I'm having one of those times in my life where the days seem to move on without any rhyme or reason. Have you ever had a time like that? It's not that I have no motivation or that I'm depressed for whatever reason. In fact, I have come to appreciate the fact that I have some wonderful friends and live in a beautiful part of the world. I think it's just the season. I don't totally understand it, but summer really knocks me on my tail. The heat gets to me more than the cold does, I think. However, right now I'm also dealing with a busy schedule that leaves little time for slacking (at least for the next two weeks). It's quite the dilemma, but I know I'll work through it. I'm not really sure why I'm writing this blog other than the fact that I need to process why I'm having trouble getting on the ball and doing all the things I need to. Basically, this is my brain dump, and I would suggest that you pretty much ignore me on this one...it's a pretty random thought that I will probably forget by morning, so please don't think I'm being a basketcase again...lol.
On a lighter note, I had the chance to cook some really yummy food tonight on the grill and on the stove. It was awesome to have the creative outlet, and it was more fun than going out to eat for the 100th time this month...I'm so tired of eating out, so having the chance to cook was really cool.
Well, that's it for now...I'm tired of being at the computer, so I'm going to bed...ttfn all.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Life is, what life will always be...LIFE.
I've determined (once again) that life is always going to be the same in one sense...there will always be twists and turns down the road that have the potential to throw you off. Life is not a simple list of black and white choices we have to make in order to get to the end and experience some grand revelation of sorts. My life is absolutely no exception to this "rule".
I have had financial difficulties ever since I graduated from high school. I have had to struggle with paying for pretty much everything from basic necessity items to school with little help from anyone. I have certainly made my mistakes (errors in judgment) when it comes to how I've used the meager incomes I've managed to pull in; however, I'm very glad that the ultimate measure of life has nothing to do with the amount of money we have made along the way. I am confident that I will eventually get to a point where I can at least "make it" financially. I have the drive and determination to do whatever task lies ahead of me. I may not always choose the correct option, but I make the best of whatever hand I've been dealt.
Right now, I'm at another one of those turning points, and it's not any easier now than it has ever been. However, I'm confident that I will learn at least something through all of the headaches and heartaches to come. I feel like I'm an oxymoron (not just a simple moron) in the sense that I keep making the same wrong choices even though I know they are wrong. I seek out what I know is not going to end up satisfying my needs and/or wants. All along, I have a wonderful child who keeps giving me "his" suggestions as to what I should do or be doing. It's quite humorous at times (usually after the fact).
A friend posted in her blog that the whole act of making choices/decisions is one of the most challenging yet rewarding acts we can do in this life. When we make a decision, we make a change in our life, regardless of how small or large. This is an amazing revelation to me, but it's also a very frustrating point of contention with my psyche, which really doesn't want to change the way it proccesses information.
In the end, I think it comes down to stepping outside of ourselves and our little comfort box and allowing the pains of the world to act as feelers for the right path rather than deterrents from making a choice at all. Is this an easy task? Absolutely not...not in a million years. However, my experience is that when I step beyond my fears and trust in God that things tend to fall more into place.
Anyway, I am simply using this little ramble to help me get through one of those new/old decisions as to what options to embrace for living arrangements, debt management, finances, relationships, and oh...let's see...about 100 more decisions I have to make in the next few weeks, months, years, etc. The only real, tangible thing I have to hold onto is the idea that if I take "baby steps" in a direction, I will come to the next bend where I can take another "baby step" rather than trying to take one giant leap into the dark. Amazing how that works.
I have had financial difficulties ever since I graduated from high school. I have had to struggle with paying for pretty much everything from basic necessity items to school with little help from anyone. I have certainly made my mistakes (errors in judgment) when it comes to how I've used the meager incomes I've managed to pull in; however, I'm very glad that the ultimate measure of life has nothing to do with the amount of money we have made along the way. I am confident that I will eventually get to a point where I can at least "make it" financially. I have the drive and determination to do whatever task lies ahead of me. I may not always choose the correct option, but I make the best of whatever hand I've been dealt.
