It's been like what? A really, really, reeeeaaaaaalllly long time since I've written something on here. Mostly because I'm lazy. In despite of my lovely girlfriend's best efforts to get me to blog. But the time has come. I am ready. My body is ready. Let's blog.
So, what's new. Well. I have a new job. I am now the Wireless Sales Lead at a Target. Now exactly what I want, but it is experience I will value, since retail is my career goal. But that also means I am out of Red Lobster. I am done. Finished. Caput. Fin.
My hospitality shindig is over. Hopefully I don't have to return to it. Ever.
So there's that.
And my back hurts. And I want ice cream, even thought I shouldn't.
What else to talk about? not sure. But hopefully life will inspire me and I will be back much more often with insight, experiences, and knowledge.
Side note. I am so so so sooooo close to my one year with the woman of my dreams. This is crazy. I'd marry her tomorrow. But she insists on a ring and official things. Seriously? Whats the deal with that. I guarantee if I had a couple plane tickets to California, she'd go.
So yeah, I'll be back soon. To talk about life, love, experiences and things like that.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
What is bad?
Alright. So I work at a restaurant. I'm a server, I bring you food, make sure you're having a good time, you know the deal. Sometimes, I meet the most unique characters. I've met a Giants fan travelling home to New York who had me keep tbs on the game score. I've met a couple who were regulars and ordered the exact same meal weekly. Everyone is a character. Whether they are good or bad, main or subsidiary, the have a story to tell. Something to give you a glimpse into their head.
Well, today I met the bad ind of character. The kind of person you wish would keep the stories to themselves. Then again, if they did that we wouldn't have context to compare good people to.
This particular guy was sitting at the bar. He was watching the television, which usually is tuned to something sports related. A clip relating to Michael Sam, an openly gay football player.
That is when the character opened his mouth.
"Well, looks like football is ruined now."
Really!? That ruined football for you? An openly gay athlete? It wasn't the felons? It wasn't the drug addicts? The cheaters? The adulterers? The guys who hit their wives? The killers? None of those bothered you? None of that effects your moral compass? A man who loves another man upsets you that much?
I can't even fathom the way your mind works. Why do choices that do not effect you in the least bit upset you? Who is to say the way another adult lives his or her own life should be dictated by you?
But as I said, if it weren't for the vile and the "highly opinionated people like these, we wouldn't have that point of reference to know what a good person is. A kind person. A loving person. An accepting person.
Does this post really have a point? I don't know. Am I just venting? Seems like it. Oh well.
Well, today I met the bad ind of character. The kind of person you wish would keep the stories to themselves. Then again, if they did that we wouldn't have context to compare good people to.
This particular guy was sitting at the bar. He was watching the television, which usually is tuned to something sports related. A clip relating to Michael Sam, an openly gay football player.
That is when the character opened his mouth.
"Well, looks like football is ruined now."
Really!? That ruined football for you? An openly gay athlete? It wasn't the felons? It wasn't the drug addicts? The cheaters? The adulterers? The guys who hit their wives? The killers? None of those bothered you? None of that effects your moral compass? A man who loves another man upsets you that much?
I can't even fathom the way your mind works. Why do choices that do not effect you in the least bit upset you? Who is to say the way another adult lives his or her own life should be dictated by you?
But as I said, if it weren't for the vile and the "highly opinionated people like these, we wouldn't have that point of reference to know what a good person is. A kind person. A loving person. An accepting person.
Does this post really have a point? I don't know. Am I just venting? Seems like it. Oh well.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Advice from the unqualified.
Tonight was an odd experience. It is a Monday night. The night in which I cast away who I am, my personality, my flaws and edges and try to embrace the role of a made up fictional character (who is likely to be nothing like me).
Yes, that's right. I am one of those guys. The guy who gathers in groups, making bad jokes and rolling dice while speaking about mythological and fantasy subjects. Is it something to be proud of? Not really. But it is something I enjoy. It is something that allows me to shed the stress of my normal life and be carefree. My girlfriend hates Mondays, understandably. She doesn't see me most of the day. I can't really blame her.
Today, however, things were different. I still played my games. I still pretended to be a duo of Golblins bent of stealing everything in a fantasy realm. But afterwards, instead of heading home to slide into one of my most favorite places in the world, in bed with my arms around my girlfriend.
No. Today I decided to spend time with one of my friends, and fellow nerd. Someone who i usually have limited contact with, but i figured "what the hell."
