creamed em! The final score was 38-7. It would have been a shut out, but the Golden Gophers manage to make a touchdown late in the fourth. We watch the band do script Ohio, and walk back to the car. We get to stop by a book store so I can buy my own copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. We get back to the car, and go back to my grandparents' house. My sister(3) and her boyfriend Brett have driven up here from Virginia, or wherever they live. Brett separated his shoulder playing touch football with a team that's filled bunch of girls. He is thus renamed Brettany. (Clever, no?)
We eat dinner, and play some Blokus. (For those of you who don't know what Blokus is, figure it out.) After slaughtering everyone, we all head in, and I keep reading my book. It makes me want to become a cocky a**hole, but then I realize...I'm already a cocky a**hole... oh well...
Part three: Alex gets hit in the face with a football; hilarity ensues.
I get home, go out to eat with my parents, aunt, and uncle. I take S with me to Frizbee. I want to date her but I'm stuck in the friend zone...typical...
We're playing football, i'm on defense guarding a guy, i know the ball is getting thrown to him, i put my hands in front of his, and BAM! ball hits me right on the right side of my eye. It sucks but I'm not a pansy. I get laughed at for the rest of the game, and the rest of the time there. Idc.
I'm done with this blog
-Æ
My dad got us tickets to the OSU-Minnesota game a month ago, and this weekend, we flew up to Ohio. Before we hopped onto the plane, I went to the crappy convenient-store type place at the airport where the gates are, after you go through security. My DSi is dead and my iPod is at home, so I figure why not find the book I really want to read, Jane Austen and Seth IDRC's Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Unfortunately, this crapshack excuse for a bookstore did not have the book, it did however have Glenn Beck's new piece of kindling. Instead, I select a book that I saw an aquaintance read, and enjoy, about a year prior. I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, by Tucker Max. I start reading it on the plane, and immediately realize the graphic nature of this literature. It is, in short, about a guy telling stories of his life of being an alcoholic man-whore. It is rather entertaining, although I refuse to allow my father to even look at the book, because I knew he'd start lecturing me about it being vile filth.
We land in Ohio, meet my grandparents, have dinner, and go to their house. They live in one of the smallest towns I have ever seen. It has one single stop light, and a McDonalds. That's.About.It.
Part Two: Game Day (Saturday)
Now, I have never lived in Ohio for more than like two weeks, and that's only because I was on an extended vacation, because my life is oh so hard. My father, however, has successfully brainwashed me, since birth, to like, and support Ohio State over any other team. And when I go into full on support mode, it means red. and lots of it. I have collected a full on costume of Ohio State clothing and accessories ranging from Ohio State underwear, to a wrist band that says 'Beat Michigan,' to Ohio State socks that go up to my mid-shin, to an Ohio State blanket that I use as a cape. I, of course, wear all of these things along with everything else Ohio State except for my Jeans. My favorite part of the outfit is the socks that I wear with my Ohio State flip flops. Sounds like a good idea, sort of, but add in the 49 degree weather with a wind chill of the last layer of Hell, and you get some problems...
We arrive in Columbus and find parking in some company's parking lot with a man in front collecting money to let us park. Not uncommon on game day. However, this man appeared as if his last warm meal was in a soup kitchen and that his favorite sport is to sit on a corner with a paper cup filled with nickles! (For those of you who don't understand what I'm saying, he appears to be a bum)
We give him the fifteen, yes FIFTEEN dollars to park there, and he gives us a ticket that could have been bought at a staples no less than a day ago. I smelled a scam, which, if it was, I would have applauded the man for such a successful plot to get money, and would have gladly bought him a hot dog, or some shampoo...
I look around as we walk, seeing everybody wearing their OSU clothing. Generally when i wear the full outfit, I feel rather out of place, especially when you live in (State far form Ohio) when everybody supports (Football team that Ohio State lost to a few years ago) However, even though I'm redder than an apple, feel at home. Although I am the only one at the game wearing flip-flops. Force of habit I guess...
We walk to the Horse Shoe (The Ohio State football Stadium) and take our seats. This, however, was quite difficult since we were ion the C deck in the nose bleeds and there was a line for the elevator filled with old people. The game begins..There is a Sea of Scarlet and Gray..The kickoff..ooooooooOOOOOOOO O-H-I-O!!
