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In our modern age of text-messaging, emails sent to our phones and smart phones that allow us all the convenience of a moderately well-equipped computer, it’s disconcerting to realize that sometimes being constantly in touch with everyone in the world is simply too much. Employers are expecting their salaried employees to be basically answer emails 24/7 365 days a year. I know many people who cannot go an hour without looking at their phones (myself included), and it seems that we have finally progressed too far and there’s no turning back.
This trend is even more troublesome, at least to me, when it comes to dating. It seems potential partners often start texting one another early in the morning and keep a constant stream going throughout the entire day. This can, I think, mean that when it comes time for an actual date or spending real time with each other, no one really knows how to act or what to say. When you’ve been in constant communication with each other all day, what more is there that you could possibly talk about? There should be some kind of etiquette involved, I think, something like no more than 4 texts a day for potential partners during the day. This would allow for a very short conversation during the day, enough to show that someone is interested, but would still allow for the possibility of actual communication later on.
Just some thoughts.
until next time,
Welcome back to me! After such a long hiatus, it’s almost as if we must start again! I hope, as always, that this post finds you doing the very best that circumstances can provide.
I must confess that there are two reasons for my sabbatical, if you will. The first is that I am still unable to get internet access at my new apartment, which sucks. I’ve tried several different companies and the have all refused to service my apartment. It’s a headache, for sure!
The other part is that I simply haven’t had much to write about. I’ve been going through one of the longest writing droughts I’ve ever been through – I haven’t written anything substantial in nearly a year now. I’ve been waiting for inspiration to hit, assuming that at some time I would finally feel like I had something to write about again.
That, obviously, worked like crap! So I decided that really what I needed to do was climb back on the horse and force myself to write through it. So here I am. Writing through it.
That being said, this post is almost 200 words long, so I think that’s about good for a first-try, don’t you? (See there, that put us over 200!)
And so dear readers…
until next time,
Hello Long-Neglected Readers,
I hope that you are, as always, doing well. As an update to my last post, we’ve found a perfectly amazing apartment in a really awesome location!
Sometimes I have so much to write but just not enough words to express it, so I apologize for the long silence. Things have been crazy busy and I haven’t really had any time to think about things enough, to find a way to adequately express what I want to say.
This summer has brought so many lessons so far. Some I haven’t really wanted to learn and others were, naturally, planned. I didn’t read nearly as much as I’d hoped to, though perhaps this winter I’ll be able to really throw myself into some more reading and definitely more writing.
Sorry for the lack of words tonight, more to follow when I find them.
until next time,
So recently I’ve been on the hunt for an apartment. I’m moving from the suburbs I’ve lived in since I moved to the metro to the midtown area. I must confess, this is the very first time I have ever looked at more than one apartment before signing a lease, and it is exhausting work. Luckily, I’m making my future roomie do most of the work 😉 I haven’t had a roomie since my freshman year of college and it was, to put it nicely, a disaster. So the roomie thing is also a new thing for me, but one I’m sorta excited about.
So anyway, we want what everyone wants it an apartment, stellar location, off-street parking, cheap, etc. We aren’t terribly locked into location, which almost makes it more difficult. There are so many apartments to choose from, and because of the areas we are looking in, we usually find it necessary to do drive by the area before we even call to look at them.
Honestly, it’s worse than trying to find a date!
In the end, I can only hope that all of the searching will be worth it.
I will keep you posted!
until next time,
Hello again, dear friends
The other day I decided that it was time I cleaned out my closet. I don’t know about you, but closets tend to be the places I put things that I don’t know what else to do with and inevitably my closet starts looking more and more like a crazy storage unit rather than a place to store clothes. There were boxes of stuff that I hadn’t even looked at since I moved into this apartment two and a half years ago.
When I start cleaning my closet, I begin first by taking everything out and then I go through everything and start making piles: trash, keep, and good will.
Lately, I’ve been realizing that I have a “closet” if you will in my mind where I put things that I don’t know what else to do with. Some of these things are things that I just don’t want to deal with, some of them are past heart-bruises, and some of them are those things I’ve done that I regret most. It’s funny how when I move things to the closet it’s a lot easier to not think of them. Like the closet in my bedroom, though, the closet where I hide my emotions tends to get cluttered and full at at times and need cleaning.
