Emotional ranting

Why doesn't anyone get it? Why the fuck are people so fucking caught up in their own insanely stupid lives? Is it really that hard to go out of your way to smile at a complete stranger? To share a chuckle over an elevator packed beyond capacity with obnoxious college guys? To reassure someone that their thoughts are worthwhile? Is it really impossible to single out someone, and say "good job". Are we all so caught up in our own lives that we can't spare the time to help another human being? Are we all so impoverished that we can't buy a complete stranger a drink? That we can't leave an overly generous tip for a particularly flustered waitress?
I'm not a saint. I don't pretend to be. I give of myself, because I honestly think other people deserve things more than I do. I know myself. I too often find myself being stingy. Being cheap. Being the kind of guy who refuses to make eye contact with another human being because I don't value human life enough. Or is it because I think that if they look at me, that if they look inside me...that they'll know? That they'll stumble across the habits that I keep hidden so very well. That perhaps, they'll see who I really am, and be completely and totally disgusted.
I may love people, but I keep too much of a distance. That is something that I will be working on in the future.

But goddamnit. Let's just all admit our damned humanity...and recognise the humanity of those around us. I don't give a fuck who they are or what they look like. How they dress, how they smell, how tall they are, how short they are, how fat they are, how dark they are, how ugly they are, how smart they are, how nerdy they are....NONE OF IT MATTERS! If you have a problem with someone's externalities then don't become friends with them...but respect them as human beings. If we all were to laugh a bit more freely, and were to stop being such uptight sons-of-bitches...the world might...it just might...be a happier place to live in.


What do you have to lose? Honestly. If anything, you will gain dignity...and my respect.

Sappy twit

As much as I try to refrain from the employment of my emotions...sometimes I can't help myself. I grew up in a family that was not very affectionate, to put it lightly. Hugs, or verbal expressions of love simply were not used. At best, one could say that my family has an attachment to each other. And that's my immediate family. Extended family, it gets even more weird. We acknowledge each other, but it never goes beyond small talk. We argue politics at family gatherings (I'm one of maybe 3 Democrats in a family of a good dozen and a half Republicans)...and we talk business, and the externalities of general life. No emotions.
Switch to the time that I was just starting high school...and I was fast becoming a very expressive person. My group of friends was a closeknit one. We hugged, we laughed, we cried...we shared each other's lives. Then I became a bit too expressive, and came out of the closet; and that entire aspect of my life vanished. I lived in a whirlwind of bitter cynicism and general hatred for humanity for well over a year. Met the person of my dreams, fell madly in love...and things changed a bit. He and I were as close as two people could be. But there was a side of him that I couldn't quite deal with. I just couldn't.
Just over a year ago...while still involved with the boy...I met someone else. He was quiet, but managed to make me laugh. He kept up with me in conversation...made me think about things. Challenged me intellectually. I fell for him. He was, and is, the most incredible person I have met. I know many people who have one or two of his most attractive characteristics...but none combine them the way he does.
Over the past year, my love for him has grown. Normally I get bored with people after a few months...because they don't have the substance to interest me for any period of time greater than that. Not so with this one. He intrigues me, he stimulates my complete interest.

I love him. Nothing extravagant. Nothing extreme. I am passionately in love with this fellow...and I don't see that changing. And should he happen to read this...

I love you S. More than I can possibly express.

Trollop

Tonight was a good night. I don't know why. Alright, maybe I do, but they tell me that one of the ways to keep someone intrigued is by being mysterious. And so I work on that...working the mystique...and such. Honestly though, I haven't had an entire day of relaxation in a long, long time. I'm always doing something that puts my blood pressure through the roof...or bores me to tears. Lately I have spent far too many hours of my days on the phone, bitching out some random incompetent. Or trying to figure out how my life is going to work out in the future.
Funny story. I was tired of working my ass off, and still coming up short financially. It's not so easy being a full-time student who is financially independent. And when my dear old piece-of-shit car died, that was the final straw. I said the hell with it and took out a student loan. Just enough to live on...and to be able to pay for a newer, nicer car. Right now I'm eyeing up this beautiful deep green Saab. I've become addicted to the cars. They're beautiful. They're incredibly durable (my car's odometer read 810,000 miles)...and just amazing. And my prospect is amazing. I'm taking her out for a spin tomorrow...and then deciding whether or not I want to make her mine. So excited. You have no idea.
Anyway, dealing with various mechanics, dealers, a concerned mother, a rather indifferent (in regards to what car I get) boyfriend, and an ex who thinks that I'm finally giving in to his request of last year to buy a new car...all of that has been rather exhausting. Coupled with issues with my loan agency. Stupid fuckers who shall not be named...they're lovely, really. Randomly having my initial loan canceled, without my approval, without my school's approval...without really any explanation...other than the fact that it was "an automated response". My re-application for a loan is almost complete...which pisses me off. My credit is fine. My rates are higher...because I am a student...without a more credit-worthy cosigner...but still....my credit is decent. Tomorrow I get to have a little conference with my school's loan coordinator...who is equally pissed with the afore-non-mentioned agency. Should be fun.
I'm sure no one actually reads this...but how fun would it be if someone actually did? Someone who actually found me to be witty...not to mention pretty and gay...that'd be awesome.