The first half is a bit of a drag, but when that second half came, Tressel turned them all into a higher gear, because they just creamed em! The final score was 38-7. It would have been a shut out, but the Golden Gophers manage to make a touchdown late in the fourth. We watch the band do script Ohio, and walk back to the car. We get to stop by a book store so I can buy my own copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. We get back to the car, and go back to my grandparents' house. My sister(3) and her boyfriend Brett have driven up here from Virginia, or wherever they live. Brett separated his shoulder playing touch football with a team that's filled bunch of girls. He is thus renamed Brettany. (Clever, no?)
We eat dinner, and play some Blokus. (For those of you who don't know what Blokus is, figure it out.) After slaughtering everyone, we all head in, and I keep reading my book. It makes me want to become a cocky a**hole, but then I realize...I'm already a cocky a**hole... oh well...
Part three: Alex gets hit in the face with a football; hilarity ensues.
I get home, go out to eat with my parents, aunt, and uncle. I take S with me to Frizbee. I want to date her but I'm stuck in the friend zone...typical...
We're playing football, i'm on defense guarding a guy, i know the ball is getting thrown to him, i put my hands in front of his, and BAM! ball hits me right on the right side of my eye. It sucks but I'm not a pansy. I get laughed at for the rest of the game, and the rest of the time there. Idc.
I'm done with this blog
-Æ
Monday, October 5, 2009
Observations
My toilet makes a high-pitched squeal after every flush
I lost my DSi charger
If I'm on the internet, and my dad gets on the internet on his computer, my computer gets slow and pissy
If I took every article of clothing and every hanger in this house, I would have twice as many hangers as clothing
I'm a professional at loosing things
My doctor has it out for me
Insurance companies hate diving boards
Both me and my father are terrible artists
I'm surprised to hear the school band thinks I'm gay when I've dated 4 girls from it.
Ultimate Frizbee should be an Olympic sport
Americans hate terrorism but support a flag that symbolizes a war that has killed more Americans than all of the other American wars combined
Compulsive buying is the only mental disorder that can help the nation's economy
Children can never not be bored
Facebook is more addicting than methamphetamine
Shay Pringle still owes me pictures from Freshman year
My last name is a city in Germany
Somewhere in my back yard, my Barney lays buried
One who repeats the same phrases over and over is called crazy,
If one has students in front of him and repeats the same phrases over and over is called Magister
Google's "Did you mean" feature has increased my spelling ability ten fold...or perhaps it has decreased it...
I do not intend on taking another online class for the rest of my life as long as ANGEL Learning is the site I must use
By thinking of M, I succeed in giving myself a stomach ache...by mere thought
I probably have a greater carbon footprint than my friends
I was taught that the Tooth-Fairy is an balding fat guy that lives in New Jersey who takes your teeth and uses them to make toilets
I don't remember ever going a full week without eating something with the word "pizza" in it
Mein Deutch ist nicht sehr gut, aber Ich leibe dich
The capitol of Burkina Faso is Ouagadougou, pronounced /ˌwɑːɡəˈduːɡuː/,
The Simpson's is starting to get old
And this blog is too... goodbye.
I lost my DSi charger
If I'm on the internet, and my dad gets on the internet on his computer, my computer gets slow and pissy
If I took every article of clothing and every hanger in this house, I would have twice as many hangers as clothing
I'm a professional at loosing things
My doctor has it out for me
Insurance companies hate diving boards
Both me and my father are terrible artists
I'm surprised to hear the school band thinks I'm gay when I've dated 4 girls from it.
Ultimate Frizbee should be an Olympic sport
Americans hate terrorism but support a flag that symbolizes a war that has killed more Americans than all of the other American wars combined
Compulsive buying is the only mental disorder that can help the nation's economy
Children can never not be bored
Facebook is more addicting than methamphetamine
Shay Pringle still owes me pictures from Freshman year
My last name is a city in Germany
Somewhere in my back yard, my Barney lays buried
One who repeats the same phrases over and over is called crazy,
If one has students in front of him and repeats the same phrases over and over is called Magister
Google's "Did you mean" feature has increased my spelling ability ten fold...or perhaps it has decreased it...
I do not intend on taking another online class for the rest of my life as long as ANGEL Learning is the site I must use
By thinking of M, I succeed in giving myself a stomach ache...by mere thought
I probably have a greater carbon footprint than my friends
I was taught that the Tooth-Fairy is an balding fat guy that lives in New Jersey who takes your teeth and uses them to make toilets
I don't remember ever going a full week without eating something with the word "pizza" in it
Mein Deutch ist nicht sehr gut, aber Ich leibe dich
The capitol of Burkina Faso is Ouagadougou, pronounced /ˌwɑːɡəˈduːɡuː/,
The Simpson's is starting to get old
And this blog is too... goodbye.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Snot nose
I've been needing to update this, so I am, (obviously)
Well. I've got a cold. So that sucks. I also broke up with the french girl. Reason? She was just...annoying. My mother says I'm heartless. She, however, has forgotten that I am nearly, and can run my own love life. She has decided to turn all my sisters and my cousin against me and have them call me a terrible person.
