A fellow seminarian said that my blog posts were so random its as if someone smoked not one, but two bongs and went on a walkabout with my quill (or keyboard). Most people would get offended, but I take that as a compliment; my mind wanders off into weird places, and I’m doing it au naturale. I like to think of this unorthodox way of thinking as fresh, rather than strange. I also like to take pride in obscure references, but sometimes they end up back firing. Sometimes I pull a too obscure of a reference, and then I would have to explain said allusion. Explaining destroys a joke. I hope I never have to explain my jokes. So…enough chit chat. Let’s get down to business.
1. I hate cliches. Down with the trite, I say. This is the worst when you are feeling a little down, and your friends would try to console you by giving what they think is sage advice. For the most part, the advice that is doled out to me is pretty good. But there are times, mainly said while a friend is playing “Draw Something” on their smartphone, when you get hit with advice such as “it is what it is”, or “just do it”, or my all-time favorite “just be yourself”. I don’t think people understand the gravity of that statement. I understand that you never want to deceive your potential mother of your children, but as I always like to say, a little discretion goes a long way. I think that even 75% of me is pretty intense. It’s all about a ratio. This ratio is eerily similar to the ratio you would use for Tang (hopefully Tang isn’t too obscure of a reference). You wouldn’t just eat the powder straight up. That’s just straight diabetic. You need a little water. But then again, too much water just makes it too diluted to really enjoy. You need that perfect balance. This is a long winded way of saying that the world is not ready for an uninhibited, unadulterated and uncensored me. I mean, to be frank, I don’t think I’m ready for it either. But it’s lurking. HIDE YO CHILDREN!!!
2. One of my biggest fears in life is finding out that there is no toilet paper in the middle or conclusion of a satisfactory and refreshing dump. Because of this, it’s always the first thing I look for in a bathroom. But when it comes to washing my hands, I’m not as vigilant. I hate it when, after a good thorough washing of the hands, you experience is spoiled because there is no towel. And it really is a let down. Washing hands is really a joy for me, maybe even a hobby, and to not be able to finish it off is really a tragedy. The real problem is, what do you do then? It’s like the worst “Choose Your Adventure” book. You wipe it on your shirt, or worse, your thighs, and walk out, and they see that parts of your clothes are darker than usual. They’re not going to instantly think, “oh we must be out of towels”. On the other hand (probably wet because you didn’t adequately dry them), you can just go out with wet hands, but then what if someone wants to shake hands, or worse, high five. It’s simply rude to turn down a high five. So you reciprocate this gesture, but you know the exchange is going to be uncomfortable because your hands will be moist, and hands are definitely things that do not belong under that category. Cakes are supposed to be moist, not hands.
3. I am in shape. My shape just happens to be a bit more round, but a shape nonetheless. All kidding aside, I need to do some more cardio. I have been going to a gym, but I’ve been doing more weight lifting than running. The need to be in better shape became all too real this past week. I realize that my cardio comes from bending over to tie my shoes, reaching for the can of soup on the very top shelf, and putting on my seat belt. I need to get my act together. I would ask someone to run with me, but then I’m afraid I might get lapped. I would speed walk, but speed walkers just look ridiculous. Too much hip movement is involved in speed walking. And I don’t have Shakira hips. She is right though–hips don’t lie. My hips are saying that I need to run.
4. I don’t like to label people, and I don’t really like to be labeled, but I think sometimes it happens, and I understand. I don’t know why mushrooms exist, but I realize it’s there, so I have to accept it. If I were to label myself, in the context of my seminary, I would think it would be “headphones guy”, or “backwards hat wearing guy”, or “basketball shorts guy”. But after giving my Reading Rainbow-esque book report in class, I realize that I’ve been identified as the “guy who compared the Bible to baby back ribs/baby carrots”. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
5. One of my favorite T-Shirts is my “Take Me Out” shirt. It’s cute, clever and comment-inducing. It sucks that the comments that I get are just that, comments, never materializing into anything more, but whatever, I’ll take what I can get. Actually, the worst part is that these comments are from dudes. In this case, I AM sure how I feel about that–horrible with a hint of flattery. I cannot emphasize “hint” enough.
6. Confession. I signed up for ChristianMingle.com. Well, let me be clear, my so called “friends” signed me up for ChristianMingle.com. They were joking and put my name and the other essentials, but as the process became realer and realer, I didn’t stop them. So I suppose I am culpable. But I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like this before, and so as I was browsing, I was pretty impressed with the whole set up. I even got a few “smiles” already. I’m not sure what that means, but my cheeks suddenly have a tingling sensation.
The crazy part is that I didn’t even upload my photo! I guess I am still in disbelief that I am an active member on ChristianMingle.com. I should get paid since I just promoted their site three times in this paragraph. Or at least free membership. I’m debating whether or not I should really update my personality info or not. It’s like my AIM subprofile all over again.
I could have “easily” pumped out a few push ups instead of writing this post, but blogging is good for my soul. And also, SPRING BREAK! That just means I don’t miss class without feeling guilt. Also, it means that I’m just catching up on class reading. OH YEAHYUR! Have a blessed weekend, readers. I truly am grateful for your readership.