Right now, I'm at another one of those turning points, and it's not any easier now than it has ever been. However, I'm confident that I will learn at least something through all of the headaches and heartaches to come. I feel like I'm an oxymoron (not just a simple moron) in the sense that I keep making the same wrong choices even though I know they are wrong. I seek out what I know is not going to end up satisfying my needs and/or wants. All along, I have a wonderful child who keeps giving me "his" suggestions as to what I should do or be doing. It's quite humorous at times (usually after the fact).
A friend posted in her blog that the whole act of making choices/decisions is one of the most challenging yet rewarding acts we can do in this life. When we make a decision, we make a change in our life, regardless of how small or large. This is an amazing revelation to me, but it's also a very frustrating point of contention with my psyche, which really doesn't want to change the way it proccesses information.
In the end, I think it comes down to stepping outside of ourselves and our little comfort box and allowing the pains of the world to act as feelers for the right path rather than deterrents from making a choice at all. Is this an easy task? Absolutely not...not in a million years. However, my experience is that when I step beyond my fears and trust in God that things tend to fall more into place.
Anyway, I am simply using this little ramble to help me get through one of those new/old decisions as to what options to embrace for living arrangements, debt management, finances, relationships, and oh...let's see...about 100 more decisions I have to make in the next few weeks, months, years, etc. The only real, tangible thing I have to hold onto is the idea that if I take "baby steps" in a direction, I will come to the next bend where I can take another "baby step" rather than trying to take one giant leap into the dark. Amazing how that works.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
The Relationship Ramble
I've determined that I know absolutely nothing about relationships and therefore have no right to comment on them in general. I can, however, comment on my own relationships and the failures thereof. I have yet to have a successful relationship despite my fleeting attempts at it. It's not really that I don't want a relationship or wouldn't accept the prospects of such a thing. However, for whatever reason the reality of a lasting relationship has been more elusive than trying to chase a Ferrari down the Autobon.
I think my dilemma lies in the types of people I have been pursuing and my self-consciousness regarding how my family will react to such people. I am repulsed by a woman who cusses all the time; yet, that's also the same type of woman that I have found myself attracted to as well. Smoking is a huge red flag for me, but in today's day and age, smoking is so prevalent that even those I never thought smoked at all turn out to be smokers (AKA Dragons). Drinking is something I can handle in moderation, but the women I have chased after have this tendency to indulge a bit too much.
Now, I don't know that any of these things would bother me as much if I didn't have a child whose opinions I have to take into consideration every time I turn around. As a friend said the other night, I have to screen for both a partner for myself and motherly skills, even though I'm really not looking for a mother for my child. I'm a package deal, and with that status comes more considerations than many other singles.
So, what does all of this mean? Actually, I have no idea what it means other than the fact that I need to start making different choices regarding those whom I meet and how I meet them. The problem is, how do you meet single women who aren't going to end up being repulsive, annoying, and destructive to my psyche? If anyone has the answer to this question, please let me know. Until someone comes up with a good answer, I guess I will just have to learn to live as a single parent without a partner and provide my child with the best life possible.
I think my dilemma lies in the types of people I have been pursuing and my self-consciousness regarding how my family will react to such people. I am repulsed by a woman who cusses all the time; yet, that's also the same type of woman that I have found myself attracted to as well. Smoking is a huge red flag for me, but in today's day and age, smoking is so prevalent that even those I never thought smoked at all turn out to be smokers (AKA Dragons). Drinking is something I can handle in moderation, but the women I have chased after have this tendency to indulge a bit too much.
Now, I don't know that any of these things would bother me as much if I didn't have a child whose opinions I have to take into consideration every time I turn around. As a friend said the other night, I have to screen for both a partner for myself and motherly skills, even though I'm really not looking for a mother for my child. I'm a package deal, and with that status comes more considerations than many other singles.
