arrogance tarnishes the virtue of a leader
Whoa, what do we have here?
You never really lose something or someone on the web, I guess. Your password just sits in a database somewhere, hopefully uncorrupted, until you suddenly have an urge to unlock something with it. Back in high school, I refrained from instant messaging for two straight years. I found it tedious.
Big mistake, of course. This was right as you needed a screen name to do anything socially. I only got back to it right after March reversed its natural order and went out like a lion. Which sucked. By then it was a bit too late, but hey, I was back in the habit for college.
Skip over college. It was nice, but this certainly isn't a historical entry or anything boring like that.
After college! I meant to write something maudlin and meaningful the night I graduated, but I never did, most likely because I was tired from four hours in a black robe during summer. Dark colors absorb light rather than reflect it, which is why they appear dark to us. They also make you sweat like crazy. No fit state for writing much of anything.
I was going to write something about the existential crisis we were likely all about to go through. I thought I was being a bit pessimistic.
I'll have to be a bit vague, 'cause I've learned through observation (you're useful for something, Paris Hilton, you living shit) that what is released on the web for public comsumption can come back to bite you. After school, I experienced the following things in about four months:
My grandmother died, but I don't remember crying. I will someday, I'm certain, when a moment comes along when everything settles; then the mere fact will swing down like a sledgehammer and flatten me. I think when everyone around me is caught up in horror, I can't properly react. I become practical. Practical is necessary, right?
I miss her like you wouldn't believe.
Less importantly, but in a slightly more tangible way, I experienced the first professional failure of my entire life. You all know I'm appallingly and crushingly arrogant, so this rather sucked.
I guess it's a matter of direction. You can go without one for a while, but before long it gets to you. It wasn't so much sadness for me, or concern about my place in life. I was bored. I can't stand being bored, even less than I can stand being scared, or tired.
Shortly after that (say, within a matter of a month? I'm bad with dates), I started to seriously rethink several aspects of my life that I had taken for granted. I thought about different career paths. I considered moving out of my home--unsure where, to be honest, but I considered it.
I came so damn close to ending the best relationship I've ever been in. And similarly close to having it ended on me.
I work at ESPN now, which means that, at very least, Life Reconsiderations #1 and #2 came true.
Joy works there too, so #3...well, it rather didn't.
I don't want to say that life is good as of yet, but it's getting there. After all, pitchers and catchers report in a month, and I want to see if Daisuke Matsuzaka (Adam and I call him "Mothra", and if you get the overall reference and how it applies in this situation, you're a nerd and I like you) throws a gyroball. It's a pitch invented by two Japanese scientists that spins like a football and drops sharply at fastball speed. I don't think it's true, but hell, it's something new, isn't it?
New is marvelous.
You never really lose something or someone on the web, I guess. Your password just sits in a database somewhere, hopefully uncorrupted, until you suddenly have an urge to unlock something with it. Back in high school, I refrained from instant messaging for two straight years. I found it tedious.
Big mistake, of course. This was right as you needed a screen name to do anything socially. I only got back to it right after March reversed its natural order and went out like a lion. Which sucked. By then it was a bit too late, but hey, I was back in the habit for college.
Skip over college. It was nice, but this certainly isn't a historical entry or anything boring like that.
After college! I meant to write something maudlin and meaningful the night I graduated, but I never did, most likely because I was tired from four hours in a black robe during summer. Dark colors absorb light rather than reflect it, which is why they appear dark to us. They also make you sweat like crazy. No fit state for writing much of anything.
I was going to write something about the existential crisis we were likely all about to go through. I thought I was being a bit pessimistic.
I'll have to be a bit vague, 'cause I've learned through observation (you're useful for something, Paris Hilton, you living shit) that what is released on the web for public comsumption can come back to bite you. After school, I experienced the following things in about four months:
My grandmother died, but I don't remember crying. I will someday, I'm certain, when a moment comes along when everything settles; then the mere fact will swing down like a sledgehammer and flatten me. I think when everyone around me is caught up in horror, I can't properly react. I become practical. Practical is necessary, right?
I miss her like you wouldn't believe.
Less importantly, but in a slightly more tangible way, I experienced the first professional failure of my entire life. You all know I'm appallingly and crushingly arrogant, so this rather sucked.
I guess it's a matter of direction. You can go without one for a while, but before long it gets to you. It wasn't so much sadness for me, or concern about my place in life. I was bored. I can't stand being bored, even less than I can stand being scared, or tired.
Shortly after that (say, within a matter of a month? I'm bad with dates), I started to seriously rethink several aspects of my life that I had taken for granted. I thought about different career paths. I considered moving out of my home--unsure where, to be honest, but I considered it.
I came so damn close to ending the best relationship I've ever been in. And similarly close to having it ended on me.
I work at ESPN now, which means that, at very least, Life Reconsiderations #1 and #2 came true.
Joy works there too, so #3...well, it rather didn't.
I don't want to say that life is good as of yet, but it's getting there. After all, pitchers and catchers report in a month, and I want to see if Daisuke Matsuzaka (Adam and I call him "Mothra", and if you get the overall reference and how it applies in this situation, you're a nerd and I like you) throws a gyroball. It's a pitch invented by two Japanese scientists that spins like a football and drops sharply at fastball speed. I don't think it's true, but hell, it's something new, isn't it?
New is marvelous.