We sat at a diner and talked about life. Primarily his. I'm a better listener than talker. Eventually He asked how many women I've dated (more than I'd like to admit). About my current relationship. My longest relationship. I explained the situation I'm in now to him. I'm almost 10 months into a relationship with the love of my life. It wasn't always this way. For the longest time, me and her did not date. In fact, I was in a relationship for two out of the four/five years I've known her. But in the end, I'm with her. I'm with the woman I'm supposed to be.
But I disgress. Back to my friend. My friend who is now telling me of his relationship woes. How the girl he loves, and is confident he wants to be with for the rest of his life, doesn't want to be with him at the moment. Two years of dating, and they seem to be nothing more than friends with benefits at this point. He was trying desperately to be her anchor and show her the passion he has for her.
And that made me think. It made me think about what I put my girlfriend through, before she was my girlfriend. She tried desperately to make me understand how much she cared. How much she knew we were meant for each other. But in the end, I was scared. Which is why we didn't date for so long.
After telling me his story, which reminded me of mine (even though I was the antagonist in mine) I could only think of my girlfriend. And so I gave him the only advice I knew to give.
If you know the two of you are meant to be, don't give up. It will be hard. And it will probably be a long road, but if it is meant to be, the two of you will unite in the end. But if you have your doubts, then cut it off now. Don't put yourself through the hurt.
I don't know why I told him that, or why I though that was the best advice to give. It was the only clear thought I had in my head that is full of chaos and disarray. I guess somewhere in my mind, it made me understand the love my girlfriend has for me all the better. And in return, I can love her better.
But now that I've laid out my thoughts, it is time for me to rest. It is nearly 4 am. And I have my favorite place to be.
Yes, that's right. I am one of those guys. The guy who gathers in groups, making bad jokes and rolling dice while speaking about mythological and fantasy subjects. Is it something to be proud of? Not really. But it is something I enjoy. It is something that allows me to shed the stress of my normal life and be carefree. My girlfriend hates Mondays, understandably. She doesn't see me most of the day. I can't really blame her.
Today, however, things were different. I still played my games. I still pretended to be a duo of Golblins bent of stealing everything in a fantasy realm. But afterwards, instead of heading home to slide into one of my most favorite places in the world, in bed with my arms around my girlfriend.
No. Today I decided to spend time with one of my friends, and fellow nerd. Someone who i usually have limited contact with, but i figured "what the hell."
We sat at a diner and talked about life. Primarily his. I'm a better listener than talker. Eventually He asked how many women I've dated (more than I'd like to admit). About my current relationship. My longest relationship. I explained the situation I'm in now to him. I'm almost 10 months into a relationship with the love of my life. It wasn't always this way. For the longest time, me and her did not date. In fact, I was in a relationship for two out of the four/five years I've known her. But in the end, I'm with her. I'm with the woman I'm supposed to be.
But I disgress. Back to my friend. My friend who is now telling me of his relationship woes. How the girl he loves, and is confident he wants to be with for the rest of his life, doesn't want to be with him at the moment. Two years of dating, and they seem to be nothing more than friends with benefits at this point. He was trying desperately to be her anchor and show her the passion he has for her.
And that made me think. It made me think about what I put my girlfriend through, before she was my girlfriend. She tried desperately to make me understand how much she cared. How much she knew we were meant for each other. But in the end, I was scared. Which is why we didn't date for so long.
After telling me his story, which reminded me of mine (even though I was the antagonist in mine) I could only think of my girlfriend. And so I gave him the only advice I knew to give.
If you know the two of you are meant to be, don't give up. It will be hard. And it will probably be a long road, but if it is meant to be, the two of you will unite in the end. But if you have your doubts, then cut it off now. Don't put yourself through the hurt.
I don't know why I told him that, or why I though that was the best advice to give. It was the only clear thought I had in my head that is full of chaos and disarray. I guess somewhere in my mind, it made me understand the love my girlfriend has for me all the better. And in return, I can love her better.
But now that I've laid out my thoughts, it is time for me to rest. It is nearly 4 am. And I have my favorite place to be.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Diving into a blog.
Who am I? As you can guess, my name is Stephen. I'm 24 years old. I'm currently studying Communications with a focus in Advertising at the University of North Florida. I'm a sixth, seventh year student. I forget. The years blend together. I can't say I have the drive or focus needed to graduate. But I also can't let myself give up. I'm dating the most amazing and wonderful woman. I'd marry her tomorrow if I had the money. And while she may not be perfect, she is perfect for me. Now, I know how cliche that sounds, but it is true.
But hopefully as I write this blog (which I doubt anyone will read), who I am, how I think, how I express myself will evolve and become a better person. I'm not quite sure what to write about. Probably random thoughts and random posts that will lack continuity, but that's who I am at the moment and how I think. Thank you for listening. And thank you for joining me on my journey.
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