I really don't appreciate it when people are passive aggressive. I experienced a bit of this today and get the feeling that it has become more prevalent, and directed at everyone, not just me. If you have something to say you should either come out and say it, bitch to your friends about it, or shut the hell up. There is no need to beat around the bush, saying one thing and implying another. If you think you are being satirical and subtle you are not.
For those that are wondering, this would fall under the category of "bitching to friends", but is even better because right now I am not boring my friends to death in a matter that they really don't care about. One of the problems with passive agressiveness is that it leaves no room for conversation; it is not an exchange of ideas, rather a cheap shot taken in such a way that the abused will only look like more of an ass/bitch should he/she try to add a rebuttal.
I am fairly possitive that the person that upset me today does not read this, but in case anyone does, I am writing mearly to emplore you to try and cut this filthy habit should you possess it in any capacity. I know that practically everyone acts this childish at some point, I know I have, but if everyone were to cut back just a little bit and be a little more upfront and honest the world would be a better place for it.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Insomnia
I has it.
I really wish that I could get to sleep, but I suppose this is what happens when over the weekend you forget that getting up is important too. Getting out of bed at 5:30pm never was a good idea... This is why I keep telling myself that I will start running or something. Anything to give myself a reason to get out of bed in the morning on the weekends.
Unfortunately now is the time that I think to myself, "hey, its only 3 hours until you have to wake up! How about you just don't sleep?" Then I try this brilliant idea. Then this idea fails because i fall asleep with half an hour to go, or I nod off all throughout class.
It is also right about now that I run out of things to do. I tried lying in the dark. I tried watching TV. I tried lying in the dark. This is what friends in other countries are for! Right about n...
Fuck. I just heard a bird outside.
Anyway, right about now they all wake up cause its 10 in Europe. Lucky them. I feel like its 10 here, but it isn't. It's obviously 5:30 in the MORNING.
Shoot me.
I really wish that I could get to sleep, but I suppose this is what happens when over the weekend you forget that getting up is important too. Getting out of bed at 5:30pm never was a good idea... This is why I keep telling myself that I will start running or something. Anything to give myself a reason to get out of bed in the morning on the weekends.
Unfortunately now is the time that I think to myself, "hey, its only 3 hours until you have to wake up! How about you just don't sleep?" Then I try this brilliant idea. Then this idea fails because i fall asleep with half an hour to go, or I nod off all throughout class.
It is also right about now that I run out of things to do. I tried lying in the dark. I tried watching TV. I tried lying in the dark. This is what friends in other countries are for! Right about n...
Fuck. I just heard a bird outside.
Anyway, right about now they all wake up cause its 10 in Europe. Lucky them. I feel like its 10 here, but it isn't. It's obviously 5:30 in the MORNING.
Shoot me.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Lesswing's 21st
So today was Brian Lesswing's 21st birthday!
(woohoo!)
Cudney, No?, Dicker, Hadley, and I took Brian down to an Irish pub in Bloomington called The Irish Lion where their specialty is a yard of beer.
Now I know what you are thinking, "A yard of beer? Jesse, just how much did you have? Liquid isn't measured in yards!" Well my friends I am here to tell you it is. The glass is officially a yard tall. It needs it's own stand, and it sits on the floor. It is... glorious. Anyway, Lesswing had most of it, then he let us 21 year olds have a shot at it. It's almost a two man job just to drink out of that thing.
Sam dropped by to say hi since we were down there near IU. We walked around a bit afterward and ran into Lindi out on the town. Weird meeting people from DePauw there on a Wednesday.
Most of last night has passed. I'm sorry for getting all "my life sucks! I'm gonna go listen to Dashboard and Hate Things!" It wont happen again.
(woohoo!)
Cudney, No?, Dicker, Hadley, and I took Brian down to an Irish pub in Bloomington called The Irish Lion where their specialty is a yard of beer.
Now I know what you are thinking, "A yard of beer? Jesse, just how much did you have? Liquid isn't measured in yards!" Well my friends I am here to tell you it is. The glass is officially a yard tall. It needs it's own stand, and it sits on the floor. It is... glorious. Anyway, Lesswing had most of it, then he let us 21 year olds have a shot at it. It's almost a two man job just to drink out of that thing.
Sam dropped by to say hi since we were down there near IU. We walked around a bit afterward and ran into Lindi out on the town. Weird meeting people from DePauw there on a Wednesday.
