<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434</id><updated>2011-11-11T22:38:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strait-Jacket Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>Some posts here will be spur-of-the-moment expressions of my current feelings.  Some will be well thought-out things I've been wanting to express for a while.  Don't be quick to assume which of these each post is.  I readily welcome comments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-6571943053385208188</id><published>2011-11-11T21:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:38:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decay</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of watching the things I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance venues...other social circles...friendships...  I look at how many things--things that I've cherished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so deeply&lt;/span&gt; over the years--have come &amp;amp; gone, &amp;amp; it makes me so incredibly sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weber State Swing Club...  It was my first introduction to social dancing, something new to belong to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(where I didn't "fit in" with the Band crowd anymore)&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; it led me to the first thing in my life where I could be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; with girls.  But once the Dance Team formed, we lost our core group of regulars...&amp;amp; it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;floundered&lt;/span&gt; on &amp;amp; off for several more years...  Then once the Union Building started getting renovated, we got kicked out of the Ballroom, &amp;amp; into the the carpeted Gallery.  And it came to the point where there were several times more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High Schoolers&lt;/span&gt; than College-age kids coming.  That was such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt; fall &amp;amp; winter...watching the Swing Club die was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so painful&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Skillet...  It was such an awesome dance venue, with such quality dancers, &amp;amp; then it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;died down&lt;/span&gt; for no apparent reason...  They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"remade"&lt;/span&gt; it as the Downtown Stomp, &amp;amp; it had its moments on &amp;amp; off for a year or so, but with the economy, it kept struggling...&amp;amp; went down to 1 night a month...then died altogether...all because not enough people were willing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; it, &amp;amp; no one new wanted to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in charge..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Murray Arts Centre...  More than any other dance venue, more than Game Night, more than Frisbee, more than school, more than Institute, more than church, more than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; other social scene, the MAC felt like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my arena"&lt;/span&gt;.  It was the place I felt most comfortable, most confident, &amp;amp; most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at home&lt;/span&gt;.  The first few years were so amazing...  But with the downturn in the economy, it slowed down...and kept going down...until the point that hardly any people were coming...it was like Weber &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all over again&lt;/span&gt;...  The gigantic crowds at the final dance, &amp;amp; at the Masquerade the next spring, gave me hope that things could come back, even if only once a month--but the lackluster attendance for the Halloween Dance was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; depressing...  As much as I love my other social circles, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; has even come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; to filling the hole that losing the MAC left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uru...  It was such an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; computer game...  An incredibly original idea, with heart, &amp;amp; depth, &amp;amp; a rabidly devoted fan-base, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; potential...  But like so many other things, it was held back by the economy, &amp;amp; limited &amp;amp; fiddled around with by fear-based investors afraid to give any untested idea a decent chance...  And it died...  It knocked the wind out of us...it absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broke our legs&lt;/span&gt;...  We managed to keep it alive on a small-scale, &amp;amp; eventually got another full-blown chance for it to succeed--but it was just held back again, &amp;amp; doomed to die once more...  And while there's so much potential for what it could become in the hands of the fans, the Community is simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;floundering&lt;/span&gt;...steeped in squabbling, narrow-mindedness, fear, &amp;amp; a lack of motivation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends...  I've seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many friends come &amp;amp; go...  And I know that it happens  All kinds of people come &amp;amp; go in your life--it's unavoidable.  But I've seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many people go that I wanted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so badly&lt;/span&gt;...  A lot simply because they moved away or moved on in life.  But other friends whose loss...hurts...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; more...  People who were around almost every week, &amp;amp; then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; disappeared once they got married, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; never to be seen again...  And several people who drifted away for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; apparent reason...no matter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much&lt;/span&gt; effort I put in to prevent it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the University of Utah Swing Club...  It's far from dead, but it's in such a lull...  I've been a regular there for nearly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 years&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; I've lost count of how many times I've seen it come close to dying in that time...  We've always stuck it out until a change of the seasons brings in an influx of new people, but I'm having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a hard time with it this time...  I've been a regular at Swing Club for longer than at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; other venue or social scene in my life--it's where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;core&lt;/span&gt; of my group of friends has come from.  But our group has changed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; over the last year, &amp;amp; with this new downturn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my pain over all this goes back to one of my Blog-Posts from about a year &amp;amp; a half ago--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Change"&lt;/span&gt;.  With so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; change for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; in my life to fill the holes left by things that have changed for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;, the change for the worse hurts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much more&lt;/span&gt;...  So I guess the key is to learn how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; the good kind of change happen...  I know there's no strict formula for it, but it's not something anyone ever really helped me learn...in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; in life...  And until I can figure out how to do that, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so afraid&lt;/span&gt; that I'm going to have to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; of the things I love--more venues, more circles, &amp;amp; more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendships&lt;/span&gt;--die...  Including ones I'm not sure I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear&lt;/span&gt; to lose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fate has cast us into the mouth of a crucible, without knowing whether we are to be tempered by the flames or utterly consumed by them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-6571943053385208188?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6571943053385208188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=6571943053385208188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/6571943053385208188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/6571943053385208188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2011/11/decay.html' title='Decay'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-9095669291679715441</id><published>2011-09-03T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:16:11.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust &amp; Time</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need to Blog more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new car insurance.   I went on vacation to Mysterium in Boston.   And now I'm quite close to broke.   But other than that, pretty much the same old...   I've been struggling to figure out what to Blog about that wouldn't just be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rehashing&lt;/span&gt; what I've said before.   But I think I have something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly close to very, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; few people.   And I know that a number of friends that I've had for years still don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"get"&lt;/span&gt; me...and they don't get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; they don't get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big part of the issue is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; not accustomed to opening up to people.   There's always the fear of whether or not I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; them to respond properly, accept me, understand me...my fears, feelings, secrets, history, struggles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's more than wondering if I can trust them regarding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;--it's wondering if I can trust them regarding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; experiences over the last few years where I was with a small group of friends, talking about other friends &amp;amp; people.   And during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; of these experiences, one of my friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(different for each experience)&lt;/span&gt; told us something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; personal about the friend we were discussing.   And each time, it was also particularly regarding one of the other friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the conversation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time, my first reaction was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; are you telling us this?   Doesn't this strike you as something that so-and-so told you in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt;?   This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt; of our business..."&lt;/span&gt;   But my second &amp;amp; strongest thought was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; are you telling this to this other person???  Don't you think that they're the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; person so-and-so would want you to tell???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time, I was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;astounded&lt;/span&gt; that my friend would breach the confidence of our other friend--&amp;amp; to top it off, to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; person that they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;...   And sadly, each time, the friend who did this was someone I had been thinking up 'til then that I could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start opening up to&lt;/span&gt;...  So much for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want my personal life to be made a public spectacle&lt;/span&gt;.   Whether it's about a girl I like, someone I'm having a conflict with, something I'm embarrassed about or ashamed of, something I'm really sad or depressed about, something I'm afraid of, or anything else that's particularly personal, private, or sensitive--when it comes to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;private&lt;/span&gt; life, anything I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;genuinely&lt;/span&gt; self-conscious about, or anything that's truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big deal&lt;/span&gt; to me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want an audience&lt;/span&gt;.   I don't want play-by-play commentary, I don't want to be given a hard time, I don't want to be ganged-up on.   And I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; I don't want any of that from people who don't know enough to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; those personal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean this in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; way, but one of the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; social lessons people need to learn is when to keep their mouth shut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I have trust issues...but I really feel they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;justified&lt;/span&gt;.   But just by realizing this, you can't just say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alright, I promise I won't say anything to anyone--so open up to me."&lt;/span&gt;   Open, trusting relationships take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;.   And most of the time, those who try w/me use a far too...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assertive&lt;/span&gt; approach.   I don't respond well to being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watched&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confronted&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judged&lt;/span&gt;.   I really think a lot of my friends don't really understand how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;introverts&lt;/span&gt; think, &amp;amp; how to deal with them.   So as much as I know my friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mean well&lt;/span&gt;, to those of them who still don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"get"&lt;/span&gt; me, &amp;amp; still don't get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; they don't get me, I would simply ask this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond small-talk &amp;amp; confrontation, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what have you actually tried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-9095669291679715441?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/9095669291679715441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=9095669291679715441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/9095669291679715441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/9095669291679715441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2011/09/trust-time.html' title='Trust &amp; Time'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-3174130416505884281</id><published>2011-03-24T12:22:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:59:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone &amp; Distracted</title><content type='html'>I've been looking at my life a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; lately, &amp;amp; for so much of it, I just don't understand how I got here...to where I am right now...    All the reasons &amp;amp; details are such a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tangled mess&lt;/span&gt;, it's hard to explain it all or place blame.  But I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; come to understand something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've posted about before, there are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; kinds of things in life that no one ever really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; me for.  They just kind of said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When it comes to this point in your life, you're going to do this...when this time comes, theses things are going to happen..."&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BULL-HONKEY&lt;/span&gt;.   Things in life &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go according to a nicely-formatted plan.    Especially when you don't get much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many things in life where people just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;weren't there&lt;/span&gt; for me.    I don't want anyone to think I'm just victimizing myself &amp;amp; trying to absolve myself of responsibility or blame--I've made &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; more than my share of mistakes.    But there are certain things in life where certain people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be there for you.    And all too often for me, those people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt;...    Parents, teachers, counselors, church leaders...    They all certainly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;meant well&lt;/span&gt;, they were all certainly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"around"&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; they all certainly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brought up&lt;/span&gt; the subjects of the important things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of them really didn't do much of anything to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;contribute&lt;/span&gt;...    There's all kinds of reasons, I suppose...    They figured that I'd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"get around to it"&lt;/span&gt; at some point...    They figured I was getting those things from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;other people&lt;/span&gt;...    They figured that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"no news is good news" (which is one of the biggest &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt; ever told)&lt;/span&gt;...    I never expected people to just do everything &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; me, but they didn't even really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;teach&lt;/span&gt; me what I think are some of the most &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; things I needed to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one did much of anything to help me learn how to get a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;.     No one did much of anything to help me learn how to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;.    No one did much of anything to help me learn how to get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;financial aid&lt;/span&gt; for college.    