Dear friends, I wish that cleaning this closet were as easy as cleaning my bedroom one. While making the decision that my super skinny jeans from back when I was prettier than I am now will never fit me again might have been a tough one, that decision pales in comparison to sifting through the things I’ve taken care to hide from even myself. The majority of me knows that these things should all be put in the “trash” pile and to move them out and forget about them. They aren’t doing me any good sitting in the corner and what doesn’t do me any good should just be thrown away.
There is another part of me that refuses to let these things go, and I’m entirely sure. Mayhap because more and more recently I’ve the feeling that not only am I coming to the conclusion that I don’t think I want to be with someone for the rest of my life but I’m becoming, as Missy Higgins says, “the bad fruit nobody buys.”
Perhaps I should just let these things go and not let them sit around anymore, cluttering space that could definitely go to better use.
Oh well, sorry for the personal crap.
until next time,
When I decided that atheism was really the direction that my ideas about religion, god, and everything else were leading me, on some level I think I thought that atheism would be a lot easier than the religious faith that I had tried previously. I’m saddened and perhaps a little embarrassed to have thought that now, when I find out that atheism is perhaps an ever more difficult road than religious faith.
You see, dear readers, as an atheist, I can’t simply just give up on any of life’s “big questions.” I can’t just say, “God made it,” or “That’s the way God planned it.” Instead, I must give thought to questions and seek out answers for questions that seem impossible to really answer. Important note: Impossible to really answer does not in any way shape or form insinuate that the answer is impossible because it lies with some god.
One of the things I’ve been struggling a lot with lately is coming to terms with the reality of life. When I say this, I mean the reality of life in that it isn’t nearly as “great” as perhaps I’d like. That my role in the universe isn’t nearly as central to the grand scheme as I should like to think. The idea that all of my actions, my entire life, means nothing at all to the big picture of Life, is hard to digest. Even things that seem like momentous events in Human history are of no consequence.
Religion helps to take away these realities, providing a false sense of uniqueness and purpose to life. With most religions, there is a supernatural being and he notices you, (either loving or hating) and even if the being hates you, he at least knows you, and this idea makes the believer on some level feel important. The believers actions are thought to mean something, and thus even if life is mediocre at best, it is still perceived as “special” because the deity notices.
some thoughts, dear ones.
until next time,
Hello Dearest Readers,
I hope, as always, that this post finds you well.
Recently, I found myself discussing with a good friend of mine the dynamics, if you will, of gay relationships and gay dating in general. It was during this discussion that I realized it seems that gay dating seems to move a lot quicker in the progression of things than do most straight dating situations. While I certainly acknowledge that broad generalizations do not necessarily mean anything, since they are just broad, it still seems to me that most especially with respect to sex, gay men jump the gun quite a bit faster than straight couples.
Why is this, I wonder? There certainly could be some biological factors at work, but Im not sure that I’m inclined to give biology all of the credit here. It seems to me that the very culture surrounding gay lifestyles encourgaes and is in fact built upon an extremely liberal sexuality. Sexuality seems to pervade every aspect of gay dating, from the very get-go.
Another of my friends has recently shared that he knows of someone who, if after three dates he has not had sex with the other guy, mentally moves the other guy into the “friend” category rather than the “potential boyfriend” category. Three dates??? Dear friends, that seems dangerously fast! Where is the rush? This seems like a ludicrous rule to enforce, and underscores my feelings that gay relationships progress much faster than straight ones.
I would rather take my time before jumping into bed with someone. Don’t get me wrong, dear readers, I love sex! I just think that waiting has many advantages that not waiting simply does not have. For me, at least, I don’t tend to get attached to someone very much until we start having sex. Once sex is introduced, I find it much harder to part ways without a bruise on the heart, if you will. So taking my time before jumping into bed serves to guard myself against unnecessary emotional strife.
Another advantage is that waiting actually makes sex better. There is a mystery about sex with someone new that, I’ve found, if you let build, creates a delicious sexual tension that can make that first sexual experience with someone new truly mind-dazzling.
I know that gay relationships are highly sexually charged, and I’m not saying it’s necessarily a bad thing, I just think it would help us all if we slowed things down a bit, yknow?
until next time,