So, what does all of this mean? Actually, I have no idea what it means other than the fact that I need to start making different choices regarding those whom I meet and how I meet them. The problem is, how do you meet single women who aren't going to end up being repulsive, annoying, and destructive to my psyche? If anyone has the answer to this question, please let me know. Until someone comes up with a good answer, I guess I will just have to learn to live as a single parent without a partner and provide my child with the best life possible.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Woe is me....NOT!
I realized today how easy it is to work myself into feeling lonely and sorry for myself. It is true that I don't have a partner right at the moment, but I know from past experience that being alone doesn't necessarily mean you have to be lonely. The problem is that I'm human, and such have all the human tendencies to throw pity parties if I allow myself to. Of course, it is never really productive to get into such ruts, but it happens. So, what do you do about it? Well, for me, it is simple...I get up away from my computer and find a paint brush or a camera or a sketch pad and start refocusing my mind on something more creative. However, it is also easy to have blocks to the ole creativity...in such moments, the answers to pulling out of the rut get a little muddled.
What was the cause of today's rut? Well, today Caleb wanted to buy himself a BB gun, which was not the problem in and of itself. I have no problem with him having a BB gun, and I'm not going to go around saying "You'll shoot your eye out," except in fun (yes, my son has watched A Christmas Story many times). However, after we got back from the quest to get a BB gun, I got a phone call from a bill collector (again!!!), and I remembered the fact that I'm broke, in a new area, have no good friends here, and I really need to get a life outside of fixing up my house (that's another story). However, is that a GOOD reason for a pity party? Hmmmm...not really, but it happens.
Fortunately, I had one blank canvas in the garage along with my paints and brushes, so I went out while my son played with his friends and/or watched his video to the garage and painted for an hour or so. What a breath of fresh air (not literally, but figuratively) that was. My painting started out with the brightest color I had to symbolize my desire to pull out of the darkness of depression. Then I went with the darkest color for contrast, but I kept the stars and building lights shining brightly. I also painted a streetlight shining incandescent light upon a lone man sitting on a park bench. The mountains in the background loomed heavy, but a single eye in the sky replaced the moon to symbolize the fact that even when we feel we are alone, we really aren't. The big guy upstairs (aka God) has us covered, even when we don't necessarily feel his presence.
The yellow then became the sand from the poem "Footprints in the Sand" with a white fence at the bottom to add perspective, and a lone garden in the middle of a sandy shore to symbolize replenishment for the soul. I haven't painted the footprints yet because part of me doesn't really want to tread on the sand. I realize that the climb to the top of the mountains gives a much better perspective on the problems I face, and since I couldn't just take off and leave Caleb while I gallavanted up the mountain to "gain perspective", it was the next best thing to provide some very large mountains where the journey might be long and hard (and it is), but the benefits of making the climb will be (and are) totally worth it in the end.
I guess one of the biggest things I'm struggling with now is the fact that I left a low-ish paying, but otherwise comfortable and enjoyable job to come to an unfamiliar land with no paychecks for over a month and no cash reserves to tide me over. I'll admit that I'm struggling with debt, depression, and direction, but I know this is where I'm supposed to be. Climbing this mountain will be probably the biggest challenge I've ever faced, but the benefits in the end (the long term) are what I'm here for. It's all about the adventure, and for now until I have the perspective I need, I will have to rely on my God-given creativity in order to keep me focused and out of the slump of depression that would be easy to fall into.
Okay, pardon my ramblings, but I really needed to do this tonight. I prefer sarcasm over seriousness, but life gets serious at times, so deal with it and move on, just as I'm working towards. Life is not easy, but it's always an adventure...adventures are NEVER comfortable, but they're always good (even if it takes us years to realize it).
TTFN & Rock On!
