"...helping them see their own weakness as their greatest challenge."
Dear Diary,
Remind me to tell you a story about the time I was wearing just a pair of jeans and the hot, tall, blond UPS man rang the doorbell. It’s something that sounds better in person. Remind me next time I see you to tell you that story.
Thinking about going “friends only” since a lot of my most recent and personal entries are friends only. What do you think?
I was in the Hospital this weekend - again a long story that I’d rather tell in person. The gist of the tale is that although my body is disfunctional, I will be fine.
Church on Halloween was fun, especially when my little sister told off a big troup of middle-aged, self-righteous, hypocritical women. “Marriage was just form of socially approved prostitution,” she told them, and I laughed as one of them almost fainted.
Sometimes, my little sister is a modern day David. I don’t think it’s hard though, because in my opinion, all these self-proclaimed Goliath’s are made of cardboard.
School is actually killing me, and perhaps I would rather die than become high-grade mediocrity? I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t get into law school. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I keep on sounding like an upper class prick.
Is it possible to have a fear of success just like a fear of failure?
My Mother told me she raised me to be a nurturing man. She didn’t want any macho men in her home. I’m glad my Mother raised me and didn’t just love me, as I see with some of my friends. Sometimes I feel like I’m the vacuum cleaner baby ducks lovingly follow around because there’s an absence of a mother or father. I hope I can make it as a vacuum cleaner.
I think I need protection from my own ideals. Somehow I am filled with apathy and at the same time an urgency to prove myself.
“When you are behind in a footrace, the only way to get ahead is to run faster than the man in front of you.”
While lying in the hospital waiting room, I got to thinking how Marvin Gaye said the only three things sure in life were: taxes, death and trouble. I’m glad I’m not the second.
Ryan
Remind me to tell you a story about the time I was wearing just a pair of jeans and the hot, tall, blond UPS man rang the doorbell. It’s something that sounds better in person. Remind me next time I see you to tell you that story.
Thinking about going “friends only” since a lot of my most recent and personal entries are friends only. What do you think?
I was in the Hospital this weekend - again a long story that I’d rather tell in person. The gist of the tale is that although my body is disfunctional, I will be fine.
Church on Halloween was fun, especially when my little sister told off a big troup of middle-aged, self-righteous, hypocritical women. “Marriage was just form of socially approved prostitution,” she told them, and I laughed as one of them almost fainted.
Sometimes, my little sister is a modern day David. I don’t think it’s hard though, because in my opinion, all these self-proclaimed Goliath’s are made of cardboard.
School is actually killing me, and perhaps I would rather die than become high-grade mediocrity? I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t get into law school. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I keep on sounding like an upper class prick.
Is it possible to have a fear of success just like a fear of failure?
My Mother told me she raised me to be a nurturing man. She didn’t want any macho men in her home. I’m glad my Mother raised me and didn’t just love me, as I see with some of my friends. Sometimes I feel like I’m the vacuum cleaner baby ducks lovingly follow around because there’s an absence of a mother or father. I hope I can make it as a vacuum cleaner.
I think I need protection from my own ideals. Somehow I am filled with apathy and at the same time an urgency to prove myself.
“When you are behind in a footrace, the only way to get ahead is to run faster than the man in front of you.”
While lying in the hospital waiting room, I got to thinking how Marvin Gaye said the only three things sure in life were: taxes, death and trouble. I’m glad I’m not the second.
Ryan