No one did much of anything to help me learn how to find out what I wanted to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;go into&lt;/span&gt; in college.    No one did much of anything to help me with my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;personal weaknesses/struggles&lt;/span&gt;.    No one even really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; asked me how I was doing with any of those things, &amp;amp; if there was anything &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; could do to help.    I've mostly had to figure things out on my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kicker&lt;/span&gt; is that I've been able to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;get away with&lt;/span&gt; largely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;failing&lt;/span&gt; at all of those things.    It's never come to the point where I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to do any one of those things, or my life would fall apart.  My parents are willing to let me live at home, even at my age, which is great, but then there's no point where I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to move out, get a better job, or even go to college.    I could go the rest of my life without dating, &amp;amp; nothing would ever &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"hit the fan"&lt;/span&gt;.    And other things in life...any unsatisfactory conditions or even outright problems have never been something that will reach a definable, physical &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"boiling point"&lt;/span&gt;.    I can technically keep going on this way indefinitely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; is because I've just been &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;avoiding&lt;/span&gt; my problems.    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Distracting&lt;/span&gt; myself from them.    From &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;depression &amp;amp; pain&lt;/span&gt;.    I've struggled most of my life with depression...and it's never really gotten much better.    I got teased a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; in Elementary School, which...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;damaged&lt;/span&gt;...me as a person...    I've never fully recovered...I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; more socially isolated than most of my peers.    And as much progress I've made, I still have to deal with the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; of not being where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not where I want to be in &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; in life.    I'm &lt;strong&gt;26 1/2&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; still living at &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;.    I make hardly &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; money.     I feel &lt;strong&gt;insanely&lt;/strong&gt; inadequate in dating.    I have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea what I want to do for school or work in the short-term, let alone a &lt;strong&gt;long-term&lt;/strong&gt; career.    And all those things cause me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;.    Pain from my current circumstances, &amp;amp; pain from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;uncertainty &amp;amp; hard work&lt;/span&gt; it will take to change things.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And so I just don't deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;    I haven't progressed in life because I spend my time &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;avoiding&lt;/span&gt; the pain.    I've become an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;expert&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; dealing with things.    The end result is that it's made me very, very &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt; as a person.    And that only &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;compounds&lt;/span&gt; the problem, because I don't do the hard work it will take to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the varied &amp;amp; chaotic things that have led me to where I am right now in life, they all have a common thread:    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've spent most of my life alone, distracting myself from my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting that realization sink in, it helps to better explain how I got to where I am today.    But it doesn't really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;solve&lt;/span&gt; anything...I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so far&lt;/span&gt; behind my peers, &amp;amp; so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt; as a person...&amp;amp; so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;...    I guess the trick is to learn how to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;endure&lt;/span&gt; the pain that the required hard work will cause...to endure it long enough until I actually get some kind of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"pay-off"&lt;/span&gt;...until the pain &amp;amp; work actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt; something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"One alone cannot bring in a harvest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A distracted existence leads us to no goal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-3174130416505884281?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3174130416505884281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=3174130416505884281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3174130416505884281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3174130416505884281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2011/03/alone-distracted.html' title='Alone &amp; Distracted'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-4462686759196640293</id><published>2010-11-30T12:15:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:17:50.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your God</title><content type='html'>Scripture talks about other gods.   But not always in the context of some supreme being, with a religion devoted to it, with idols of it made to be bowed down to.   Sometimes a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"god"&lt;/span&gt; can be any thing, person, or idea that we place at such &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;high importance&lt;/span&gt; in our life, mind, or heart, that its pursuit &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;consumes&lt;/span&gt; us.   Sometimes these things are petty, irrelevant, unhealthy, damaging, or outright &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; things.   And sometimes they're actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; things, but not things that should be given &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;paramount&lt;/span&gt; importance instead of God himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;---the desire to obtain &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; has a draw on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of us, &amp;amp; for some it becomes their ultimate quest.   For some, it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;---wanting control, over not just their own life, but over their business world, their family, their friends, &amp;amp; sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anything/everything&lt;/span&gt; else.   For others, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;---nothing means more to some people than getting as much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;carnal pleasure&lt;/span&gt; as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's people who simply take good things &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;too far&lt;/span&gt;.   Some people make their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt; their god---their purpose in life becomes the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hollow&lt;/span&gt; pursuit of achievements, promotions, &amp;amp; titles.   For others, it's their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hobbies&lt;/span&gt;---their zeal to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;enjoy life&lt;/span&gt; takes control.   And it can be many, many other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with making something your god that isn't &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; is that it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;skews&lt;/span&gt; your perception &amp;amp; priorities, &amp;amp; gets in the way of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more important&lt;/span&gt; things.   Most notably God, of course.   But when we place something at as high a level as God, to become a god &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;itself&lt;/span&gt;, we start sacrificing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so many&lt;/span&gt; things for it, when it's really not something that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;deserves&lt;/span&gt; so much sacrifice &amp;amp; devotion.   And all the other important elements of our lives &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;suffer&lt;/span&gt; when we over-prioritize something that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; too many people make something else their god.   Even good, caring, God-worshiping people often inadvertently make something &lt;strong&gt;else&lt;/strong&gt; their god, relegating God himself to the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;back seat&lt;/span&gt;.   It often starts by genuinely pursuing a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; thing---but too much success, or a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lack&lt;/span&gt; of success, or peer/societal pressure, or other things cause us to focus &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; of our energy on something else, even something &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;, because we don't have what we want, or because things aren't how we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;devout&lt;/span&gt; believer in God, &amp;amp; I try most days to grow closer to him.   But I have to admit, I'm also one of those people who has &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; god.   I won't say what it is, but I will say this much:   It's not a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; thing.   In fact, it's a very &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; thing.  But it's something so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;absent&lt;/span&gt; in my life, I've let it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;consume&lt;/span&gt; me.   I adore it, crave it, covet it, dream about it, glorify it, idolize it, sanctify it, treasure it, weep for it, &amp;amp; virtually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt; it...   It's something I want, &amp;amp; even &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so badly&lt;/span&gt;---but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; having it just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dominates&lt;/span&gt; my thoughts.   And &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;realizing&lt;/span&gt; that doesn't help when it's ultimately such a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would simply ask all of you:   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your god?&lt;/span&gt;   Is it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;?   Or is it something &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;?   If you've made something &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; your god, &amp;amp; you really take an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt; look at yourself, I think you'll see a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;imbalance &amp;amp; pain&lt;/span&gt; in your life...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; certainly do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-4462686759196640293?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4462686759196640293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=4462686759196640293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4462686759196640293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4462686759196640293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-god.html' title='Your God'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-7856328994845064846</id><published>2010-08-22T17:00:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:01:07.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; sad event is approaching...As of this month, I've been a weekly dancer at the MAC (Murray Arts Centre) for &lt;strong&gt;6 whole years&lt;/strong&gt;.   There's maybe &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; weekends a year that I don't go to the MAC.   I have &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; many memories, I've had &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; great times, &amp;amp; I've met &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; many wonderful people there...   It holds a special place in my heart like &lt;strong&gt;few&lt;/strong&gt; other places do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those uninformed, the MAC consists of 2 buildings, with dances going on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, &amp;amp; Saturday nights.   The dancing is a spread between Swing, Latin, &amp;amp; Ballroom (depending on the night), with &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; kinds of lessons each week.   It has the greatest variety of dancing I've &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; seen.   I've been an &lt;strong&gt;avid&lt;/strong&gt; dancer there Saturday nights, where in the South Building they have a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; mix of Swing, Latin, &amp;amp; Ballroom, with a &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; DJ, &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the economy has &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; been hitting the owners of the MAC hard...   Attendance has been down &lt;strong&gt;severely&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; apparently for the last 6 months or so, they haven't even been breaking even---they've been &lt;strong&gt;losing&lt;/strong&gt; money every week.   So last night, they announced that after this coming Saturday, they'll be &lt;strong&gt;suspending&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday Night dances in the South Building.   They hope to start up again once the economy improves, but &lt;strong&gt;who knows&lt;/strong&gt; when that will happen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; heartbreaking...   So many of us look forward to it every week, or at least as often as we're able to go.   There's &lt;strong&gt;plenty&lt;/strong&gt; of other Dance Venues to do Lindy-Hop, West Coast Swing, &amp;amp; Latin, but Saturday Nights at the MAC is really the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; place around to do East Coast Swing or Ballroom.   I don't know what we're going to do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can hear half the Lindy-Hoppers in Utah now:  &lt;em&gt;"No big loss---more time to do Lindy.   East Coast sucks, Latin sucks, Ballroom sucks, the MAC sucks..."&lt;/em&gt;   Let me ask you Lindy-Hoppers a few questions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have you ever actually been to the MAC on Saturday Nights?"  &lt;/em&gt;90% of you---&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.  Most of you have just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; about it from others, most of whom I ask these next few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you know much East Coast, Latin, or Ballroom?"  &lt;/em&gt;90% of you---&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;.  Most of you just know Lindy-Hop, some Charleston, &amp;amp; maybe a little Balboa or Shag.&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;When you've gone to the MAC, did you make any attempt to actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; any East Coast, Latin, or Ballroom?"  &lt;/em&gt;90% of you---&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.  You just want to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lindy&lt;/span&gt; to the Swing songs, &amp;amp; end up &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when there aren't as many Swing songs as you're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; to, &amp;amp; when there aren't many (if any) people there who know how to Lindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you've gone to the MAC, did you ask people to dance that you didn't know, &amp;amp; try to &lt;strong&gt;meet new people&lt;/strong&gt;?"  &lt;/em&gt;90% of you---&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.  Most of you just end up being anti-social with the other Lindy-Hoppers you come with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The vast, &lt;strong&gt;vast&lt;/strong&gt; majority of people who talk trash about the MAC have never really...participated in the "MAC experience".  And &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; too many Lindy-Hoppers in Utah seem to take &lt;strong&gt;pleasure&lt;/strong&gt; in talking trash about the MAC.  But in the end, it comes down to 1 of 2 issues.   The first is simply a &lt;strong&gt;lack of interest&lt;/strong&gt; in Non-Lindy.   If you really, really, really like one particular form of Dance or Music, &amp;amp; just don't &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; for many/any others, that's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;.   But it's just about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; individual taste---not any kind of inherent &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inferiority&lt;/span&gt; of other forms of Dancing or Music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; issue is with certain people that, for around 5 years, I've thought of, quite frankly, as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The Lindy Snobs"&lt;/span&gt;.   There are certain people in the Lindy Community who think that Lindy-Hop is just inherently &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;superior&lt;/span&gt; to any other form of Dance, Swing or otherwise.   Sure, it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the most complex---I've seen more intricate technique in Lindy-Hop than in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; Latin or Ballroom Dance.   But complexity &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; equal superiority, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; too many Lindy-Hoppers &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;look down&lt;/span&gt; on less-complex forms of Dance, especially less-complex &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Swing&lt;/span&gt; Dances, with absolute &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;disdain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like Lindy-Hop---I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Lindy-Hop.   Heck, I've been doing more Lindy than anything else for a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;.   