David
What was the cause of today's rut? Well, today Caleb wanted to buy himself a BB gun, which was not the problem in and of itself. I have no problem with him having a BB gun, and I'm not going to go around saying "You'll shoot your eye out," except in fun (yes, my son has watched A Christmas Story many times). However, after we got back from the quest to get a BB gun, I got a phone call from a bill collector (again!!!), and I remembered the fact that I'm broke, in a new area, have no good friends here, and I really need to get a life outside of fixing up my house (that's another story). However, is that a GOOD reason for a pity party? Hmmmm...not really, but it happens.
Fortunately, I had one blank canvas in the garage along with my paints and brushes, so I went out while my son played with his friends and/or watched his video to the garage and painted for an hour or so. What a breath of fresh air (not literally, but figuratively) that was. My painting started out with the brightest color I had to symbolize my desire to pull out of the darkness of depression. Then I went with the darkest color for contrast, but I kept the stars and building lights shining brightly. I also painted a streetlight shining incandescent light upon a lone man sitting on a park bench. The mountains in the background loomed heavy, but a single eye in the sky replaced the moon to symbolize the fact that even when we feel we are alone, we really aren't. The big guy upstairs (aka God) has us covered, even when we don't necessarily feel his presence.
The yellow then became the sand from the poem "Footprints in the Sand" with a white fence at the bottom to add perspective, and a lone garden in the middle of a sandy shore to symbolize replenishment for the soul. I haven't painted the footprints yet because part of me doesn't really want to tread on the sand. I realize that the climb to the top of the mountains gives a much better perspective on the problems I face, and since I couldn't just take off and leave Caleb while I gallavanted up the mountain to "gain perspective", it was the next best thing to provide some very large mountains where the journey might be long and hard (and it is), but the benefits of making the climb will be (and are) totally worth it in the end.
I guess one of the biggest things I'm struggling with now is the fact that I left a low-ish paying, but otherwise comfortable and enjoyable job to come to an unfamiliar land with no paychecks for over a month and no cash reserves to tide me over. I'll admit that I'm struggling with debt, depression, and direction, but I know this is where I'm supposed to be. Climbing this mountain will be probably the biggest challenge I've ever faced, but the benefits in the end (the long term) are what I'm here for. It's all about the adventure, and for now until I have the perspective I need, I will have to rely on my God-given creativity in order to keep me focused and out of the slump of depression that would be easy to fall into.
Okay, pardon my ramblings, but I really needed to do this tonight. I prefer sarcasm over seriousness, but life gets serious at times, so deal with it and move on, just as I'm working towards. Life is not easy, but it's always an adventure...adventures are NEVER comfortable, but they're always good (even if it takes us years to realize it).
TTFN & Rock On!
David
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Life...Ugh!
It always amazes me how much us teachers talk about "real-world" stuff, only to have the "real-world" come back and slap us in the face later. I have my students working in groups because I know that they will have group projects both in college and out in the "real-world" of work upon completing their studies at my prestigious institution of sports and secondary education. However, when I come home, there isn't a group to work with right now, just an opinionated, headstrong 8 year-old who thinks the world revolves around him. Of course, my world DOES somewhat revolve around him because most of the choices I've made this past 5 years have been made to provide him with the best life I can possibly give him.
Now comes the catch...The "real" world is alive and well and beating at my front door, on my telephone, on my cell-phone, on my Internet, etc. every day now because I have switched jobs, and I have NO money to speak of, only bills. Ugh!!! Where's the Calgon when I need it. I would love to just snap my fingers and have all of the bills go away, but that just isn't happenin'. So, what do you do when the real-world is a vicious cycle that seems more like a merry-go-round spinning at a million miles per hour? PRAY! and Pray HARD!!!!