But anyway... So now I'm 'single'
I'll give you more info on a later post.
Right now I'm watching Lady Gaga on SNL singing Poker Face via piano. She's a weird little transvestite, isn't she?
I should be doing my online classes right now...too bad I'm really lazy...
I apologize for the lack of a good story for this post. My illness has killed my memory glands.
OoH! I remember what I did today!
I want to a swim meet!
That's right, I'm on the swim team at my school. I'm only good at the 50 freestyle. Sometimes the 100 freestyle...
But I AM the fastest 50 freestyler on the team. My fastest time being 24.13 seconds. Hopefully I will beat that in a few weeks. I'll let ya know. Btw, we won the meet.
What else is happening? Oh! I visited MLA, well, she visited me at the swim meet. Then we walked around town for a while... I'll finish the story later...
I named this "Snot nose" because that's what I have right now. TMA, right?
Update on BFT: So i talked it out with P and it's cool now with us 2. Always a good thing.
Also, sometimes I go through my old posts and change them a little bit, so you aren't going crazy.
-Æ
Well. I've got a cold. So that sucks. I also broke up with the french girl. Reason? She was just...annoying. My mother says I'm heartless. She, however, has forgotten that I am nearly
But anyway... So now I'm 'single'
I'll give you more info on a later post.
Right now I'm watching Lady Gaga on SNL singing Poker Face via piano. She's a weird little transvestite, isn't she?
I should be doing my online classes right now...too bad I'm really lazy...
I apologize for the lack of a good story for this post. My illness has killed my memory glands.
OoH! I remember what I did today!
I want to a swim meet!
That's right, I'm on the swim team at my school. I'm only good at the 50 freestyle. Sometimes the 100 freestyle...
But I AM the fastest 50 freestyler on the team. My fastest time being 24.13 seconds. Hopefully I will beat that in a few weeks. I'll let ya know. Btw, we won the meet.
What else is happening? Oh! I visited MLA, well, she visited me at the swim meet. Then we walked around town for a while... I'll finish the story later...
I named this "Snot nose" because that's what I have right now. TMA, right?
Update on BFT: So i talked it out with P and it's cool now with us 2. Always a good thing.
Also, sometimes I go through my old posts and change them a little bit, so you aren't going crazy.
-Æ
Sunday, September 20, 2009
School on a Monday?
I'm in Virginia!
I went to South Carolina to see my uncle, and have him do my senior pictures. I am SO good looking...
And now I'm in Richmond visiting sister #3. I'm watching some Sunday NFL.
I don't like professional football. I like college football, but not the NFL, and I think i figured out why...
1: These people get paid nearly 1,000,000 dollars a YEAR! They, however, only provide entertainment, and don't contribute to society except to entertain. They, however, are not in the same boat as Movie Stars, because movies, and some actors, actually contribute to society.
2: Professional football players don't do anything with their lives except play football, but they still end up millionaires. Stupid, muscular, undeserving millionaires. When we have teachers that can barely support themselves.
3: It's just...guh...Idk. I just don't like it. They're all old and run slowly...
So since I'm in Virginia, and that's 12 hours away from home, I'll be missing Monday. This'll be the 3rd Monday of no school for me. Last weekend was a teacher's thing, and the week before that was Labor Day. Hence the name.
I went to the doctor's a few days ago because I have a cough that sounds like a dog bark. It shakes the windows and disturbs all of my classes when I do it. All of the kids look at me and think that I deliberately cough that loud. I don't.
The doctor just so happens to be MLA's father. He doesn't like me at all, and made it known when I was there...I'd tell more but I'm really lazy...
Update on M: I found out that she didn't delete her Facebook, as I thought... She actually blocked me... Like I originally thought... Lovely. My plan might be to mail her a letter... I have from a source that she might be coming around and might actually talk to me again. Hopefully....
I went to South Carolina to see my uncle, and have him do my senior pictures. I am SO good looking...
And now I'm in Richmond visiting sister #3. I'm watching some Sunday NFL.