But you know what?   Sometimes simpler can be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;.   I can't &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; the number of newbies that I've seen &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;scared off&lt;/span&gt; by the complexity of Lindy-Hop, but I've danced with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;countless&lt;/span&gt; newbies with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; dance experience who picked up East Coast &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt;.   It's perfectly fine to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; one type of Dance, but I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fed-up&lt;/span&gt; with the complete &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;arrogance&lt;/span&gt; of some Lindy-Hoppers in thinking that they're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;superior people&lt;/span&gt; simply because they're good at a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more complex&lt;/span&gt; Dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry about the rant...I've put up with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; too much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt; from the Lindy Snobs over the years...  And it's not like they're directly responsible for Saturday Nights at the MAC's South Building closing down---they could've supported the MAC more, but it's mainly the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of the Dance Venues have been suffering, &amp;amp; the MAC has the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;.   But what really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;angers&lt;/span&gt; me is how many Lindy-Hoppers are going to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; about this closure at the MAC, no matter who or how many people they know &amp;amp; like that are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At any rate...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; a sad time for us who love the MAC...   There's no other place for us to do East Coast or Ballroom, let alone both of those mixed in with Latin.   This closure is going to leave a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; hole in our Dancing lives...   And there's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many people that I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; see at the MAC---I don't want to drift away from them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; lasts in this life, including Dance.   Popularity of Dances Venues comes &amp;amp; goes, as well as Dances themselves.   But it's just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;...   I first started dancing up at the Weber State Swing Club, &amp;amp; I got to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; Venue die...it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so depressing&lt;/span&gt;...   And I've been watching the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; thing happen to the MAC this year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe things will pick up when the economy improves.   I have a friend who was a regular at the MAC &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10-12&lt;/span&gt; years ago, until things died down.   And when I started going &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; years ago, it was in its &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;prime&lt;/span&gt; again.   Things come &amp;amp; go, including little highs &amp;amp; lows within bigger highs &amp;amp; lows.   And this is one of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; lows...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not like I planned to go to the MAC every week for the rest of my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;---or any of the other Dance Venues, or anything else I do every week.   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; of them are things I expect to leave behind at some point when I need to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt; in life.   But we all want to move on because we're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt;, not because something we love &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dies&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-7856328994845064846?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7856328994845064846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=7856328994845064846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/7856328994845064846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/7856328994845064846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2010/08/closing-time.html' title='Closing Time'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-4121874986551540407</id><published>2010-08-12T11:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:47:00.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copyright vs. Free Exchange</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine recently posted a link on Facebook to a rather lengthy article describing the history of &lt;strong&gt;Copyright&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; its implications today.   The subject is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; important today, with people sharing music, software, &amp;amp; other ideas freely (often in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;defiance&lt;/span&gt; of Copyright laws).   I apologize for the length of the article, but it's a very interesting read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://questioncopyright.org/promise"&gt;http://questioncopyright.org/promise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; lot of truth in there, &amp;amp; Copyright law has gone &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; overboard on &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; many levels...   For example, if someone wants to copy/pirate a song, they can find a way to do it---there are programs that can bypass DRM (Digital Rights Management) coding in a song-file by re-recording the song &lt;strong&gt;straight&lt;/strong&gt; from the sound-card.   So if someone &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; wants a song without paying for it, they can find a way to get it, &amp;amp; they really &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; be stopped.   DRM coding did/does more harm to people trying to use their &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; music &lt;strong&gt;legally&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;honestly&lt;/strong&gt; than it did to those trying to use it &lt;strong&gt;illegally&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;dishonestly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;But there &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; is precedent, both legal and moral, for Copyright.   The &lt;em&gt;"Free Exchange Movement"&lt;/em&gt; has many, many benefits, as that article clearly illustrates.   It helps encourage the spread of ideas &amp;amp; creativity like &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; before.   Many people are perfectly willing to give their creations away for &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;, for as simple &amp;amp; selfless reasons as others' enjoyment or the betterment of the world.&lt;p&gt;And there are &lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt; often ways to make a living off of creativity without a "pay-per-copy" system---as the article gives as an example, many musicians give their music away for free, and the resulting word-of-mouth publicity brings them more money (via concerts/performances, other appearances, endorsements, etc.) than the "pay-per-copy" system would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; those who still &lt;strong&gt;directly&lt;/strong&gt; depend on their creations for their livelihood.   Some don't have any other job or form of income.   Some don't have the money, opportunity, time, popularity, or other means &lt;em&gt;(like the example in the previous paragraph)&lt;/em&gt; to make money while giving their creation away for free.   If they can figure out a way to do it, that's &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;!   So many artists/creators are figuring out how / gaining the ability to do it, which is ultimately &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(they still get to make a living, &amp;amp; we get what we want for free!)&lt;/em&gt;.   But for those who &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; do that yet, &lt;strong&gt;they deserve to be paid for their creation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The article makes the point that digital media---things like images, sound/music, video, coding/programming/software, etc.---aren't the same as &lt;strong&gt;physical&lt;/strong&gt; objects.   It takes &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; to make each individual object, so for each object obtained for &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;, money is &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; by the creator.  But with digital media, countless copies can be made for &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that is true, but as I said, some people still directly depend on their creations for their livelihood---some people still depend on their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;efforts&lt;/span&gt; for their livelihood.   Whether physical objects or digital media, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt; has been put forth.   In this way, digital media is more like a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt;.   When you give service, you don't run out of it, but you still deserve &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;compensation&lt;/span&gt; for others to benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Many people choose to give their creations away for free, opting &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to personally profit from their efforts, which is great.   But those people &lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt; to do so.   And others who still directly depend on their efforts &amp;amp; creations for their livelihood have the &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; to receive compensation, if they &lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt; to do so.   In the end, it could be simply put this way:   &lt;em&gt;"If I put forth effort, I have the right to demand compensation for you to benefit from that effort."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;em&gt;"Free Exchange Movement"&lt;/em&gt; has almost &lt;strong&gt;unimaginable&lt;/strong&gt; potential &amp;amp; benefit, &amp;amp; should be &lt;strong&gt;supported&lt;/strong&gt;.  I encourage &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; artists/creators to figure out ways to make a living while allowing their creations to be copied &amp;amp; transferred &lt;strong&gt;freely&lt;/strong&gt;.   But many people &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; directly depend on their efforts &amp;amp; creations for their livelihood, &amp;amp; have the &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; to receive compensation.  That's why I &lt;strong&gt;support&lt;/strong&gt; the principle of Copyright &lt;em&gt;(if not the manners in which publishers &amp;amp; distributors have upheld it)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Justice is the firm and continuous desire to render to everyone that which is his due.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-4121874986551540407?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4121874986551540407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=4121874986551540407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4121874986551540407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4121874986551540407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2010/08/copyright-vs-free-exchange.html' title='Copyright vs. Free Exchange'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-2389396975471441165</id><published>2010-06-09T12:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:18:13.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I look at a lot of the &lt;strong&gt;stresses&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;dissatisfactions&lt;/strong&gt; in my life since I've graduated High School, &amp;amp; I've come to realize what the source of a lot of them are:  &lt;strong&gt;Change&lt;/strong&gt;.  Both change &lt;strong&gt;itself&lt;/strong&gt;, and a &lt;strong&gt;lack&lt;/strong&gt; of it.  Change in the world &lt;strong&gt;around&lt;/strong&gt; me, and a lack of change in my &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; life.  As I've mentioned before, change can be great, but it can also really suck.  But a lack of change can be both good &amp;amp; bad as well.  And looking back over the last 8 years or so, my life has had &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; too much of the bad change, &amp;amp; the bad lack of change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dancing...  I've been dancing for over 7 1/2 years, &amp;amp; I've been part of the Salt Lake Dance scene for almost 6 1/2...  And I feel like the dance scene is &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt;...  Not necessarily completely---&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; venues &amp;amp; scenes go through ups &amp;amp; downs, but those ups &amp;amp; downs are usually &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; ups &amp;amp; downs within &lt;strong&gt;bigger&lt;/strong&gt; ups &amp;amp; downs.  A friend of mine used to be a regular at the MAC like 10 years ago, &amp;amp; the scene was &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;.  Then it died...&amp;amp; he &amp;amp; all his friends stopped going...  But when I started going about 6 years ago, the MAC was at the &lt;strong&gt;peak&lt;/strong&gt; of popularity again---&amp;amp; now it's largely &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;...  I suppose I just need to accept that...and maybe move on...but I long for the &lt;em&gt;"up"&lt;/em&gt; to come back soon...  And even the &lt;strong&gt;Lindy&lt;/strong&gt; scene isn't what it used to be...&amp;amp; I don't see any signs of an approaching &lt;em&gt;"up"&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there's my personal life...  I'm almost &lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt; and still living at home...not a Returned Missionary...&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; had a full-time job...not anywhere &lt;strong&gt;near&lt;/strong&gt; done with college...never had a &lt;strong&gt;girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;...  So many elements of &lt;em&gt;"growing up"&lt;/em&gt; just haven't happened for me...  But they've happened to just about everyone &lt;strong&gt;around&lt;/strong&gt; me.  Everyone seems to being going in life where I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to, but I can't figure out how they do it.!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you all do it?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  How do you live away from home before getting a college degree&lt;strong&gt;?!&lt;/strong&gt;  How do you get a decent job without a college degree&lt;strong&gt;?!&lt;/strong&gt;  How did you figure out what you want to do with your life&lt;strong&gt;?!&lt;/strong&gt;  How do you find so many people who actually want to go out with you&lt;strong&gt;?! &lt;/strong&gt; How do you handle work, &amp;amp; school, &amp;amp; living on your own, &amp;amp; still manage to have a social life&lt;strong&gt;?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ultimately, I've come to realize something...  &lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; the things around me that are changing that I'm not happy about all fall into 1 of 3 categories:  &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; not coming around, &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; getting married, or &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; moving away.  What I've come to realize is that &lt;strong&gt;everyone else&lt;/strong&gt; is moving on with life, &amp;amp; going through &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt; in life, &lt;strong&gt;but I'm not&lt;/strong&gt;.  If I was, I wouldn't mind so much things changing for my friends.  But because &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; life isn't changing, I'm not ready for &lt;em&gt;(or happy about)&lt;/em&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;friends'&lt;/strong&gt; lives changing.  Because that change &lt;strong&gt;takes them away from me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was moving on in life &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; them, it'd be okay...  If I was putting my heart into school or entering a career...if I was finding a serious girlfriend &lt;em&gt;(or &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; girlfriend, for that matter)&lt;/em&gt;, or even getting married &amp;amp; starting a family...if I was going through &lt;strong&gt;good changes&lt;/strong&gt; in life, that good would &lt;strong&gt;fill the void&lt;/strong&gt; left by my friends who are leaving me behind...  &lt;strong&gt;Change is inevitable&lt;/strong&gt;.  I understand that, but I guess I need to &lt;strong&gt;accept&lt;/strong&gt; it more...I need to accept that the people I love are going through &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; change, &amp;amp; I need to be happy for them.  But that attitude will only get me so far until I can figure out how to get my &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; life to change...for the &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When the winds of change blow hard enough, the most trivial of things can turn into deadly projectiles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-2389396975471441165?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2389396975471441165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=2389396975471441165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/2389396975471441165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/2389396975471441165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-70126067000601939</id><published>2010-04-09T17:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:39:52.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been Swing Dancing for over 6 1/2 years, &amp;amp; I've been part of the greater Swing Dance Community in Utah for over &lt;strong&gt;5 years&lt;/strong&gt;.  Things have been coming to a head over the last few months, &amp;amp; I've come to realize something...people in this Community don't support each other like they used to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st, I think of the Golden Skillet.  When the it first opened, within a few months, virtually &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; of the really good people from the U of U Swing Club (Thursdays) stopped coming, &amp;amp; started going to the Skillet (Fridays) instead.  And so the U of U Swing Club &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; died down, &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; quickly.  