On a brighter note, I know that I have a paycheck coming at the end of the month, but wow, that seems like a long time away, especially in a month with 5 weekends. I guess I'm going to have to get knee pads and a big pillow to place under my knees as I pray, pray, and pray some more. I guess maybe this isn't the stuff for a public forum like a blog, but what are these things for other than to rant a little bit. The Real-world makes most of us wont for the elementary school years when we had no bills to pay on our own. However, there isn't any use crying over spilled milk, so to speak. Life will go on, and life will always have its ups and downs. That IS the Real World for 90% of us. The other 10% can go take their vacations and eat them too. I live in the real world, and despite its ups and downs, what better adventure than a rollercoaster.
Rock On!!!!
Now comes the catch...The "real" world is alive and well and beating at my front door, on my telephone, on my cell-phone, on my Internet, etc. every day now because I have switched jobs, and I have NO money to speak of, only bills. Ugh!!! Where's the Calgon when I need it. I would love to just snap my fingers and have all of the bills go away, but that just isn't happenin'. So, what do you do when the real-world is a vicious cycle that seems more like a merry-go-round spinning at a million miles per hour? PRAY! and Pray HARD!!!!
On a brighter note, I know that I have a paycheck coming at the end of the month, but wow, that seems like a long time away, especially in a month with 5 weekends. I guess I'm going to have to get knee pads and a big pillow to place under my knees as I pray, pray, and pray some more. I guess maybe this isn't the stuff for a public forum like a blog, but what are these things for other than to rant a little bit. The Real-world makes most of us wont for the elementary school years when we had no bills to pay on our own. However, there isn't any use crying over spilled milk, so to speak. Life will go on, and life will always have its ups and downs. That IS the Real World for 90% of us. The other 10% can go take their vacations and eat them too. I live in the real world, and despite its ups and downs, what better adventure than a rollercoaster.
Rock On!!!!
Friday, September 01, 2006
Uhhhhh...Hmmmm....Okay
I have discovered the value of a stuffed up head today. I had a teacher work day today where I actually got a lot of work done even with my son watching movies, coworkers coming by to visit, and alarms not working properly. I was actually able to get stuff done, though, because my head was so stuffed up that I couldn't hear the movies or the coworkers. I was, so to speak, lost inside myself today. Of course, the work I got done didn't involve a lot of thinking, but I was able to get it done, which was an awesome accomplishment for me because it was the tedious stuff that my over-active brain normally wouldn't have allowed me to get done if it had actually been working in overdrive as it almost always is.
I got home tonight and really just wanted to sit down and relax and act like broccoli (sp?). I didn't even have the energy to make dinner, so we ended up eating at one of those fine establishments of food rapido (fast food). As soon as I sat in the chair and closed my eyes, I got a phone call on my cell phone. The funny thing about that was that my son and I were just talking (15 minutes earlier) about the fact that I think my cell phone had been shut off. Anyway, it was a friend of mine from Portland, calling me out of the blue while riding on the Max in Portland. It was really awesome to talk to her because I had been planning on calling her the night before but when I thought of it, it was too late. As soon as I hung up with her, I got a call from my son's mom who wanted to say goodnight to him since she was going out of town this weekend. I still wasn't able to get the break I needed....ugh! Anyway, it was just one of those days, so I half expected the sky to start falling or something because it simply wouldn't have been the expected thing to happen (I'm learning to expect the unexpected).
I guess the point of my ramblings tonight is that even on a day when my head was clouded, it didn't mean that life had to be miserable or anything like that. My plans are constantly in flux, and to be honest, I think I actually like it that way. Life never gets boring if it's always changing. Does it always make sense? Oh, man, absolutely not. However, I hope that if someone is reading this on a "bad" day for them that they can stop for a minute and relish the thought, mustard the strength, and ketchup on what is happening with an old friend. Life's too short to worry about the small stuff. Rock On!!!!