I don't like professional football. I like college football, but not the NFL, and I think i figured out why...
1: These people get paid nearly 1,000,000 dollars a YEAR! They, however, only provide entertainment, and don't contribute to society except to entertain. They, however, are not in the same boat as Movie Stars, because movies, and some actors, actually contribute to society.
2: Professional football players don't do anything with their lives except play football, but they still end up millionaires. Stupid, muscular, undeserving millionaires. When we have teachers that can barely support themselves.
3: It's just...guh...Idk. I just don't like it. They're all old and run slowly...
So since I'm in Virginia, and that's 12 hours away from home, I'll be missing Monday. This'll be the 3rd Monday of no school for me. Last weekend was a teacher's thing, and the week before that was Labor Day. Hence the name.
I went to the doctor's a few days ago because I have a cough that sounds like a dog bark. It shakes the windows and disturbs all of my classes when I do it. All of the kids look at me and think that I deliberately cough that loud. I don't.
The doctor just so happens to be MLA's father. He doesn't like me at all, and made it known when I was there...I'd tell more but I'm really lazy...
Update on M: I found out that she didn't delete her Facebook, as I thought... She actually blocked me... Like I originally thought... Lovely. My plan might be to mail her a letter... I have from a source that she might be coming around and might actually talk to me again. Hopefully....
Saturday, September 12, 2009
College (not deep)
1/3rd of the way through a 3-day weekend.
It's a college weekend. I'm at FSU.
"Where all of your dreams will come true!"
They beat JSU 19-9. Sounds good right?
They did terrible. Everything went wrong. It was incredibly lucky that they won.
I saw my friend who's in the FSU band. She could have kicked better than the FSU kicker.
OSU lost. Unsurprising. But still depressing.
Michigan beat #18 Notre Dame!
Today, when the sun comes up, I'm gonna get a tour of campus. Should be fun.
Monday, I get to see sister #1 in action at her high school teaching math!
Every period, I'm gonna change my story of where I came from...
Alaska...
Canada...
Germany maybe? I can't do a German accent.
I have a cough that breaks windows and makes dogs howl. People mistake it for a sneeze.
Should be fun...
Then I go see MLA at her college!!
Should be fun.
Too bad her college sucks and I'm not even allowed in her room.
Then home. Swim meet Tuesday. Exciting indeed.
Update on Big Fat Truck: I'm contemplating whether I should call P and talk to him man-to-man about what I think and what he thinks. It'd be the adult thing to do...
Update on M: since BFT happened, I've been thinking of fixing that problem a little sooner than planned, since now I sit near her at lunch, which, you know, kills me slowly. But I still don't know what to do...
-Æ
It's a college weekend. I'm at FSU.
"Where all of your dreams will come true!"
They beat JSU 19-9. Sounds good right?
They did terrible. Everything went wrong. It was incredibly lucky that they won.
I saw my friend who's in the FSU band. She could have kicked better than the FSU kicker.
OSU lost. Unsurprising. But still depressing.
Michigan beat #18 Notre Dame!
Today, when the sun comes up, I'm gonna get a tour of campus. Should be fun.
Monday, I get to see sister #1 in action at her high school teaching math!
Every period, I'm gonna change my story of where I came from...
Alaska...
Canada...
Germany maybe? I can't do a German accent.
I have a cough that breaks windows and makes dogs howl. People mistake it for a sneeze.
Should be fun...
Then I go see MLA at her college!!
Should be fun.
Too bad her college sucks and I'm not even allowed in her room.
Then home. Swim meet Tuesday. Exciting indeed.
Update on Big Fat Truck: I'm contemplating whether I should call P and talk to him man-to-man about what I think and what he thinks. It'd be the adult thing to do...
Update on M: since BFT happened, I've been thinking of fixing that problem a little sooner than planned, since now I sit near her at lunch, which, you know, kills me slowly. But I still don't know what to do...
-Æ
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Big fat truck
I met this guy. We'll call him P He seemed nice. Became good friends with him. We liked generally the same things. Hung out a lot. He was once mistaken as my "best friend."
The thing with him was that he was just awful with girls. He wasn't socially awkward with them. He actually attracted just about all of them. The only problem with him was that he, for some reason, couldn't handle the relationship scene, and just bounced the girl out of his life for reasons unknown and then turn it around to make it her fault. I saw him do this to at least 2 different girls (during our junior year) and then one more girl that's a bit more important to the story. We'll call her S.
So S is the new in girl for P. They never actually officially dated (as most people assumed)
But they practically were. Without actual physical interaction for some apparent reason.