If Fridays worked better for them, if they liked the "feel" of the Skillet better, or whatever else, I'm not gonna hold it against them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ever since then, most of us who were left at the U of U Swing Club felt like a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of the people who switched Venues started &lt;strong&gt;looking down&lt;/strong&gt; on us, as if it was &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; fault that our Venue died.  But it &lt;strong&gt;wasn't&lt;/strong&gt;--it was &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; fault for leaving!  Again, I'm not going to hold that part against them--but it seemed like a lot of them acted like we &lt;strong&gt;drug the Venue down&lt;/strong&gt; or something.  Ever since then, it's felt like they've &lt;strong&gt;looked down&lt;/strong&gt; on us for not being as good as they were--but we couldn't be, 'cause there was hardly anyone good left to help us improve!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd, I think about the USU Swing Club up in Logan...  I used to know &lt;strong&gt;tons&lt;/strong&gt; of people up there, it was a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; scene, &amp;amp; people from up there would come visit the rest of us halfway often...  Then, about a year &amp;amp; a half ago, pretty much &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; of the "top" people from up there moved down here to Salt Lake...  After that, it was kind of a "rebuilding" time for the scene up in Logan, but they still stuck it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; knew quite a few people up there, too.  And &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; time I'd see or talk to &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; of them--at the Utah Lindy Exchange, at Harlem Nights, at the Elite Hall Dances, at the Swing Dance Invitational, whenever &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; of them happened to come to Salt Lake, or on Facebook--I'd &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; talk to them about bringing a group down to dance in Salt Lake.  They always said they'd try, but no one &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; came...  A lone person or two, once in a blue moon...but no &lt;strong&gt;groups&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For about the first &lt;strong&gt;half&lt;/strong&gt; of last year, I tried &lt;strong&gt;time &amp;amp; again&lt;/strong&gt; to organize a time when the U of U Swing Club could go visit Logan--but I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; got &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; help.  So I just picked a date well ahead of time, let them know, got a group, &amp;amp; we headed up one evening.  But there wasn't much of a group--in fact, there were more of &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; than there were of &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;!  And there were only &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; people I knew...  No one even &lt;strong&gt;bothered&lt;/strong&gt; to tell us that things were pretty slow in the summer, &amp;amp; that we should've waited...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, if it weren't for USU hosting Harlem Nights every year, the Logan Swing Scene would just &lt;strong&gt;fade away&lt;/strong&gt; as far as the rest of us are concerned...and Harlem Nights is moving to Salt Lake next year--what hope will the Logan Scene have then?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3rd, I think of the BYU Swing Club &amp;amp; the Downtown Stomp.  A &lt;strong&gt;number&lt;/strong&gt; of people from the U of U Swing Club visit those 2 Venues halfway often, but virtually &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt; from their Venues visits the U of U...and when they &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;, it's usually just them advertising for their &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; Venues...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4th, is the newly-opened Blue Tango.  It's on Thursday nights, the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; night as the U of U Swing Club has been for over a &lt;strong&gt;decade&lt;/strong&gt;.  It was &lt;strong&gt;frustrating&lt;/strong&gt; enough for the U of U to have to compete with Blues House Parties on Thursdays, but now an official &lt;strong&gt;Venue&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5th, the Downtown Stomp is moving to Saturday Nights, the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; as the BYU Swing Club.  Granted, they're talking about just "experimenting" with Saturdays, as BYU doesn't dance during the summer.  But switching from Friday, to Saturday, &amp;amp; then back to Friday again isn't going to help things--a Venue needs &lt;strong&gt;stability&lt;/strong&gt;.  And if they decide to stay on Saturday night, it's just going to compete, with &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; BYU &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; the MAC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6th, is simply an &lt;strong&gt;attitude&lt;/strong&gt; a lot of people have taken...  There aren't as many people coming out to &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; of the Venues as there used to be.  I understand that Swing Dancing comes &amp;amp; goes in waves, &amp;amp; that we're in kind of in a low spot right now.  And I understand that the &lt;strong&gt;tough&lt;/strong&gt; economy right now makes it hard for a lot of people to come out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I hear &lt;strong&gt;so many&lt;/strong&gt; people saying that they don't come dancing &lt;em&gt;"because hardly anyone comes"&lt;/em&gt;!  That is so &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;...if all the people who said that just &lt;strong&gt;came&lt;/strong&gt;, then there would be lots of people!  &lt;strong&gt;So just come!&lt;/strong&gt;  And if you get a slow night, oh well--just come back the next time, &amp;amp; encourage everyone else to do the same.  If you've got &lt;strong&gt;conflicts&lt;/strong&gt;, fine.  If you've got something you'd &lt;strong&gt;rather&lt;/strong&gt; do, fine.  If you can't &lt;strong&gt;afford&lt;/strong&gt; it, fine.  But &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; coming because of a &lt;strong&gt;lack of people&lt;/strong&gt; is so incredibly &lt;strong&gt;self-defeating&lt;/strong&gt;...  It &lt;strong&gt;needlessly&lt;/strong&gt; robs &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; of good nights of dancing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look back over the last few &lt;strong&gt;months&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; over the last few &lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; all of these things have just come to focus on one &lt;strong&gt;painful&lt;/strong&gt; point:  People in this Community don't support each other like they used to.  They don't even &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt; about it like they used to.  People don't support &lt;strong&gt;each other's&lt;/strong&gt; Venues--let alone &lt;strong&gt;existing&lt;/strong&gt; Venues.  Each little group is so &lt;strong&gt;overly-occupied&lt;/strong&gt; with their own little piece of the Swing Dance Community, it seems like &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; too many of them have lost sight of the importance of supporting the &lt;strong&gt;rest&lt;/strong&gt; of the Swing Dance Community.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems like &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; of the Venues are just...&lt;strong&gt;floundering&lt;/strong&gt;...in obscurity, in isolation, &amp;amp; in &lt;strong&gt;mediocrity&lt;/strong&gt;...  And it's not gonna change if we don't remember how to help each other--how to be a &lt;strong&gt;Community&lt;/strong&gt; again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The good we secure for ourselves is precarious and uncertain until it is secured for all of us and incorporated into our common life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-70126067000601939?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/70126067000601939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=70126067000601939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/70126067000601939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/70126067000601939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2010/04/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-3035446066832072591</id><published>2010-03-22T14:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:26:02.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Search Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Job-searching has always been the most &lt;strong&gt;demoralizing&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; experience in life for me...  Wandering around from business to business, spending hours gathering applications, spending &lt;strong&gt;hours &amp;amp; hours &amp;amp; hours&lt;/strong&gt; filling them out, writing down the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; information &lt;strong&gt;over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over&lt;/strong&gt; again until my hand is so &lt;strong&gt;cramped&lt;/strong&gt; that I can hardly hold the pen, spending hours taking all the applications back...&amp;amp; then not getting a &lt;strong&gt;single&lt;/strong&gt; call-back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have a College Degree, &amp;amp; I don't have money for College, so I need a job.  A &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; job.  One that will &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; let me move out.  I'm &lt;strong&gt;25 1/2&lt;/strong&gt;, for Pete's sake, &amp;amp; I'm still living at home!!!  I'm &lt;strong&gt;desperate&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;DESPERATE&lt;/strong&gt; to move out!!!  I need a decent job, but I don't know what to look for!  I have nearly &lt;strong&gt;6 years&lt;/strong&gt; of experience in Retail, but I'd like to get out of that, &amp;amp; it doesn't pay that well, anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; clue what kind of job I'm looking for---&lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt;!  I have absolutely &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea!  I'm &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; envious of those people who &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; what they want to do...who have something they're &lt;strong&gt;passionate&lt;/strong&gt; about...  That would make it &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much easier...  I heard a quote once:  &lt;em&gt;"I thought I wanted a career.  Turns out I just wanted paychecks."&lt;/em&gt;  It sounds kind of petty, but that's where I'm at!  As sad as it is, &lt;em&gt;"Money makes the world go 'round."&lt;/em&gt;  I need money!  I'm willing to work for it!  Somebody hire me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But how do I find a good job?  &lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; do I look for?  &lt;strong&gt;Where&lt;/strong&gt; do I look?&lt;strong&gt;  How&lt;/strong&gt; do I look?!  I don't get it!  How am I supposed to do this?!  And the economy is &lt;strong&gt;t-e-r-r-i-b-l-e&lt;/strong&gt;!  Getting &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; job is hard enough, let alone getting a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; job!  And I see &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; many losers with jobs...numbskulls, douche-bags, knuckle-draggers, &amp;amp; all kinds of jerks from the bottom-rung of society...as my dad put it &lt;em&gt;"How many rocks did they have to turn over to find these guys???"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just...I dunno...I'm &lt;strong&gt;25 1/2&lt;/strong&gt;, still living at home, broke, &lt;strong&gt;itching&lt;/strong&gt; for independence, &amp;amp; with &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea of how to get it...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life's a bitch, then you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-3035446066832072591?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3035446066832072591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=3035446066832072591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3035446066832072591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3035446066832072591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2010/03/job-search-hell.html' title='Job Search Hell'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-2241630258963826764</id><published>2010-03-08T13:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:24:31.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've come to realize just how &lt;strong&gt;overly-dependent&lt;/strong&gt; I am on other people for my own happiness...  Not that other people &lt;strong&gt;shouldn't&lt;/strong&gt; affect your happiness--so many people look for happiness in all the wrong things, but I really believe that happiness is about other people.  But regardless of other people, there needs to be something something &lt;strong&gt;else&lt;/strong&gt;...something &lt;strong&gt;within yourself&lt;/strong&gt;...that your happiness is founded upon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you know what?  It just &lt;strong&gt;isn't there&lt;/strong&gt; for me...  Something's &lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt;...so many things are missing in my life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, there are lots of superficial (but still good, &amp;amp; even important) things I'm missing--certain "accomplishments" or "achievements".  Things like a good job, moving out, a college degree, a girlfriend, &amp;amp; whatever else...  But the thing that really hits me (and &lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt; me) as missing is not those things themselves, but knowing how to &lt;strong&gt;get&lt;/strong&gt; those things...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much more than accomplishments &amp;amp; achievements...it's much &lt;strong&gt;deeper&lt;/strong&gt; things...things &lt;strong&gt;within myself&lt;/strong&gt;...things I should have by now, but I don't...  Maturity, responsibility, courage...faith &amp;amp; trust, both in others, &amp;amp; in &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;...self-respect, self-love...  I'm not saying I don't have any of those things, because I do.  But not &lt;strong&gt;nearly&lt;/strong&gt; enough...not as much as I should...not as much as is &lt;strong&gt;healthy&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone once said &lt;em&gt;"Only the way a man is when he is hidden is how he is."&lt;/em&gt;  I take a good, hard look at myself, &amp;amp; strip away everything about me that is dependent on other people, until there's nothing left but pure, authentic, simple &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.  And you know what?  I don't like what I see...  I'm not saying that I'm a bad person, because I'm not.  But what I see is what's &lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt;...  What I see is...&lt;strong&gt;emptiness&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone once said &lt;em&gt;"If you're not happy with yourself, you will never be happy with someone else."&lt;/em&gt;  That &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hits me, because it's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; true, with &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; personal relationships...in romance, in friendship, in family...  I'm &lt;strong&gt;not happy&lt;/strong&gt; with myself.  And contrary to what a lot of people say, happiness isn't merely a &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt;.  Sure, you can choose your outlook &amp;amp; attitude to &lt;strong&gt;go into&lt;/strong&gt; things with, &amp;amp; you even have some control over your reactions to what happens in the world around you--but ultimately, the world around you has an &lt;strong&gt;incredibly vast&lt;/strong&gt; effect on your feelings, beyond your control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have this incredible &lt;strong&gt;emptiness&lt;/strong&gt; inside...and when I can't fill it from within, I try to fill it from without...  Which isn't inherently bad, but it never lasts...because it's completely dependent on other people.  I look at all the people in my life that matter to me...people from Dancing at Swing Club, the MAC, &amp;amp; the Downtown Stomp...people from Frisbee...people from Game Night...and my happiness is so &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; tied to those events.  The Downtown Stomp was &lt;strong&gt;packed&lt;/strong&gt; this last Friday, &amp;amp; I was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; happy...  But the MAC was &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt; on Saturday...only 1 guy I knew, only 1 girl I knew, &amp;amp; I only got 1 dance...&amp;amp; it didn't just disappoint me about the evening...it brought me down into utter &lt;strong&gt;depression &amp;amp; despair&lt;/strong&gt;...about life in general...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes...sometimes I feel like an &lt;strong&gt;Emotional Vampire&lt;/strong&gt;...dead inside, &amp;amp; leeching off of other people what I need to survive...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know a lot of my Blog-posts &amp;amp; Facebook-statuses (especially the last few) have been pretty down &amp;amp; depressing--I don't want anyone to think I'm feeling suicidal, because I'm not.  But I can't just sit here &amp;amp; tell myself that &lt;em&gt;"everything will turn out right"&lt;/em&gt;, because I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; know that it will.  Things completely hit the fan in life for &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; of people, even with the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; of attitudes.  And the &lt;strong&gt;deep&lt;/strong&gt; things within yourself are &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much harder to fix than all the &lt;strong&gt;outward&lt;/strong&gt; things in life, superficial or serious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emptiness&lt;/strong&gt;...this great &lt;strong&gt;void&lt;/strong&gt; in the soul is probably the most devastating &amp;amp; perplexing problem the humankind has ever faced...  And just like with all the little superficial achievements &amp;amp; accomplishments, the worst part is not feeling empty--but not knowing how to &lt;strong&gt;fill&lt;/strong&gt; that emptiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our greatest pretenses are built up not to hide the evil and the ugly in us, but our emptiness. The hardest thing to hide is something that is not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-2241630258963826764?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2241630258963826764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=2241630258963826764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/2241630258963826764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/2241630258963826764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2010/03/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-7466571475549145952</id><published>2010-02-26T21:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:36:59.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I looked back through all my old Blog-Posts...  For the first &lt;strong&gt;4 months&lt;/strong&gt;, I posted &lt;strong&gt;once a week&lt;/strong&gt;.  