David
I got home tonight and really just wanted to sit down and relax and act like broccoli (sp?). I didn't even have the energy to make dinner, so we ended up eating at one of those fine establishments of food rapido (fast food). As soon as I sat in the chair and closed my eyes, I got a phone call on my cell phone. The funny thing about that was that my son and I were just talking (15 minutes earlier) about the fact that I think my cell phone had been shut off. Anyway, it was a friend of mine from Portland, calling me out of the blue while riding on the Max in Portland. It was really awesome to talk to her because I had been planning on calling her the night before but when I thought of it, it was too late. As soon as I hung up with her, I got a call from my son's mom who wanted to say goodnight to him since she was going out of town this weekend. I still wasn't able to get the break I needed....ugh! Anyway, it was just one of those days, so I half expected the sky to start falling or something because it simply wouldn't have been the expected thing to happen (I'm learning to expect the unexpected).
I guess the point of my ramblings tonight is that even on a day when my head was clouded, it didn't mean that life had to be miserable or anything like that. My plans are constantly in flux, and to be honest, I think I actually like it that way. Life never gets boring if it's always changing. Does it always make sense? Oh, man, absolutely not. However, I hope that if someone is reading this on a "bad" day for them that they can stop for a minute and relish the thought, mustard the strength, and ketchup on what is happening with an old friend. Life's too short to worry about the small stuff. Rock On!!!!
David
Thursday, August 31, 2006
The Dating Game
I just moved to a new area to pursue a new "adventure" as a high school teacher. So far, the high school teaching part isn't such a big deal (busy, but that's nothing new), but being new to the area, I really don't have many friends. So, to the point of this entry into a brand new blog, talking about friendships/relationships/etc. It seems like it should get easier as you get older to communicate with someone from the opposite sex, and to a certain extent it is. However, finding the "right" person isn't such an easy task. I mean, when you move into a new place, finding the hangouts is a royal pain in the rear, especially when you have a little guy in tow who would rather hang out with his kid friends that he really doesn't know that well either. Don't get me wrong, I love the little monster, but it certainly puts a damper in a social life when you don't know anyone to watch him while you go out searching for Ms. Right. Oh well, I guess there's always next year...or the year after that...or the year after that...well, you get the picture.
Being single and over 35 is really a challenge because everyone I know is jaded to the point where they simply don't trust anyone else. Jadedness is such an uncool thing because it always makes you focus on what bad will happen, but it's also a good defense mechanism (sometimes) for making the same stupid mistakes I've made in the past. So, what exactly am I looking for? In case anyone really even cares. I'm not that picky really...I'm looking for someone who is perfect...only one requirement, that's not too much to ask, right? Okay, I'm just kidding. What I really want is simply someone who is up for seeing life as an adventure with all of the ups and downs similar to the biggest rollercoaster rush you could ever imagine. I want to get off this ride called life and be able to say I made it with someone who is truly a companion, not my mother. Oh Lord help me if I ever marry someone because they are a "motherly" figure ever again. Of course, my son needs to have the motherly side of life around on a regular basis too, but I'm not going to date someone because they are a good mother to my child either. Like I said, I am looking for someone who can be a friend, companion, and the most awesome cheesecake maker ever (just kidding about the last part, but I do like cheesecake).
I want to climb to the top of a mountain beside the person who has committed themself to being my sidekick, mi amiga, and mi amor. I want to love someone with everything I have and receive the same in return. I want to have someone next to me that respects and loves me for who I am, what I am, how I am, and where I'm going. I don't actually care about perfection because God knows I'm not perfect. Why would I want someone around to remind me constantly of the fact that I'm not perfect. However, I would expect that if there are areas that I can work on that mi amiga would find a way to let me know while still respecting me as an overly educated, intelligent, commonsenseful human being who is fully capable of adapting over time (but not all at once).
Education and literacy are very important to me, but when I'm off duty, I don't make it my plan to correct everything from everyone around me. I would hope that the person I'm with would have enough of a sense of humor, however, that if I make a joke about a faux pas it wouldn't make them burst into tears. I am a sarcastic, smart alek that loves to pop one liners when I have the opportunity to do so without it being a blow to someone's self-esteem. I just feel that there is too much seriousness going on out there for us to make mountains out of ant hills (yeah, I know that's different than the normal saying goes--deal with it). I don't exactly see myself as a Knight in shining armor because shiny armor just gives you one more thing to worry about. I see myself more as the jester in King Arthur's court to be honest, but I'm more than willing to go to bat for those whom I love when the need arises.
