::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 :)