Over the whole &lt;strong&gt;next year&lt;/strong&gt;, I only posted &lt;strong&gt;5 times&lt;/strong&gt;.  I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; meant to Blog more...  I guess I just wanted to make sure I had something &lt;strong&gt;significant&lt;/strong&gt; to say---this isn't &lt;strong&gt;Twitter&lt;/strong&gt;, after all...  But I guess more than anything, I just &lt;strong&gt;forget&lt;/strong&gt;...  But I intend to remedy that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At any rate...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of my childhood is quite a &lt;strong&gt;blur&lt;/strong&gt;...so much went on, so much has happened since, &amp;amp; I was so young...  But one of my most &lt;strong&gt;vivid&lt;/strong&gt; memories is from when I was about 4.  Life was so simple back then...  It was during the summer, on an incredibly warm day.  I was standing just inside the open front door, looking outside, enjoying the heat of the sun beating down on me.  There was an empty box of popsicles sitting on the chair next to me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there was this &lt;strong&gt;smell&lt;/strong&gt; in the air...I don't know that it was a single, specific smell...probably more of a conglomeration of various smells...but there was something &lt;strong&gt;incredibly&lt;/strong&gt; unique &amp;amp; memorable about it...  The human sense of smell bypasses the Thalamus, making it more directly connected to memory than the other senses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But standing there in the sun, &amp;amp; smelling that smell, I just remember the &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt; going through my mind that &lt;em&gt;"Life is good...I'm happy in life..."&lt;/em&gt;  Within a few years things changed &lt;strong&gt;drastically&lt;/strong&gt; in my life, especially emotionally.  But I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; forgot that day, that smell, &amp;amp; that feeling...  Then when I was about 9 or so, one day in the late Spring, I smelled that incredible smell again...and then again when I was about 12...and both times the memory came &lt;strong&gt;rushing&lt;/strong&gt; back like a tidal wave...  Ever since then I've &lt;strong&gt;longed&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;ached&lt;/strong&gt; to smell that smell again...to remember so much more vividly than normally possible to remember what it was like to be &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; in life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; been happy in life since that day...so long ago...  I've had happy &lt;strong&gt;moments&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; even happy &lt;strong&gt;times&lt;/strong&gt;, of course.  But never any &lt;strong&gt;lasting&lt;/strong&gt; period of happiness in my life...  I look back, &amp;amp; so much of my life I just don't remember...I think it's that way with most people, because so much of it is just day-to-day stuff that really didn't matter in the long run...  But when I think of the things I &lt;strong&gt;do &lt;/strong&gt;remember, I have more &lt;strong&gt;disappointments &amp;amp; regret&lt;/strong&gt;s than I do &lt;strong&gt;satisfactions&lt;/strong&gt;...  And where I'm at in life right &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; gives me very, very few satisfactions...  There's just so much...&lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt;...in my life...and in &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;...and in the place where those things should be, all I find is that same &lt;strong&gt;lack&lt;/strong&gt; of happiness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Grand essentials of happiness are:  something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-7466571475549145952?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7466571475549145952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=7466571475549145952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/7466571475549145952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/7466571475549145952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2010/02/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-6384517085034924771</id><published>2009-12-18T15:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:26:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There's a genre of TV shows called &lt;em&gt;"Dramedies"&lt;/em&gt;, meaning Drama-Comedies---TV shows with a combination of both elements.  They're sort of like Soap-Operas for the 21st Century.  I don't watch much TV personally, but I've caught parts of various TV shows either while flipping through the channels, or while some members of my family have been watching them in the next room.  Particularly certain popular Dramedies like &lt;em&gt;"Desperate Housewives"&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"The Secret Life of the American Teenager"&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"Glee"&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;"Make It or Break It"&lt;/em&gt;...  And I think they're all &lt;strong&gt;worthless drivel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, they're all &lt;strong&gt;filled&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;sex&lt;/strong&gt;...underage sex, premarital sex, casual sex, affairs...  But &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; beyond that, they're absolutely &lt;strong&gt;overflowing&lt;/strong&gt; with other aspects of what I call &lt;em&gt;"Social Chaos"&lt;/em&gt;:  Gossip, cheating, back-stabbing, betrayal, black-mail, plotting, stealing, lying, assault, murder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is this supposed to be entertaining?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's bad enough that &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt; of society seems to find these things entertaining--but what's &lt;strong&gt;even worse&lt;/strong&gt; is that fact that so many otherwise &lt;strong&gt;morally upright&lt;/strong&gt; people &lt;em&gt;(who openly &lt;strong&gt;disapprove&lt;/strong&gt; of the previously described vices in real life)&lt;/em&gt; find these things entertaining!  If these things are so terrible, why is it okay to watch actors portraying these things&lt;strong&gt;?!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Interesting plot twists, good acting, &amp;amp; well-written humor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; make iniquity acceptable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; part of all is how these TV shows &lt;strong&gt;normalize&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; even &lt;strong&gt;glamorize&lt;/strong&gt; Social Chaos...&lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; to young people.  Some will object, citing that &lt;em&gt;"TV doesn't force kids to do anything bad."&lt;/em&gt;  Well, you're right.  But when something is &lt;strong&gt;commonly&lt;/strong&gt; watched on TV, when it's seen as &lt;strong&gt;enjoyable&lt;/strong&gt; to watch, when so many people &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt; as if it's normal, when so many people &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; it's normal, &amp;amp; when so many people &lt;strong&gt;do it&lt;/strong&gt; as something normal (and when &lt;strong&gt;parents&lt;/strong&gt;, of all people, hypocritically engage in any or all of these things) it &lt;strong&gt;becomes&lt;/strong&gt; normal to society.  And at some point, &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; too many people start seeing these &lt;em&gt;"bad"&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;"forbidden"&lt;/em&gt; things as being things that parents, teachers, &amp;amp; religious leaders decry, but that should &lt;em&gt;"really"&lt;/em&gt; be &lt;strong&gt;expected&lt;/strong&gt; as &lt;strong&gt;perfectly normal&lt;/strong&gt; things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what?  These things &lt;strong&gt;shouldn't&lt;/strong&gt; be expected&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  These things &lt;strong&gt;aren't&lt;/strong&gt; a normal part of life&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  This things are &lt;strong&gt;deplorable&lt;/strong&gt; social vices that are &lt;strong&gt;corrupting&lt;/strong&gt; society&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  These things certainly aren't a part of &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; life&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  And if that makes my life &lt;em&gt;"boring"&lt;/em&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  Because I'm &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; better off without these things in my life&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  I've got enough &lt;strong&gt;regular&lt;/strong&gt; problems in my life to deal with&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  I know I'm on a rant, but the...&lt;strong&gt;normalization&lt;/strong&gt;...of these horrible, &lt;strong&gt;despicable&lt;/strong&gt; vices simply &lt;strong&gt;appalls&lt;/strong&gt; me...  The more &lt;strong&gt;obvious&lt;/strong&gt; problems of society are bad enough, but coupled with these ever-more-common iniquities...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't mean to sound so cliché, but my heart just &lt;strong&gt;aches&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;bleeds&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;sorrow&lt;/strong&gt; for the sins of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And thus commandeth the Father that I should say unto you: At that day when the Gentiles shall sin against my gospel, and shall reject the fullness of my gospel, and shall be lifted up in the pride of their hearts above all nations, and above all the people of the whole earth, and shall be filled with all manner of lyings, and of deceits, and of mischiefs, and all manner of hypocrisy, and murders, and priestcrafts, and whoredoms, and of secret abominations; and if they shall do all those things, and shall reject the fullness of my gospel, behold, saith the Father, I will bring the fullness of my gospel from among them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-6384517085034924771?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6384517085034924771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=6384517085034924771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/6384517085034924771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/6384517085034924771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2009/12/social-chaos.html' title='Social Chaos'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-2027038107993876919</id><published>2009-10-19T18:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:54:25.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The word &lt;em&gt;"damn"&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; interesting...  It comes from the same route as &lt;em&gt;"dam"&lt;/em&gt;, as in a beaver or hydroelectric dam.  It means &lt;em&gt;"to halt something in it's progression"&lt;/em&gt;.  Just as a concrete dam halts a river in it's progression downstream, sin halts us in our &lt;strong&gt;spiritual&lt;/strong&gt; progression.  The various religious applications of this are interesting, but I'd like to use the term &lt;em&gt;"damned"&lt;/em&gt; in a more &lt;strong&gt;worldly&lt;/strong&gt; way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so unbelievably &lt;strong&gt;damned&lt;/strong&gt; in life...my progression is so &lt;strong&gt;haulted&lt;/strong&gt;...I'm so &lt;strong&gt;stuck&lt;/strong&gt; in life...  I've been in a &lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt; rut before in life, for a &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; time...but not like &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;...  Before I was largely just &lt;strong&gt;slacking off&lt;/strong&gt;...but now...I just don't know what to do...about &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to move out on my own &lt;strong&gt;so badly&lt;/strong&gt;, but I don't have anywhere &lt;strong&gt;near&lt;/strong&gt; the income to support myself!  So that comes to job-hunting...which is the biggest pain in all of &lt;strong&gt;creation&lt;/strong&gt;...  And in &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; economy?  My &lt;strong&gt;GOSH&lt;/strong&gt;!  And the thing is, I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; a job---the trick is finding a &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what about school?  I totally &lt;strong&gt;crashed&lt;/strong&gt; out of school right around a year ago...I was unmotivated, overworked, rethinking my major...things just fell apart.  But as much as I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; school, I accept that I might have to go back &amp;amp; finish.  But the thing is (setting aside the fact the fact that I have &lt;strong&gt;no money&lt;/strong&gt; for school), I have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea what I would want to go into!  &lt;strong&gt;None!  Nada!  Zero!  Zip!  Zilch!  No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; idea whatsoever!&lt;/strong&gt;  It's so frustrating...it's one of those things that, growing up, society told me that I'd just kind of &lt;em&gt;"figure out"&lt;/em&gt; within the first few years after High School...&lt;strong&gt;...hah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some have suggested that I just get some kind of &lt;em&gt;"General Education"&lt;/em&gt; degree, or something relatively general &amp;amp; flexible like &lt;em&gt;"Business"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"English"&lt;/em&gt; or whatever...  But there's no way in &lt;strong&gt;Hell&lt;/strong&gt; I'd be able to endure the hell of 2 or 3 years of school when it's something I'm not at all &lt;strong&gt;motivated&lt;/strong&gt; in...  And &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; when I have &lt;strong&gt;no clue&lt;/strong&gt; what I'd &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; with any such degree (let alone &lt;strong&gt;motivation&lt;/strong&gt; for said unknown career).  I don't expect to know the exact job title &amp;amp; description of my future job at this point, but how am I expected to get somewhere if I don't have the &lt;strong&gt;slightest&lt;/strong&gt; idea of what direction to go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what about &lt;strong&gt;girls&lt;/strong&gt;?  See previous posts for my thoughts on girls &amp;amp; dating...  &lt;strong&gt;95%&lt;/strong&gt; of the girls I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to ask out, I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt;!  And dating is so &lt;strong&gt;insane&lt;/strong&gt;...people have all kinds of &lt;strong&gt;screwed up&lt;/strong&gt; ideas about dating...  I don't know where to &lt;strong&gt;start&lt;/strong&gt;---I still don't even know the best way(s) to ask a girl out!  Here I am, &lt;strong&gt;25 years old&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; I feel like I have the dating skills of a &lt;strong&gt;16-year-old&lt;/strong&gt;...  What the &lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt; am I supposed to do&lt;strong&gt;?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just...I dunno...  I don't want anyone to think that I'm feeling suicidal, 'cause I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;...  I'm just completely, ultimately, &lt;strong&gt;overwhelmingly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; stuck&lt;/strong&gt; in life...and I don't even know where to begin......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The damned that we number ourselves amongst were not meant for sleep.   Our lot is to whittle away hours, awake and brooding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-2027038107993876919?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2027038107993876919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=2027038107993876919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/2027038107993876919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/2027038107993876919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2009/10/damnation.html' title='Damnation'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-9171573738669930500</id><published>2009-07-25T21:05:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:21:44.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update &amp; This Year's Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've fallen &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; far behind on my Blogging...  When I first started out, I hoped to write a post &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;week&lt;/strong&gt;.  I know a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of people say that, and &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; follow through, but I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; felt like I had a lot to say...  I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt;, really...I guess I just got a lot of it out pretty quickly...  And all too often there's nothing "new" or "big" to report...  Ah, well...  At least I actually have something to post &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For starters, we got a &lt;strong&gt;new puppy&lt;/strong&gt; around the start of April! :D  Another Brittany Spaniel, like Cheetah (who's almost 10 1/2 now).  The new puppy's name is Rosie (Alias "Rosie-O", Alias "Little One", Alias "El Destructo" ;)).  She's about 6 months old now.  And she's...different from Cheetah.  Much more athletic, &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; more strong-willed, and &lt;strong&gt;so much more&lt;/strong&gt; destructive...the amount of liberated pillow-stuffing from our deck furniture is appauling...;)  Hopefully she'll grow out of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Travelling to Oregon this summer crapped out :(  But my dad, my twin brother, &amp;amp; I went to &lt;strong&gt;Lake Powell&lt;/strong&gt; a couple weeks ago! :D  First time in &lt;strong&gt;10 years&lt;/strong&gt;!  It was &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; to go there again...  I just wish we could've explored more canyons &amp;amp; Anasazi ruins, &amp;amp; chased more lizards ;)  Chasing the lizards is my &lt;strong&gt;oldest&lt;/strong&gt; memory of Lake Powell...and of camping, &lt;strong&gt;period&lt;/strong&gt;...  I &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; considered catching one &amp;amp; bringing it home...  Also my twin brother &amp;amp; I are going to &lt;strong&gt;Mysterium&lt;/strong&gt; in Spokane next week! :D  (What's the D'ni word for &lt;em&gt;"Huzzah!"&lt;/em&gt;? ;))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still want to move out (down to Salt Lake ) &lt;strong&gt;so badly&lt;/strong&gt;...I lose my parent's health insurance when I turn 25 in another &lt;strong&gt;3 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;...&amp;amp; I need a better-paying job, with &lt;strong&gt;benefits&lt;/strong&gt;...  But job-hunting is such &lt;strong&gt;masochistic torture&lt;/strong&gt;...even &lt;strong&gt;moreso&lt;/strong&gt; in this economy...  I'm shooting for Costco, but if that craps out, &lt;strong&gt;what do I do&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in the end...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still miss &lt;strong&gt;so many&lt;/strong&gt; people &lt;strong&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt;...especially girls...I miss &lt;strong&gt;so many&lt;/strong&gt; girls...romantically &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; platonically...  