Safe Bet

Stafford: get it together. We know that you would love to show the world your full potential. We get it. You’re good. The problem is you aren’t good at staying healthy. When you recently decided to forego surgery on your paper bag shoulder, you rained on the Lions’ future. I understand that you want to play, you want to win. Fuck, so do I my friend. I want you to shit on everyone. I want to hear “Stafford drops back, finds Megatron, touchdown!” every Sunday. But we all know how much beating a wet paper bag can take. Make Bulldog fans and Lions fan proud, opt for surgery.
In other news that falls on deaf ears, a recent CNN poll shows that an overwhelming amount of people have no idea the GOP controls the house. Couple with the recent statistic that sheds new light on the nation’s concern (or lack thereof) in politics, we have a situation. Have we really lost our hope? The turnout for the ’08 presidential election was the highest in had been in years, yet now it’s “well, we tried” and “I can’t remember what side I’m voting on”. To the former: No, you didn’t. The United States in an overwhelming majority elected a leader that put a shovel in our hands and said “help me dig it out” and we said “this isn’t what I signed up for”. To the GOP- this is what your platform stands on. Support your president or replace him with one of your own that says the SAME FUCKING THING. And to the latter: You’re voting on the side. You vote for your kids. What are we giving them? Pick up a shovel and stop groveling about your current situation. It’s getting worse everywhere. Many things are true, I have bad luck, people have worse luck, and Jameson is good luck. In a recent poll of my memories, Jameson is 90% of them. The other 10% consists of babbling, static, driving, and work. Will it carry me through? I realize that as the season is upon us and me, I need to figure out a way around the impending dark time of my year. As most of you know I have a questionable tie to seasonal depression. This season. Some say it is a combination of darker nights, shorter days, cold weather and rain. To them I say “I’m from Humboldt County”. So what is it? I will tell you this: another study shows that most breakups occur around the holiday season. Whether it is because we are too cheap to buy, invest in, or create gifts for our loved ones, or that we fear commitment of any form, I know that I have been the worst kind of person during this time. I count 6 straight breakups, avoidances, fights, no-shows, and stand-ups. I also count some of the best times with my friends and family. Mostly because I am single around this time. I enter the season somewhat together, somewhat composed, and somewhat committed. Only as I have always had a reliable form of structure entering this season, I lack that support, that boundary. The man in me, the man created during my unemployment, the man who has in some ways become calmer, quieter, calculating, and somewhat non-committal mostly in fear of that which is temporary, has something. I’m not sure what it is, but the reality of it has become a question instead of an answer. It has gone from “it is what it is” to the “what is it?” I know what the situation is because I define it. I am the one who is up front. I want you- for now. Don’t ask about later. And when later comes? Later. I haven’t been able to place my trust in anyone because the last one that had it didn’t return the favor.
But I’m doing it. And I have become someone’s safe bet. The safe bet is familiar more to me than most because in seconds I can identify it with a series of statistics, trends, and breaks. With this Sunday’s games ahead, it’s a safe bet that between the Lions and Cowboys not only will there end a better team, but someone will be injured. In all the games this year, both teams have lost a player to an injury in every game. Not indefinitely, but a starter nonetheless.
I know that in the end my thirst for reciprocation will either be quenched or elongated, and I know that I am not one to be lead on. I’m not complacent.

... and if my past is any sign of our future...

::Tech Geek::

It's become apparent that most of my blogs revolve around the miseries of the current situations either I or someone in my life are going through. This isn't an "emo" blog. I just wanted to pass on stories of my debauchery and latter consequences. However I find myself straying into areas that many people would consider depressing. I am not that man

I love hockey. Most of us have heard or seen of hockey, but the mystery of it lies in our geographical and historical nature. I would enlighten you on both but the reality is we don't have a lot of snow on the west coast. The Red Wings are destroying it right now, and as I find myself meticulously following a dynasty similar to that of the Yankees, I reflect: is this what a Yankees fan feels like? Not the same I cry! Our city is poor, our heroes rise from the dirt, our legends made of Michigan blood. What's your favorite team?
We have hobbies, us all. They occupy the time, give us purpose, and provide a bridge to our participants in said hobby. Most of us that normally would not interact find a strange bond that rivals friendship and camaraderie through hardship. Why must we belong? Humans by nature are social, therefore common likenesses must be established. My hobby is technology. Simple: I like change. I have always liked change; taking trips, new foods, engaging in mischief. But to like change is to like deviance. And yet I like the iPhone. A walking contradiction I find myself scouring the Earth for the unique only to find I am similar to others in my plight alone. The desire for change and difference is shared by many and therefore is a paradox: how can we define unique? Is it something that is different from the day-to-day but is easily replicated? Or is it the snowflake? Fuck snowflakes.
A friend quoted once: "to break up with someone is to gain confidence, to have them break it off with you is to lose confidence. So begin and break up as many relationships as possible and you will always have high self confidence". Is that what I've been doing? I don't think it makes sense. I honestly search for what is good for me. Is that selfish? Fuck ya, but why settle for less when you get one shot at life. Why is selfish bad? Why do I hear people complaining about their life and not doing anything about it? They're selfless. They don't want to hurt the roommates, co-workers, boyfriend girlfriend, friend, family, or the guy in the grocery line who has 20 items in the 10 items line's feelings. Fuck that get yours. Life is too short, don't be the death bed regret. And with that being said, I started something I intend to follow through on. Something that is good, and it feels damn good too. All those who nay-said and criticized can suck it. The reality was you couldn't pull out of your dying relationships fast enough. You couldn't end it after it already ended. My heart goes out to you. And you :)