Most of last night has passed. I'm sorry for getting all "my life sucks! I'm gonna go listen to Dashboard and Hate Things!" It wont happen again.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
No Regrets
Disclaimer: "Therapeutic" (self indulgent bull shit) writing ahead
I keep getting this feeling that I have made a made a huge mistake in my life. I have always tried to live without regrets, learning from instances where I may feel like I have failed, and always deciding that given the chance I wouldn't reverse my decision. This time though I don't know. I am pretty sure this time I would take it back.
I can't think about this choice without thinking that I have chosen poorly and that this is something that I will have to live with forever. I can't ignore it, I can't make it better, and I sure as hell can't take it back. This potential failure has burdened me for a while now, and the only thing that makes me feel worse is the knowledge that a year really isn't all that much time at all.
If I ever get the chance to apologize I will. I know it won't do anything to help me, and maybe it wont help others either. I won't be allowed to mention half the things I think about or am sorry for. But I will apologize.
I know I have been vague here and I am sorry. I know that I usually only write about self indulgent bullshit, but I'm not sorry for that actually. This is my blog, not yours. Stop judging.
I know that everything goes forward and that in the grand scheme of things something as small as a regretted choice shouldn't matter. But I also know that there are people that go there whole lives regretting only one choice, the one that stained everything. I just really hope that the ringing in my ears since the event isn't the sound of settling.
I keep getting this feeling that I have made a made a huge mistake in my life. I have always tried to live without regrets, learning from instances where I may feel like I have failed, and always deciding that given the chance I wouldn't reverse my decision. This time though I don't know. I am pretty sure this time I would take it back.
I can't think about this choice without thinking that I have chosen poorly and that this is something that I will have to live with forever. I can't ignore it, I can't make it better, and I sure as hell can't take it back. This potential failure has burdened me for a while now, and the only thing that makes me feel worse is the knowledge that a year really isn't all that much time at all.
If I ever get the chance to apologize I will. I know it won't do anything to help me, and maybe it wont help others either. I won't be allowed to mention half the things I think about or am sorry for. But I will apologize.
I know I have been vague here and I am sorry. I know that I usually only write about self indulgent bullshit, but I'm not sorry for that actually. This is my blog, not yours. Stop judging.
I know that everything goes forward and that in the grand scheme of things something as small as a regretted choice shouldn't matter. But I also know that there are people that go there whole lives regretting only one choice, the one that stained everything. I just really hope that the ringing in my ears since the event isn't the sound of settling.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
More Fun Things on Internets
OMG! A POST!
I know it's been forever, I probably don't have any viewers any more, but eh, i will keep writing about silly things I came about on the Internets.
"If you can wait three+ days to buy a damned iPhone then you can wait in line to vote, asshats."
LOVE IT. The wait to vote was no where NEAR as long as I waited for my precious little pocket pal known as the iPhone. Oh well. It turns out the apple loving yuppies like myself still turned out in full force and elected Barack.
I was passing through my house when my roommate, ed, blurted out this phrase. See, ed religiously reads twitters. I'm pretty sure if its more then 140 characters, ed wont read it. Anyway she found this on a recap of twitters over the election.
I know it's been forever, I probably don't have any viewers any more, but eh, i will keep writing about silly things I came about on the Internets.
"If you can wait three+ days to buy a damned iPhone then you can wait in line to vote, asshats."
LOVE IT. The wait to vote was no where NEAR as long as I waited for my precious little pocket pal known as the iPhone. Oh well. It turns out the apple loving yuppies like myself still turned out in full force and elected Barack.
I was passing through my house when my roommate, ed, blurted out this phrase. See, ed religiously reads twitters. I'm pretty sure if its more then 140 characters, ed wont read it. Anyway she found this on a recap of twitters over the election.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Fun Things on the Internets...
My friend that I work with over the summer came across a couple blog post exchanges that gave us a laugh. In the first post, a blogger states that God is essentially unknowable,
"If I could explain just what my God was like, what he looks like, and what he is trying to accomplish through each individual situation, then that wouldn’t be a God big enough for me…"
Someone replied to him with,
"An unknowable God is the same (for all practical purposes) as no God at all."
Our blogger came back with,I see what your saying by saying an unknowable God is the same as no God at all. This is what I think is beautiful, God desires more than anything else, for us to know him.
Finally, a third party stepped in.
I find it interesting that you apparently agree wholeheartedly that “god” is unknowable and undefined, and yet in the very next breath, you claim to know exactly what “god” wants, desires and needs.
How do you reconcile those two diametrically opposed points without your brain explosively bifurcating?
I always find it fascinating that someone can, with so little apparent effort or thought, portray such ignorance in so few words.
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