One in &lt;strong&gt;particular&lt;/strong&gt;, that's almost always around, but &lt;strong&gt;I still miss her&lt;/strong&gt; nonetheless...  As for the others...I've made attempts to reach a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of them, &lt;strong&gt;several&lt;/strong&gt; times...but I haven't really gotten much of &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; from them...  I feel like I'm the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; one putting anything into these friendships...  And there's just no easy way to say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want you to be a part of my life"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...especially when you want &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; than just a friendship...&lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; when that isn't possible...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so I'm left to my own thoughts...and &lt;strong&gt;broodings&lt;/strong&gt;...the following of which I've &lt;strong&gt;carefully&lt;/strong&gt; ordered...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together?   I guess that wouldn't work.   Someone would leave.   Someone always leaves.   Then we would have to say good-bye.   I hate good-byes.   I know what I need.   I need more hellos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Charles M. Schulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.   It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Judy Garland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Robert Heinlein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The eternal quest of the individual human being is to shatter his loneliness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Norman Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Henry David Thoreau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Alphonse de Lamartine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think about you constantly, whether it's with my mind or my heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Albany Bach Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I dropped a tear in the ocean.  The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your absence has gone through me&lt;br /&gt; Like thread through a needle&lt;br /&gt; Everything I do is stitched with its color."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--W.S. Merwin, "Separation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Within you I lose myself...&lt;br /&gt; Without you I find myself&lt;br /&gt; Wanting to be lost again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Days of absence, sad and dreary,&lt;br /&gt; Clothed in sorrow's dark array,&lt;br /&gt; Days of absence, I am weary;&lt;br /&gt; She I love is far away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jean-Jacques Rousseau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What shall I do with all the days and hours&lt;br /&gt; That must be counted ere I see thy face?&lt;br /&gt; How shall I charm the interval that lowers&lt;br /&gt; Between this time and that sweet time of grace?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Frances Anne Kemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oft in the tranquil hour of night,&lt;br /&gt; When stars illume the sky,&lt;br /&gt; I gaze upon each orb of light,&lt;br /&gt; And wish that thou wert by."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--George Linley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Claudia Ghandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure, if I knew you were missing me too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-9171573738669930500?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/9171573738669930500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=9171573738669930500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/9171573738669930500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/9171573738669930500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-this-years-mood.html' title='Update &amp; This Year&apos;s Mood'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-4768029634730210721</id><published>2009-04-20T11:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:04:40.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtship Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once again, it's been &lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt; a while since I blogged...I just get busy w/the crazy randomness of life, &amp;amp; a lot of things just kind of get pushed onto the back burner...  But I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; want to keep blogging, &amp;amp; it's about time I discussed a subject I eluded to in my last blog-post:  &lt;strong&gt;Dating&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dating is...insane...on numerous levels...  Where to begin, where to begin...  I suppose my soap-box can be divided into 3 issues:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- Unequal Gender-Roles&lt;br /&gt;2- "Hanging" vs. "Going" Out&lt;br /&gt;3- Casual True Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1- Unequal Gender-Roles:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First off, our society clings &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; too much to archaic rituals &amp;amp; gender-roles...  Centuries ago, the man was supposed to be "dominant", &amp;amp; the woman was supposed to be "subordinate".  The man was &lt;strong&gt;expected&lt;/strong&gt; to make all these outward manifistations to show that he could provide for her &amp;amp; be a good patriarch, or whatever...  But in today's gender-equal world, those kind of ideas just cause problems...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The subject of &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; is a delicate issue...  I'm not saying that "the girl should always pay for herself".  Regardless of gender, the more an activity costs, the more the "askee" would expect the "asker" to pay for.  But what it really comes down to is that &lt;strong&gt;money can become a problem when it comes between equals&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's like money coming between someone &amp;amp; their parents, in-laws, siblings, or friends.  In the "guy always pays" world, we have the delicate balance of not wanting to seem "cheap", but not wanting to come off as trying to "buy the girl's affection"...it's a delicate issue...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But even &lt;strong&gt;beyond&lt;/strong&gt; money, we &lt;strong&gt;cling&lt;/strong&gt; to these &lt;strong&gt;unequal&lt;/strong&gt; gender-roles, &amp;amp; turn dating into a horrible roller-coaster...  Sometimes the roles even seem to &lt;strong&gt;flip&lt;/strong&gt;, with the guy ending up putting the girl on a pedestal, as if it's only &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; approval of &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; that needs to be reached...  Men and women are &lt;strong&gt;equals&lt;/strong&gt;, people!  Dating is supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;2 people&lt;/strong&gt; spending time as &lt;strong&gt;equals&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;exploring&lt;/strong&gt; the possibility of becoming &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; than friends!  It's as simple as that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2- "Hanging" vs. "Going" Out:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll try not to repeat too much of what I said in my 2 early posts titled&lt;em&gt;"Girl Drama"&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our society seems to take dating&lt;strong&gt; far&lt;/strong&gt; too casually.  We &lt;strong&gt;horribly &lt;/strong&gt;blurr the lines between &lt;strong&gt;Dating&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Friendship&lt;/strong&gt;.  I realize that those two things are &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; from completely different, but &lt;strong&gt;they're not the same thing!&lt;/strong&gt;  It's to the point where (outside of asking out a total stranger, a girl w/a boyfriend, etc.) I just about can't imagine a girl turning me down for a first date.  &lt;strong&gt;That's not a good thing!&lt;/strong&gt;  If a guy asks a girl out, she seems to think &lt;em&gt;"Oh, he's a nice guy, of course I'll go out with him."&lt;/em&gt;  A guy wouldn't ask you out if he wasn't sure you thought he was a nice guy!  The question is, &lt;strong&gt;do you LIKE him?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I ask a girl out, it's because I &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; her!  I'm &lt;strong&gt;attracted&lt;/strong&gt; to her!  I feel some amount of &lt;strong&gt;affection&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;romantic feelings&lt;/strong&gt; for her!  That doesn't mean I'm anywhere &lt;strong&gt;near &lt;/strong&gt;ready to get into a relationship!  It just means that I'm &lt;strong&gt;interested&lt;/strong&gt;!  I see the &lt;strong&gt;possibility&lt;/strong&gt; of us becoming more than friends, &amp;amp; I'd like to &lt;strong&gt;explore&lt;/strong&gt; that possibility!  I think a guy should be able to say &lt;em&gt;"Do you want to hang out sometime?"&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;amp; have the girl know that he's just interested in &lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;; and for a guy be able to say &lt;em&gt;"Do you want to go out sometime?"&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;amp; have the girl know that he's interested in &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; than friendship.  But our society has made dating so &lt;strong&gt;unbelievably casual&lt;/strong&gt;, that being &lt;strong&gt;straight-forward&lt;/strong&gt; is interpreted as being...just plain &lt;strong&gt;forward&lt;/strong&gt;...  It's become a &lt;strong&gt;crime&lt;/strong&gt; to show interest in someone!  Unless, of course, they like you &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt; as much as you like &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;...but that just takes us back to the &lt;strong&gt;High School mentalitly&lt;/strong&gt; of dating...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3- Casual True Love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It isn't just &lt;strong&gt;dating&lt;/strong&gt; that our culture has come to look at so &lt;strong&gt;casually&lt;/strong&gt;...even ideas of &lt;strong&gt;relationships&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; have been...cheapened...  I'm not talking about people who will sleep w/someone at the drop of a hat.  I'm talking about normal, everyday, good people, who actually want to find &lt;strong&gt;true love&lt;/strong&gt;.  They go through the whole dating process, and even get into relationships, seemingly as "dating" is supposed to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I see people go out only &lt;strong&gt;2 or 3&lt;/strong&gt; times, &amp;amp; then suddenly they're in an exclusive relationship!  I'm not saying that it can't happen that quickly.  Heck, I have an uncle who proposed to my aunt like &lt;strong&gt;3 days&lt;/strong&gt; after they met, &amp;amp; they've been married for like 40 years, have 7 kids, at least that many grand-kids...  But the &lt;strong&gt;vast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; majority&lt;/strong&gt; of the time, love doesn't happen that quickly.  I see people go out 2 or 3 times, get into an &lt;strong&gt;exclusive&lt;/strong&gt; relationship, and then 2 or 3 months later, it's &lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;.  And you know what?  I'm &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; that surprised...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that &lt;strong&gt;far &lt;/strong&gt;too many people in this world have some screwed-up ideas about love...  Some people think that it's the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; feeling as attraction &amp;amp; infatuation, only &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's certainly &lt;strong&gt;stronger&lt;/strong&gt; than that, but it's something inherently different...inherently &lt;strong&gt;deeper&lt;/strong&gt;.  And then Disney &amp;amp; Hollywood have told us that love is this &lt;strong&gt;larger-than-life&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;unrealistic&lt;/strong&gt; thing that &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; changes who you are, gives you &lt;strong&gt;unlimited&lt;/strong&gt; strength &amp;amp; patience, &amp;amp; creates this instant "happily-ever-after".  &lt;strong&gt;Real, true love&lt;/strong&gt; isn't like that.  &lt;strong&gt;It takes work&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no matter how different love is from the cliché we've been taught to believe, I still believe that real, true love is something &lt;strong&gt;incredibly special &amp;amp; precious&lt;/strong&gt;!  It's not something that you get rid of at the drop of a hat, or &lt;em&gt;"throw away like a used tissue"&lt;/em&gt; as a friend of mine once described it.  &lt;strong&gt;Real, true love&lt;/strong&gt; is something that should &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt;!  Now I know that for all kinds of reasons, &lt;strong&gt;sometimes things just don't work out&lt;/strong&gt;.  But to me, if &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; of your relationships only last &lt;strong&gt;a few months&lt;/strong&gt;, it means &lt;strong&gt;you're doing something wrong&lt;/strong&gt;!  Whether that's being selfish, jealous, or possessive...whether you're taking your partner for granted, or going for the wrong kind of person every time...or even if it's just looking at love &amp;amp; relationships &lt;strong&gt;too casually&lt;/strong&gt;...something's not right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I've really come to see is that society (whether consciously or unconsciously) seems to make a distinction between &lt;strong&gt;Serious&lt;/strong&gt; Exclusive Relationships &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Casual&lt;/strong&gt; Exclusive Relationships.  I reject &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; notions of a &lt;strong&gt;Casual &lt;em&gt;Exclusive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;.  I look at the very &lt;strong&gt;notion&lt;/strong&gt; with utter &lt;strong&gt;distain&lt;/strong&gt;...  Some may ask, &lt;em&gt;"What's wrong with that?"&lt;/em&gt;  To me it horribly &lt;strong&gt;cheapens&lt;/strong&gt; relationships, the words &lt;em&gt;"I love you"&lt;/em&gt;, and the very concept of &lt;strong&gt;True Love&lt;/strong&gt;.  An old saying says &lt;em&gt;"When you give your heart away, you give it away for good."&lt;/em&gt;  That doesn't have to mean that you can only truely love once, but it should mean that &lt;strong&gt;real, true love&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; something &lt;strong&gt;casual!  &lt;/strong&gt;To me, there's a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; difference between the concepts of &lt;em&gt;"I love you"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"I really, really, really like you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not my place to judge any one person.  I don't know all the details of &lt;strong&gt;anyone's&lt;/strong&gt; relationships.  But if you're dating someone, whether exclusively or not, I would ask you:  &lt;strong&gt;Where do you see this going?&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm not saying that you should only date, or only get into a relationship with, someone if you're ready to &lt;strong&gt;marry&lt;/strong&gt; them, but why would you let yourself get &lt;strong&gt;emotionally attatched&lt;/strong&gt; to someone if you &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; that it would &lt;strong&gt;end?!&lt;/strong&gt;  I don't know what my future holds---I don't know &lt;strong&gt;who&lt;/strong&gt; I'll marry, or &lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; I'll marry, &amp;amp; I'm &lt;strong&gt;certainly&lt;/strong&gt; not going to be ready for it anytime in the near future.  But I will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; say the words &lt;em&gt;"I love you"&lt;/em&gt; and get into an exclusive relationship unless I really think that the relationship will last &lt;strong&gt;long-term&lt;/strong&gt;.  At &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; point in the process---whether it's the first meeting, getting to know them as friends, dating, or in a relationship---if I knew that it wouldn't work out in the &lt;strong&gt;long run&lt;/strong&gt;, I wouldn't take things any further as more than friends.  I don't want to go through any more heartache than I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to, &amp;amp; for all I know, "the one" (which term I use loosely) might be "just around the corner".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the movie "National Treasure", the characters Ben &amp;amp; Abigail had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &lt;em&gt;"My father thinks I've been a little too cavalier in my personal life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail: &lt;em&gt;"I see."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &lt;em&gt;"Let me ask you something.  Have you ever told someone, not a relative, 'I love you'?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail: &lt;em&gt;"Yes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &lt;em&gt;"More than one someone?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail: &lt;em&gt;"Yes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &lt;em&gt;"Well, then my father says &lt;strong&gt;you've&lt;/strong&gt; been a little too cavalier in your personal life too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that that's rather &lt;strong&gt;harsh&lt;/strong&gt;...like I said for all kinds of reasons, sometimes things just don't work out.  So I'm not going to give any kind of &lt;strong&gt;numbers&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;limits&lt;/strong&gt; on how many people you've loved or been in an exclusive relationship with.  But ideally, I think we should all aim for the &lt;strong&gt;lowest&lt;/strong&gt; number possible!  What it all comes down to is this:  I really think that &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; people ultimately want to find "the one".  Not that there's only &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;person any of us could ever be with, but that most of us want to find &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; that we could be happy with for &lt;strong&gt;the rest of our lives&lt;/strong&gt;.  So if that's what &lt;strong&gt;most &lt;/strong&gt;people &lt;strong&gt;actually want&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;long-term&lt;/strong&gt;, why are so many people willing to settle for &lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;short-term&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not looking for &lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm looking for &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;.  Real, actual, affectionate, deep, meaningful, lasting, &lt;strong&gt;True Love&lt;/strong&gt;.  I &lt;strong&gt;fully&lt;/strong&gt; believe it exists.  &lt;strong&gt;That's&lt;/strong&gt; what I'm looking for when I ask girls out, but it's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; something I want to &lt;strong&gt;rush&lt;/strong&gt; into.  Why does it seem that virtually &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; around me are looking for something &lt;strong&gt;cheaper&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; are willing to give their hearts away in a &lt;strong&gt;heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;?  Maybe some people are &lt;strong&gt;fine&lt;/strong&gt; with that.  But then they have &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; reason to complain when that's all they find.  Maybe some people think that I'm taking things way &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; seriously.  But I believe that &lt;strong&gt;True Love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DESERVES&lt;/strong&gt; to be taken that seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When the one man loves the one woman and the one woman loves the one man, the very angels desert heaven and come and sit in the house and sing for joy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-4768029634730210721?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4768029634730210721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=4768029634730210721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4768029634730210721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4768029634730210721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2009/04/courtship-confusion.html' title='Courtship Confusion'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-6892940066151062313</id><published>2009-02-15T19:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:48:28.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well...it's been &lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt; a while since I blogged.  Let me tell you why, &amp;amp; what's been going on since then:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School...fell through...I was over-worked, stressed, unmotivated, &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; behind, sick for 3 months, rethinking my Major...  I didn't even &lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt; to the last month of school, &amp;amp; didn't take &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; of my Finals.  I have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea where I want to go school/career-wise, which is just as well, since I have no &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; for school...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas was good---Nice &amp;amp; relaxing.  New Year's Eve was &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;!  Dancing to Royal Crown Revue ^_^  I really don't care what the "Lindy Crowd" thinks---Neo-Swing &lt;strong&gt;rocks&lt;/strong&gt;! :P  The Utah Lindy Exchange (ULX) was quite awesome as well.  Lots of great dances, w/lots of great people (&amp;amp; I wasn't sick for most of it like last year :-\).  Swing Club's been getting more organized, &amp;amp; we had an &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; turnout last week.  This coming weekend is an event called "Harlem Nights"---2 days of dance workshops w/nationally-renowned instructors :)  And next month I'm going to the Sacramento Lindy exchange! :D  I'm super-pumped, 'cause I missed it last year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for my lack of computer usage, here's the story:  Back in October, my little brother got a &lt;strong&gt;bunch&lt;/strong&gt; of virus stuff on our computer...  It's happend now &amp;amp; then before, &amp;amp; I'd always managed to fix things, including once back in September (again, it was my little brother...if he does it a third time, I will murder him).  But this time...this time the viri basically...won...  I spent &lt;strong&gt;dozens &amp;amp; dozens&lt;/strong&gt; of hours over trying to fix things, but to no avail.  Just after New Year's, we backed up all our personal files, wiped the hard-drive, &amp;amp; reinstalled &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;.  It was a long, arduous process, but everything's working good now, &amp;amp; my family has finally stopped bugging me with &lt;em&gt;"Have you reinstalled such-&amp;amp;-such a program yet? &gt;:-\"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work...  I recently got a slight raise, but they've also been cutting hours...&amp;amp; probably will &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; soon...  But I also have this &lt;strong&gt;looming&lt;/strong&gt; deadline ahead of me:  I'm still living at home, 'cause I don't have a degree, I don't have money to pay for school to &lt;strong&gt;get&lt;/strong&gt; a degree, I'm not getting &lt;strong&gt;hours&lt;/strong&gt; to get that money!  Stupid economy...  At any rate, when I turn 25 in August, I won't qualify to stay on my parents' insurance anymore!  So, I've got &lt;strong&gt;6 months&lt;/strong&gt; to find a job with benefits...  It's just as well, 'cause I want to move out &lt;strong&gt;so badly&lt;/strong&gt;, I want to &lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt;...  You really have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea...every week it gets worse...  My dad is...a very, very &lt;strong&gt;aggravating&lt;/strong&gt; person to live with...  I'm &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt;, for Pete's sake, but he still treats me like a child!  I feel like &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; time or money I spend, I need his approval, or else he starts lecturing me &amp;amp; giving me all kinds of crap...  Sigh...I want to move out so badly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But some stuff's going alright.  I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; animals :)  I'm getting ready to upgrade my Leopard Gecko's habitat this week!  Nothing's too good for Zora...she pretty much &lt;strong&gt;rocks&lt;/strong&gt; :)  I wish I had money &amp;amp; room for more pets...  But I'm &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; excited that we're getting a new puppy in a few months!  We have a nearly 10 year old Brittany Spaniel, Cheetah, &amp;amp; my dad wants her to help train a new puppy to hunt birds before she gets too old.  Also, once I get some kind of a stable routine, I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; want to do some volunteer work with one of the animal adoption agencies---the Utah Humane Society, Utah Animal Adoption Center, No More Homeless Pets, Pet Samaritan, etc.  The number of homeless &amp;amp; euthanized dogs &amp;amp; cats in the U.S. every year is simply &lt;strong&gt;appauling&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for friends &amp;amp; girls...&lt;strong&gt;status quo&lt;/strong&gt;...  Things are going "well" with friends, but not &lt;strong&gt;nearly&lt;/strong&gt; as well as I'd like...  I'm just...&lt;strong&gt;lacking&lt;/strong&gt;...somehow...  And there's been some &lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt; drama of some kind between some &lt;strong&gt;very dear&lt;/strong&gt; friends that I wish I could do something about---but it's not my business, &amp;amp; I wouldn't know where to even &lt;strong&gt;start&lt;/strong&gt;, anyway...  And girls...are just as &lt;strong&gt;perplexing&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;aggravating&lt;/strong&gt; as ever...I've recently come to a realization of how society really seems to view dating, relationships, &amp;amp; love, but that deserves it's &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; blog-post...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the whole things have been going &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; for me, but a couple things last night kind of brought the &lt;strong&gt;black clouds&lt;/strong&gt; in again...  So it's back to business as usual...&lt;strong&gt;brooding&lt;/strong&gt;...  And I'm left to figure out how to......&lt;strong&gt;grow up&lt;/strong&gt;...  Find a new job, not kill my dad, move out, grow w/friends, &amp;amp; figure out girls...  Pshhh, figure out girls...that's on top of trying to move on from &lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt; girls...  I'm carrying &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; too many torches...God in Heaven I'm carrying too many torches...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every time that it seems I get too close to the flame&lt;br /&gt; It burns me and leaves me the same&lt;br /&gt; But my heart just won't take it&lt;br /&gt; Another drop will just break it for good&lt;br /&gt; So I cut the tie, in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt; And I leave it out there to die...misunderstood"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-6892940066151062313?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6892940066151062313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=6892940066151062313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/6892940066151062313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/6892940066151062313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-4144011449493311552</id><published>2008-12-24T21:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:05:23.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever-Changing Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's Christmas Eve, &amp;amp; I wax nostalgic...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Holiday Season really &lt;strong&gt;flew by&lt;/strong&gt; for me this year...  I've been busy w/work, dancing, computer-viri, being &lt;strong&gt;exhausted&lt;/strong&gt;...  I guess it hasn't been a &lt;strong&gt;total&lt;/strong&gt; loss...I haven't been &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; superficial about Christmas, I've put a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; though into it's true meaning, I got &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my shopping done, I got some &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas-dances in...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thing that's &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; been occupying my thoughts this season is &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;.  Friends are an interesting thing...  They say that &lt;em&gt;"Friends come and go, but family is forever"&lt;/em&gt;, which I guess is true in a lot of ways.  But on the other hand, I would say that &lt;em&gt;"Family is family regardless---but you &lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt; your friends."&lt;/em&gt;  My family are good people, it's hard to picture my life without them, &amp;amp; they're far from the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; people I'd choose to associate with...but they're far from &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;, too.  You might say that friends are the people we &lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt; to be family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But more than the fact that &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; choose your &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; is that &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; choose &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.  We all know people that we think are really cool or really fun, and maybe they "like" us, but they just don't seem to esteem us as highly as we do them (which isn't anything personal).  But every now &amp;amp; then, we meet someone that seems to think that we're as &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; as we think &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That concept is so wonderful to me...  Your family kind of &lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt; to love you.  Sure, some people's families &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt;, but there really is an &lt;strong&gt;obligation&lt;/strong&gt; to love your family.  And sure, we all have an obligation to &lt;em&gt;"love our fellow man"&lt;/em&gt;, but that's not quite the same as the &lt;strong&gt;deep&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;personal&lt;/strong&gt; love of friendship.  Friends are people who love you &lt;strong&gt;when they don't have to&lt;/strong&gt;.  That's &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; something special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At any rate, I've been thinking a lot about my friends...more specifically, about people who &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to be my friends"&lt;/em&gt;, you might say...  I've never had a "falling out" with anyone, but sometimes people just &lt;strong&gt;grow apart&lt;/strong&gt;...people get busy, move on with life, move away...  And then one day you realize that your friendship isn't the same.  Not like they're simply &lt;em&gt;"someone I used to know"&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;amp; certainly not like they're &lt;em&gt;"not my friend any more"&lt;/em&gt;, but more like they're &lt;em&gt;"a friend I used to know"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;...  I know change is inevitable, &amp;amp; I know that sometimes change is &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;.  But sometimes...&lt;strong&gt;sometimes change really sucks&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don't want to lose any more friends...I don't want anyone else to drift away...  My friends mean &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt; to me, &amp;amp; I miss my "old friends" &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt;...friends from High School, that I've hardly seen since then...friends from the Weber State Swing Club, who I've hardly seen since they left...friends from the Weber State Dance Team, who I've hardly seen since &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; left...friends from the U of Utah Swing Club, the Golden Skillet, &amp;amp; the Murray Arts Centre, who haven't come in &lt;strong&gt;ages&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want anyone else to become &lt;em&gt;"a friend I used to know"&lt;/em&gt;.  Life is about &lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt;.  I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it when people leave...I hate &lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt; people that &lt;strong&gt;matter&lt;/strong&gt; to me...because when &lt;strong&gt;they're&lt;/strong&gt; gone, a part of &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; is missing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-4144011449493311552?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4144011449493311552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=4144011449493311552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4144011449493311552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4144011449493311552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/12/ever-changing-friendships.html' title='Ever-Changing Friendships'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-7679727294365690149</id><published>2008-12-01T13:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:45:11.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Very Tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;so tired&lt;/strong&gt;...so tired of &lt;strong&gt;being&lt;/strong&gt; tired...  Mentally &amp;amp; emotionally tired, of course...but it's even harder to deal with those when you're always &lt;strong&gt;physically&lt;/strong&gt; tired as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; get to sleep easily...  If I'm absolutetly exhausted, I can get to sleep in maybe half an hour, but most nights, it takes &lt;strong&gt;at least an&lt;/strong&gt; hour, sometimes &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;...  My mind just won't stop working!  I can never stop thinking!  And if I try &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to think, I get bored, &amp;amp; then I'm preoccupied w/being bored...or I get preoccupied w/trying not think...  If nothing else, my mind just catches onto whatever &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt; thought strays by...the last thing I was thinking of, a song stuck in my head, something that happened that day, something coming up the next day...  Pure &lt;strong&gt;sleepiness&lt;/strong&gt; eventually wins over, but not quickly enough...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And even worse is trying to &lt;strong&gt;wake up&lt;/strong&gt;...I've &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; been a morning person...even if I get to bed before midnight, I can sleep in 'til 9:00 w/out even trying.  But it's gotten &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt;...this past summer I spent most mornings sleeping in 'til 10:00...and lately when I don't have to be anywhere, I can sleep in 'til 11:00...or &lt;strong&gt;later&lt;/strong&gt;...  I'm just so incredibly, unbelievably &lt;strong&gt;groggy&lt;/strong&gt;...my mind just feels like &lt;strong&gt;mush&lt;/strong&gt;...  I consider getting up, &amp;amp; I just think "Ughhh..." &amp;amp; fall right back to sleep like &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; part of all is how the &lt;strong&gt;rest&lt;/strong&gt; of me feels...regardless of how little I wore myself out the night before, regardless of how early I went to bed, in the morning I feel completely &amp;amp; totally &lt;strong&gt;drained&lt;/strong&gt; of energy...  My whole body, especially my limbs, especially my legs, feels heavy &amp;amp; tight...often to the point of lightly &lt;strong&gt;aching&lt;/strong&gt;...  Every night I go to bed feeling tired (as I should), but then every morning I wake up feeling &lt;strong&gt;exhausted&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On one episode of the TV show &lt;strong&gt;M*A*S*H&lt;/strong&gt;, a reporter from the States was asking all the main characters questions about the war, their work, etc.  When asked what they hoped to do when the war ended, the character Hawkeye said &lt;em&gt;"I'd like to take six to eight months, and become unconscious...not do anything, not go any place, not have anything asked of me...just sleep...  And then I'd like to go to Europe, and sleep there for a year."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, how I echo his sentiment...  Sometimes I just want to &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;...and sleep until I just &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; sleep anymore...  I wonder what that feels like...to be so rested that you actually &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to get out of bed?  I have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea, because I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; sleep well...I would &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; for a good-night's sleep...  And such exhaustion robs me of the day's &lt;strong&gt;morale&lt;/strong&gt; right from the get-go...I have so little motivation to do what needs doing each day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm always tired, I've had a cold for &lt;strong&gt;2 1/2 months&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; I have lots of other little medical oddities going on, too...  I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so we'll se how it goes.  I just hope he can find something wrong with me that has a &lt;strong&gt;definite&lt;/strong&gt; solution.  