Okay, I guess that's it. I suppose if anyone has a problem with what I'm looking for, there is no need to bother responding unless you can handle my reply back without shrinking into a little ball. I'm not desparate by any means. I have a full life as it is and very little time, but I always welcome the sarcastic dreamers into my life. Oh, by the way, I have plenty of dreams, some of which may or may not ever come true. I see no reason to sit around and sulk about being in a rut because there are always options if you know where to look and have the drive to pursue them. Does that mean those dreams will all happen...well, you can answer that one, I suppose. However, without dreams, where would we be in the first place? That's a good question to ask ourselves daily.
Now that is really it...no more P.S. s. TTFN
David
Being single and over 35 is really a challenge because everyone I know is jaded to the point where they simply don't trust anyone else. Jadedness is such an uncool thing because it always makes you focus on what bad will happen, but it's also a good defense mechanism (sometimes) for making the same stupid mistakes I've made in the past. So, what exactly am I looking for? In case anyone really even cares. I'm not that picky really...I'm looking for someone who is perfect...only one requirement, that's not too much to ask, right? Okay, I'm just kidding. What I really want is simply someone who is up for seeing life as an adventure with all of the ups and downs similar to the biggest rollercoaster rush you could ever imagine. I want to get off this ride called life and be able to say I made it with someone who is truly a companion, not my mother. Oh Lord help me if I ever marry someone because they are a "motherly" figure ever again. Of course, my son needs to have the motherly side of life around on a regular basis too, but I'm not going to date someone because they are a good mother to my child either. Like I said, I am looking for someone who can be a friend, companion, and the most awesome cheesecake maker ever (just kidding about the last part, but I do like cheesecake).
I want to climb to the top of a mountain beside the person who has committed themself to being my sidekick, mi amiga, and mi amor. I want to love someone with everything I have and receive the same in return. I want to have someone next to me that respects and loves me for who I am, what I am, how I am, and where I'm going. I don't actually care about perfection because God knows I'm not perfect. Why would I want someone around to remind me constantly of the fact that I'm not perfect. However, I would expect that if there are areas that I can work on that mi amiga would find a way to let me know while still respecting me as an overly educated, intelligent, commonsenseful human being who is fully capable of adapting over time (but not all at once).
Education and literacy are very important to me, but when I'm off duty, I don't make it my plan to correct everything from everyone around me. I would hope that the person I'm with would have enough of a sense of humor, however, that if I make a joke about a faux pas it wouldn't make them burst into tears. I am a sarcastic, smart alek that loves to pop one liners when I have the opportunity to do so without it being a blow to someone's self-esteem. I just feel that there is too much seriousness going on out there for us to make mountains out of ant hills (yeah, I know that's different than the normal saying goes--deal with it). I don't exactly see myself as a Knight in shining armor because shiny armor just gives you one more thing to worry about. I see myself more as the jester in King Arthur's court to be honest, but I'm more than willing to go to bat for those whom I love when the need arises.
Okay, I guess that's it. I suppose if anyone has a problem with what I'm looking for, there is no need to bother responding unless you can handle my reply back without shrinking into a little ball. I'm not desparate by any means. I have a full life as it is and very little time, but I always welcome the sarcastic dreamers into my life. Oh, by the way, I have plenty of dreams, some of which may or may not ever come true. I see no reason to sit around and sulk about being in a rut because there are always options if you know where to look and have the drive to pursue them. Does that mean those dreams will all happen...well, you can answer that one, I suppose. However, without dreams, where would we be in the first place? That's a good question to ask ourselves daily.
Now that is really it...no more P.S. s. TTFN
David
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