The return of the -- ah wait, no way, you're kidding...
I heard last night Steph's birthday's coming up. If I remember right it's tomorrow, though it could have been Thursday. That means Craig's birthday's come and gone. Sorry Craig! Some friend I am. For what it's worth, happy belated birthday, Craig! Supposedly people are going out to her family's land tonight. Can't say I don't know about it, can say I haven't been formally invited, though I doubt that's really an issue. I may go out there, but I doubt it. If I don't, Happy Birthday, Steph!
Moving in with Victoria's been pretty good this past month or more. We've had our more trying times and such, but all in all good. I just wish I didn't feel so distant from friends. It's not really anyone's fault, or it's mine, or it's everyone's. The cards are stacked against us/me though. I live farther away from most of my friends, now, though I live closer to Steve. Steve, however, shies away from my apartment for some reason, dodging any time that I suggest hanging out over here. Box Wine Monday (B-Dub-M) has all but died as far as I can tell, with no stable place to call its home. I haven't seen or heard from Shawn Conn in over a week. Will and Peter are working all the time now, plus Will's got ultimate, and Peter's got Amos. On top of that, I have yoga on Wednesdays which cuts into potential friend time and I've been working on LSAT stuff and history for my game world, though I'm stymied right now by my lack of the map (it's at my old place, The Pirate's Cove).
A lot of the time I feel torn, but "torn"'s not the right word. It's too melodramatic and carries so much gravity with it. I'll use it though because I'm not in the mood to think of a better word. So my age is a good age to get married, like my sister did, but I don't know enough about me to come close to that sort of commitment. That failing (sometimes, not all the time), it's the prime age to go clubbing or to bars or whatever, but that's never really been me either. Bars are so expensive and the ones with people my age are always filled with this overwhelming feeling of an agenda, the "meat market" feeling that pervades and makes the whole place just feel dirty and ugly to me. Not judging the people involved, it's their prerogative, but it's not who I want to be. Who I want to be... I don't know that. I guess it's because I rarely take risks, and slightly less rarely make big decisions.
Switching gears, I was listening to State of Affairs several days ago, and the topic was something along the lines of "fate or free will?". I involuntarily rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. That's a line of discussion that seems to always lead to the same place, and no one really cares what anyone else really thinks. I didn't listen to it. It doesn't really matter. If our fate's determined or we determine our fate, it's the same thing if we don't know our fate. It only really matters in huge metaphysical discussions of responsibility and justice. No one's going to get by with a legal argument that they were fated to do something, and had no control over it. Our justice system's based on free will, and I don't think even the Christian apologists truly know what they're saying when they mix the two (divine providence and free will). Maybe my real problem is unless they could get down to the real nitty-gritty problems during the hour they were getting calls in from the uninitiated, there wouldn't be anything done but setting up the discussion. Maybe it was good for some people, but like I said, I didn't listen to it.
Moving in with Victoria's been pretty good this past month or more. We've had our more trying times and such, but all in all good. I just wish I didn't feel so distant from friends. It's not really anyone's fault, or it's mine, or it's everyone's. The cards are stacked against us/me though. I live farther away from most of my friends, now, though I live closer to Steve. Steve, however, shies away from my apartment for some reason, dodging any time that I suggest hanging out over here. Box Wine Monday (B-Dub-M) has all but died as far as I can tell, with no stable place to call its home. I haven't seen or heard from Shawn Conn in over a week. Will and Peter are working all the time now, plus Will's got ultimate, and Peter's got Amos. On top of that, I have yoga on Wednesdays which cuts into potential friend time and I've been working on LSAT stuff and history for my game world, though I'm stymied right now by my lack of the map (it's at my old place, The Pirate's Cove).
A lot of the time I feel torn, but "torn"'s not the right word. It's too melodramatic and carries so much gravity with it. I'll use it though because I'm not in the mood to think of a better word. So my age is a good age to get married, like my sister did, but I don't know enough about me to come close to that sort of commitment. That failing (sometimes, not all the time), it's the prime age to go clubbing or to bars or whatever, but that's never really been me either. Bars are so expensive and the ones with people my age are always filled with this overwhelming feeling of an agenda, the "meat market" feeling that pervades and makes the whole place just feel dirty and ugly to me. Not judging the people involved, it's their prerogative, but it's not who I want to be. Who I want to be... I don't know that. I guess it's because I rarely take risks, and slightly less rarely make big decisions.
Switching gears, I was listening to State of Affairs several days ago, and the topic was something along the lines of "fate or free will?". I involuntarily rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. That's a line of discussion that seems to always lead to the same place, and no one really cares what anyone else really thinks. I didn't listen to it. It doesn't really matter. If our fate's determined or we determine our fate, it's the same thing if we don't know our fate. It only really matters in huge metaphysical discussions of responsibility and justice. No one's going to get by with a legal argument that they were fated to do something, and had no control over it. Our justice system's based on free will, and I don't think even the Christian apologists truly know what they're saying when they mix the two (divine providence and free will). Maybe my real problem is unless they could get down to the real nitty-gritty problems during the hour they were getting calls in from the uninitiated, there wouldn't be anything done but setting up the discussion. Maybe it was good for some people, but like I said, I didn't listen to it.