And this goes on. Then they "break up" or whatever you want to call it. He bounces her out. Then he bounces her back in. Then back out again. And now a trilogy seemed on the horizon. They start "talking" as my friend MLA likes to refer it as.
He ALSO starts talking with my friend MLA. Fortunately the two girls were in different countries at the time. And they were never really friends, so P was in the clear, partially.
So (this is what I get from sources to be left anonymous) he talks with MLA, S, and a third girl.
"Talking" by the way is 1) The act of discussing the possibility of dating. 2) the process of getting to know a person before officially dating.
So P is talking to 3 girls. 2 of them start talking and that blows up in his face. However, since he's a professional at taking the screw ups he's made and manipulate them into just another day in the life of P.
But this 3rd girl, S, still hangs on. (Somehow)
And nothing severe happens until school starts. They go back to their "talking" with little to no results.
All of a sudden, she does something that just explodes into some sort of fight. He bounces her out, again.
She finally flies right and realizes that she shouldn't have to deal with his crap any more.
And I think I have figured out his philosophy.
He is incredibly self centered. He only thinks about himself and what he can do to keep himself happy. When he is "talking" with a girl, he goes as far as he can with the "relationship" until one thing goes wrong (regardless of who's fault it is) and then he just stops caring and bounces the girl right out again.
I've seen it done so many times I could smell it happening if I was 1,000 miles away!
So this girl once sat with us at lunch for a while. She gets bounced out, and then one day I go sit by her. I don't really like sitting there because M, the girl from my last post, sits around there and I get a big knot in my stomach when I'm around her...
I go sit by her, we talk about how big of an A-hole P has become to both of us, for no apparent reason.
Later that day, he starts conversing with my girlfriend (I'll tell you about her in another post) and says things to her that I told him in confidence. Of course the lovely thing about P is that if you want to tell him something, you better be ready to see it plastered over the cover of the New Yorker. So now she gets upset, and I get upset, and P just starts being more and more of a jerk.
This brings me to my 2nd note on the P philosophy:
Even someone who was once mistaken as his best friend, can just out of the blue get on his bad side, he twists it around in a way to make me seem like the jerk, and then just becomes worst enemies with me, all at the drop of a hat.
So now we will see if things can get better. I don't want to not be friends with the guy, he's nice sometimes, S and I agree, but now he's just in one of his A-hole moods and I'm getting dragged along for the ride. He needs to realize that when true friendship stares him right in the face, that he shouldn't just throw it away over something stupid.
I titled this "Big Fat Truck" because when I first started writing it, I wanted to throw him in front of one.
And if he is reading this, please know, P that if you don't stop acting incredibly self-centered, cocky, and arrogant, more of your friends will leave you, you will never have a decent relationship, and you will (hopefully) realize the err of your ways and go back to the P we all knew and didn't hate. The first thing you should try is to stop smoking pot, again.
I've seen it done so many times I could smell it happening if I was 1,000 miles away!
So this girl once sat with us at lunch for a while. She gets bounced out, and then one day I go sit by her. I don't really like sitting there because M, the girl from my last post, sits around there and I get a big knot in my stomach when I'm around her...
I go sit by her, we talk about how big of an A-hole P has become to both of us, for no apparent reason.
Later that day, he starts conversing with my girlfriend (I'll tell you about her in another post) and says things to her that I told him in confidence. Of course the lovely thing about P is that if you want to tell him something, you better be ready to see it plastered over the cover of the New Yorker. So now she gets upset, and I get upset, and P just starts being more and more of a jerk.
This brings me to my 2nd note on the P philosophy:
Even someone who was once mistaken as his best friend, can just out of the blue get on his bad side, he twists it around in a way to make me seem like the jerk, and then just becomes worst enemies with me, all at the drop of a hat.
So now we will see if things can get better. I don't want to not be friends with the guy, he's nice sometimes, S and I agree, but now he's just in one of his A-hole moods and I'm getting dragged along for the ride. He needs to realize that when true friendship stares him right in the face, that he shouldn't just throw it away over something stupid.
I titled this "Big Fat Truck" because when I first started writing it, I wanted to throw him in front of one.
And if he is reading this, please know, P that if you don't stop acting incredibly self-centered, cocky, and arrogant, more of your friends will leave you, you will never have a decent relationship, and you will (hopefully) realize the err of your ways and go back to the P we all knew and didn't hate. The first thing you should try is to stop smoking pot, again.
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