Tuesday, December 27, 2011


So I've been watching a lot of How I Met Your Mother recently, since Netflix added it to Instant Stream. I had seen the show a few times before and enjoyed it, so I decided to give it a go. It's a great show, but I've developed such a love/hate relationship with it.

During the show itself, I have no problems. The jokes are funny, and sometimes predictable, but there's nothing wrong with that. Shows often make you feels smarter if you can tell what jokes are coming. If you've never seen it, you really should look into it. It's a great comedy about how different people handle relationships. You have the couple that's been together since high school, the guy whose sole purpose is to have sex with as many women as possible, and then there's the main character, Ted. The show revolves around him finding his soul mate, hence the name "How I Met Your Mother."

It's clear that CBS picked Ted as the main character because that's who a lot of people empathize with. Seems like a lot of us are out here looking for that special someone we want to spend the rest of our lives with. Of course, some have already found that person and some just aren't interested in looking, so that's what the other characters are for, to cover all the bases.

Now onto the problem with the show. It always comes just after the last scene, when the credits start rolling. For me right before, there's always that "Aww..." moment. It's either a good aww when something goes right or a bad aww when something goes wrong, but it always seems to be an aww. Either way it never fails that during the credits, I always get a sinking feeling. If it was a good aww, the feeling is a hint of jealously because things went right. If it was a bad aww, I tend to put myself in poor Ted's shoes because I know the feeling.

By now you're probably thinking about how stupid I am, having emotional ties to a TV show. I agree completely. But if you think back to and TV shows or movies in your life, there's always been some sort of emotional response. That's what they're for. Same goes for theatre.

The important point I wanna make here is not to let something you watch define what you expect out of life. I'll use relationships as an example. Far too many people expect love to be just like the movies, where two people from different worlds magically find each other and fall in love in front of a nicely painted sunset background. I hate to break it to you folks, but it never works like that.

Sure, I have feelings about certain things I watch. But I know not to expect something perfect like that out of life. And to be honest, that's a good thing. I'd like to think I'm a nice guy, but I couldn't be half as romantic as those movie guys. But that's ok with me, because I know they wear tons of makeup and everything they say comes off a piece of paper they had to memorize.

I'd much rather wait around for something real than try and force something scripted.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

So this is Christmas...

Though at times it doesn't feel like it, the date on the calendar says it's that time of year again. A time for getting together with family and friends and sharing memories that last a lifetime. A time for giving gifts to those you care about and receiving them as well. A time for forgetting what's truly important.

Wait...what was that last one again?

Yeah, you read it right. People forget things all year 'round, but this time is more serious than any other. People often forget why they're celebrating in the first place. And if you still don't realize where this is going, you should look Christmas up on Wikipedia to see where it came from. Come back when you're done, k?

Now those of us on the same page know that I'm talking about the birth of Jesus. I'm sure your first instinct here is to either agree with me wholeheartedly or scoff at my belief and trudge away to another corner of the Internet. If you're one of the scoffers, just hear me out. This isn't a post to try and force my beliefs down other people's throats. People like that annoy me about as much as they do you. No, this is just me sharing my thoughts on what the season is and should be all about.

The whole holiday started because of the birth of one person. If that doesn't tell you he's important, I don't know what would. I'm not asking you to change the way you believe just because I said so. Just keep in mind that if it weren't for Jesus, Christmas wouldn't exist. You really can't help but acknowledge the fact that he's a pretty important guy.

I won't respond to any arguments. Those are pointless and never accomplish anything. But if you wanna talk more about what I believe, feel free to contact me about it.

Have a Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 19, 2011

Women's Writes, Part 1

I'll never understand women.

I can say that with complete confidence that I'll never need to take it back. I gave this title a Part 1 because I'm sure I'll be writing about this subject a lot. Don't worry, this isn't going to be a series of posts about how women are horrible creatures. That would be a lie. There's just so many things about them that I'll never comprehend. To be honest, there's probably a lot of things they don't understand about themselves. This segment I'm starting is to share my thoughts on why women do the things they do. This could be dangerous, I know. I'm probably the least knowledgeable person you'll ever meet when it comes to women. But I'll try my best.

My question for tonight is this: "Why do women have no confidence in themselves?"

Men are generally the more confident gender. (There's exceptions to every rule of course.) It's just occurred to me recently that a lot of women these days have zero confidence whatsoever. I've seen and heard multiple girls talking about how they're going to be alone forever and how horrible their life is because they're not dating anyone. If your happiness is based on whether or not you're with someone, you need to get your priorities straight. (I should know, I struggle with the same problem.) Most women today live their life from one guy to the next and that's what determines their happiness.

I'll say this once, ladies: Who you are is not defined by who you're with, but who you're without.

Guys, this is where we come in. Believe it or not, we're a huge reason girls have confidence issues. A lot of us treat women like garbage, so that's what they feel like they are. (The term "trashy" ring a bell?) If you're committed to a girl, respect that commitment. If you're not mature enough to care about one single girl, stay out of her life because you're not worth her time.

Now back to what I said earlier. There's a lot of loser guys out there. Ladies, it's your responsibility to stay away from them. If you're a girl who dates the same kind of guy over and over again and it always ends in tears and screaming, I have absolutely no sympathy for you.

It's harsh, I know. But you've got to be selective in who you choose to be with. Maybe if women raised their standards when it comes to the men they date, there'd be less loser guys around. They would die off.

Natural selection, look it up.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Making Cents of it All

I often wonder why it is we do the things we do. There's always some motivation for every action. Without it, there's no reason for it to happen, right? But what's in a motivation that causes the drive to do something? I suppose it depends on what that motivation is in the first place. Regardless of what it is that motivates you as a person, it always gives you an intense feeling of purpose that what you're about to do is right. People often overlook this and easily judge people.

We can all agree stealing something from a store is wrong, right? What if the person stealing is motivated to take as much food as he can from that convenience store because his family is at home starving and he's been out of work for months? Knowing all the details makes it a bit tougher to pass judgement.

I could spend all night arguing about moral absolutes, but that's not what's on my mind right now. I can't seem to grasp how anything can motivate you to repeatedly attempt something multiple times when it always turns out the same. Now I'm not talking about doing the exact same thing over and over again. That would be stupid. But no two situations are alike. It may take different paths to get there, but a certain motivation can make you forget the ending that always results simply because of the slight possibility things may turn out different this time.

But they never do.

I'm sure everyone has something in particular that comes to mind when you think of this, myself included. I don't really care to share publicly what that is, but if you know me well enough, it isn't hard to figure out. But this brings up an important question.

Should you give up?

If one day, a kid finds the coolest looking stuffed animal he's ever seen in a claw machine, you better believe he's going to use every quarter he has to try and get it. 75 cents later, he's broke and empty-handed. He asks his parents for more money, but they tell him it's time to go home. Something he was willing to try time and time again until he got what he wanted is now beyond his reach and he's forced to give up.

Well, life doesn't run on quarters and there's no parents to come and tell us it's time to go home for the day to end our repeated attempts at claiming the prize. The truth is that in many situations, there's nothing stopping you from spending your entire life trying to get whatever it is you're seeking. You've got to decide for yourself when enough is enough. Perhaps the question isn't about whether you should give up, but something different. Is it something you should try only once, or is it worth more to you?

How many quarters should you spend?