I Dropped My Glasses

Blogging

I think the weirdest thing about what my blogs read like is that they don’t sound anything like me. I read them out loud sometimes and the raw thoughts expressed as the written word sound like they were written by someone else. The problem may rest in the fact that though I’m very chatty, my tirades are always broken up by pauses, breaths, and others involved in the conversation.

Someone told me I needed a blog so I remembered about this one. I’ll try to write in it a little bit more. So much of history came from journals not too long ago, and it pains me to think that this generation’s journal will be of the “live” variety. No more Ben Franklins or Anne Franks. Just twilightfan213209’s.

I have an idea for a story warping through my head. The idea is an advanced space faring race that is immortal. They do not die by any means; They can’t be killed, nor do they age once they reach sexual maturity. This has led to the end of war and strife, as well as the disappearance of most religions, because without death to fear, conflict and blind faith are exposed for the pointless things they are. However, procreation has been banned to control the population and the government is able to hold prisoners of crimes in states of unimaginable torture, knowing that their prisoners will never die of any pain. The conflict comes once somebody in this society finally dies. It sparks a chain of events that will eventually come to some form of conclusion I haven’t decided yet.

Ending statement: You should all listen to Isis.

fuckyeahhousemd:

Michael Tritter: Merry Christmas
Dr. Gregory House: And a Happy Go-to-Hell

The things you learn about people.

I love having blogs that few people are even aware of. Underhanded as it sounds, it lets me vent certain sentiments in an environment that only a few people are ever going to notice.

So, I’ve chosen Tumblr as the medium for this rant. Here’s how it boils down:

An acquaintance of mine is upset at me for giving her number to someone who asked for it. Perhaps that was a bad move, yes. I can understand that.

She said she’s uncomfortable with people she doesn’t know having her number.

This is where I laugh my fucking ass off, a little bit. Because, what she’s saying, is that she thinks she knows me. She doesn’t. But hey, I can let that slide. Plenty of people who don’t know me think that they do.

Now, here’s where I get annoyed. I’m talking to the person who I gave the number to. Now, the reason she received was this other girl didn’t like “talking to freshmen.”

So, two different reasons were given to two different people. And I’m angry about that.

Because, this chick who thinks she knows me is either truly uncomfortable around strangers (and given certain disabilities, that might be legit) or she’s just mad I gave her number to a freshman.

This is just an addition to a mounting list of factors to this girl’s personality that are unnerving. She also asked this same freshman if she was autistic or not. Who asks someone that?

Anyway, I’m annoyed and I feel like I’ve been lied to. I hadn’t really placed trust in this girl. But now I’m never going to. Even though this is a minor infraction in the scheme of things, I’m forever going to have a mental block and a natural wall of defense against her.