Because I can't function like this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So very tired&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,&lt;br /&gt; And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth:&lt;br /&gt; So do not let me wear to-night away.&lt;br /&gt; Without thee what is all the morning's wealth?&lt;br /&gt; Come, blessed barrier between day and day,&lt;br /&gt; Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-7679727294365690149?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7679727294365690149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=7679727294365690149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/7679727294365690149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/7679727294365690149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-very-tired.html' title='So Very Tired...'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-2259249047413396792</id><published>2008-11-16T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:23:09.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disillusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life hasn't turned out the way I thought it would by this point...they way I &lt;strong&gt;hoped&lt;/strong&gt; it would, &amp;amp; the way I was always &lt;strong&gt;told&lt;/strong&gt; it would...  My apologies for the length of this post...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are all kinds of things in life...big things like an LDS guy going on a &lt;strong&gt;Mission&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;moving away&lt;/strong&gt; from home...other things like going to &lt;strong&gt;college&lt;/strong&gt;, or getting a &lt;strong&gt;job&lt;/strong&gt;...or seemingly simple things like &lt;strong&gt;dating&lt;/strong&gt;...&amp;amp; plenty of other things as well.  These are all perfectly &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; things, but so often in life, people expect you to do things at a certain time, &amp;amp; in a certain way, but then they do virtually &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to prepare you for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's just me.  But &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; kept telling me &lt;em&gt;"When it comes to this point, you're expected to do this..."&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;amp; I just kind of thought &lt;em&gt;"Um, okay."&lt;/em&gt;  But then the time for those things came, &amp;amp; they basically just &lt;strong&gt;threw me to the wolves&lt;/strong&gt;, expecting me to jump in head first, &amp;amp; hit the ground running...&amp;amp; I just kind of thought &lt;em&gt;"Um...okay?"&lt;/em&gt;  I don't expect anyone to &lt;strong&gt;hold my hand&lt;/strong&gt; through the important things in life, but so many things...no one every really &lt;strong&gt;prepared&lt;/strong&gt; me for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't think I'm trying to absolve myself of all responsibility.  There are plenty of times where I just &lt;strong&gt;slacked off&lt;/strong&gt;.  Where I said to myself &lt;em&gt;"I really don't want to do this."&lt;/em&gt;  Or where I thought I had plenty of time, &amp;amp; just &lt;strong&gt;procrastinated&lt;/strong&gt;.  Sometimes I just &lt;strong&gt;didn't think&lt;/strong&gt; things out.  Sometimes I made really &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; mistakes.  I have plenty of regrets...more than I care to admit...I'm just glad I haven't ruined my life...  But I still "dropped the ball" in a lot of areas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Accountability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thing is, when I &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; do a lot of things that I probably &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; have, no one really said anything...  I don't want people to be all over me, &lt;strong&gt;getting on my case&lt;/strong&gt;, but when I "dropped the ball", people just &lt;strong&gt;let it slide&lt;/strong&gt;...  I don't know if they though &lt;em&gt;"Oh, he'll get going and do it sooner or later"&lt;/em&gt; or what, but people let me get away with mediocrity...with &lt;strong&gt;irresponsibility&lt;/strong&gt;...  No one held me &lt;strong&gt;accountable&lt;/strong&gt; for things I probably &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; have done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In short, there are lots of things no one really &lt;strong&gt;prepared&lt;/strong&gt; me for, then I &lt;strong&gt;dropped the ball&lt;/strong&gt; on them, &amp;amp; then no one held me &lt;strong&gt;accountable&lt;/strong&gt;.  So for about &lt;strong&gt;3 whole years&lt;/strong&gt;, I basically went &lt;strong&gt;nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;...stuck in a dead-end job, hardly stretching myself at all, &amp;amp; barely &lt;strong&gt;growing&lt;/strong&gt; at all as a person...  And now here I am, at &lt;strong&gt;24 years&lt;/strong&gt; old...and so many people expect something from me...&lt;strong&gt;adulthood&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm expected to &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; like an adult, &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; like an adult, &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt; like an adult, &lt;strong&gt;act&lt;/strong&gt; like an adult, &lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt; like an adult, &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; an adult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you know what?  I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; an adult.  Sure, I'm a &lt;strong&gt;physical&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;mental&lt;/strong&gt; adult, but I'm not an &lt;strong&gt;emotional&lt;/strong&gt; adult.  I see little point in trying to hide that anymore...it's probably pretty obvious to anyone who knows me more than casually...  There are so many things...so much &lt;strong&gt;life experience &amp;amp; maturity&lt;/strong&gt;...that I &lt;strong&gt;just don't have&lt;/strong&gt;...  Yeah, I probably should have them, but I don't.  I'm 24, &amp;amp; in more than one are of life, I still feel like a 17-year-old Highschooler...  I feel so far &lt;strong&gt;behind&lt;/strong&gt; everyone my age...but I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; gained &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; experience, maturity, &amp;amp; growth since High School...so I don't really fit in with that group either...but where does that leave me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breaking Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel all this pressure to "catch up" to where I'm "supposed to be", all the while trying not to &lt;strong&gt;burn out&lt;/strong&gt;...  And you know what I'm starting to realize?  &lt;strong&gt;I can't handle everything&lt;/strong&gt;.  I can't handle the stress from school, studying, work, church, family, friends, girls, society...  &lt;strong&gt;Constant&lt;/strong&gt; stress from &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; aspect of life?!  It's too much!  &lt;strong&gt;Something&lt;/strong&gt; has to give...the question is, &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I give up on &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; just enjoy what I can?  Should I give up on &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; consign myself to being dirt-poor &amp;amp; unable to have or do anything I want until I'm graduated w/a great job?  Should I give up my &lt;strong&gt;social life&lt;/strong&gt;?  Should I give up on my &lt;strong&gt;reponsibilites&lt;/strong&gt; at home, church, or to society?  Even if I &lt;strong&gt;give up&lt;/strong&gt; on something, the point is to make time for &lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt; things...the other &lt;strong&gt;stresses&lt;/strong&gt; I can't handle, the &lt;strong&gt;responsibilities&lt;/strong&gt; I'm failing in, &amp;amp; the &lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have the time or energy to achieve...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thing is, even if I "get a handle" on one thing or another, I need to look at the &lt;strong&gt;bigger picture&lt;/strong&gt;.  I was going &lt;strong&gt;nowhere&lt;/strong&gt; in life...  Then life smacked me upside the head, I got out of my dead-end job, registered for college, chose a major, got a better job...&amp;amp; I was going &lt;strong&gt;somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;...  But it's coming to the point where that's not enough...I need to know &lt;strong&gt;where&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going.  And need to know that where I'm going will make me &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School is such a &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; part of my life...but my &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;just not in it&lt;/strong&gt;...  I'm so behind on studying, &amp;amp; I'm not sure how I'll make it through Finals...but even more, I'm &lt;strong&gt;absolutely dreading&lt;/strong&gt; starting next Semester, because &lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure anymore&lt;/strong&gt; if I'm going where I should be.  I started in Middle East Studies because I like dabbling in exotic languages, &amp;amp; Arabic is a really valuable language to know.  I wanted to get a degree where my skills would be &lt;strong&gt;in demand&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don't want to have to be a &lt;strong&gt;slave&lt;/strong&gt; to work...just another Joe Punch-Clock...another Nine-to-Five Nobody...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arabic is very in demand, but I &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; don't know what I'll do with it.  And the further I get into school, the more afraid I am that I'll end up somewhere I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; want to be... somewhere that will make me &lt;strong&gt;unhappy&lt;/strong&gt;...  I'm afraid to invest...or &lt;strong&gt;waste&lt;/strong&gt;...any more time, money, &amp;amp; energy in college if I don't know &lt;strong&gt;where&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going.  I need to know that my direction will lead me to &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Solution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; doubting my major...I'm &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; doubing if I should even register for classes next semester...  &lt;strong&gt;But I don't know what to do&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don't want to slip into another &lt;strong&gt;horrible rut&lt;/strong&gt; of going nowhere, but I don't know how to find out where I want my life to go...how to find out &lt;strong&gt;what will make me happy&lt;/strong&gt;.  And if I don't know &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt;, I certainly don't know &lt;strong&gt;how long&lt;/strong&gt; it will take to find out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The world makes way for the man who knows where he is going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-2259249047413396792?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2259249047413396792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=2259249047413396792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/2259249047413396792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/2259249047413396792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/11/destination.html' title='Destination'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-42729230298509951</id><published>2008-11-09T19:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:26:49.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People-Skills</title><content type='html'>I'm severely lacking in certain people-skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend...at least I &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; they were a friend...that I haven't seen in &lt;strong&gt;ages&lt;/strong&gt;.  I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; value their friendship, &amp;amp; I miss them like crazy.  But I feel like they've been &lt;strong&gt;blowing me off&lt;/strong&gt;...  I don't message them &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; often by any means, but often enough that they should realize I'm not just randomly messaging them in &lt;strong&gt;passing&lt;/strong&gt;.  I really think they should realize that I &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; them &amp;amp; want to &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; them.  But I'm getting &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; back...I feel like I'm the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; one putting anything into our friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want them to know that I &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; them, and that I'm &lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt; that I never see or even &lt;strong&gt;hear&lt;/strong&gt; from them.  But I don't want to come off as &lt;strong&gt;clingy&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;needy&lt;/strong&gt;...  More than anythying, I'm don't want to elicit a &lt;strong&gt;pity-friendship response&lt;/strong&gt;...  As a little kid I was a total nerd, &amp;amp; got picked on a lot, so a lot of the nice kids were particularly "nice" to me.  But I knew that it wasn't because they &lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to spend time with me---it was because they felt &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for me.  I don't want that, because it's not real.  It's not...&lt;strong&gt;genuine&lt;/strong&gt;.  It means a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; to me when people say or do things they don't have to.  But more importantly, when they do them for the &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like if I confronted my friend about this, they'd almost &lt;strong&gt;certainly&lt;/strong&gt; make the time to spend some time with me.  But I couldn't be sure if it was because they felt bad for hurting &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;, or because they felt bad about &lt;strong&gt;themself&lt;/strong&gt;.  The first would be more about making &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; feel better, and the latter about making &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt; feel better.  If this friend of mine spends time with me, I want it to be because they &lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt; want to spend time with me.  I don't want them to spend time with me out of &lt;strong&gt;guilt&lt;/strong&gt;...  I guess what I'm afraid of the most is that I don't mean as much to them as a friend as I &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm &lt;strong&gt;over-thinking&lt;/strong&gt; things, and making the situation a &lt;strong&gt;bigger deal&lt;/strong&gt; than it should be...but genuineness is &lt;strong&gt;very, very&lt;/strong&gt; important to me...  Any real, &lt;strong&gt;lasting&lt;/strong&gt; friends I've had have come from a very &lt;strong&gt;genuine love&lt;/strong&gt; for me as a person.  Anything else I've had have just been "nice people" that I've been "acquainted with".  Which is nice, but it's not &lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;...and it shouldn't be &lt;strong&gt;disguised&lt;/strong&gt; as such.  I just wish I knew what to do about this friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm severely lacking in certain people-skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-42729230298509951?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/42729230298509951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=42729230298509951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/42729230298509951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/42729230298509951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-skills.html' title='People-Skills'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-3305611963325924792</id><published>2008-11-06T15:57:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:55:16.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure, Purpose, &amp; Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://despair.com/burnout.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Burnout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been working extra hours this week &amp;amp; last, &amp;amp; I've hardly had time to &lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt;...  I've been fighting burout &lt;strong&gt;so bad&lt;/strong&gt;...I've been so wasted, I've skipped school 3 times this week...  Sometimes you need time to just &lt;strong&gt;do nothing&lt;/strong&gt;...I'm not talking about time to "slack off", I'm talking about time to &lt;strong&gt;relax&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wind down&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;decompress&lt;/strong&gt;...  And it's even harder, because I'm &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; to move out...at 24 I'm &lt;strong&gt;itching&lt;/strong&gt; for my independence.  I'm not just some impatient kid wanting to be able to do whatever he wants.  I may not have everything "figured out", but I'm not going to &lt;strong&gt;screw up&lt;/strong&gt; my life.  And at this point, I'd rather learn my lessons on my own than have them &lt;strong&gt;shoved down my throat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I don't know if moving out would make things any easier...  I'm doing school full-time (and drowning in it, no less).  &lt;strong&gt;Working&lt;/strong&gt; full time in addition to that would &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; me...  And yet some people do it!  And more than that, they seem to be able to &lt;strong&gt;handle&lt;/strong&gt; it!  They even seem &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; in life!  &lt;strong&gt;How&lt;/strong&gt;?!  Seriously!  I want to know!  How do you do it?  How do you do full time school &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; work without &lt;strong&gt;burning out&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/images/products/zoom/futurama_signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're Not Paid to Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing is, the world doesn't give a &lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt; about my morale...  All the world cares about is that I &lt;strong&gt;live up&lt;/strong&gt; to the bar everyone else has set...  Society has all these things they've always told me that I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to do...  Why?  Why do I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to do all these things?  Why do I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to be "Peter Priesthood" in the Church?  Why do I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to go through 4 years of college &amp;amp; graduate with a Bachelor's Degree?  Why do I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to get a 2-story house in the suburbs with a 2-car garage &amp;amp; 2.5 children?  Why do I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to work 9 to 5, Monday through Friday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://despair.com/gettowork.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get to Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not saying that any of those things are &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;, but why do I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to do any of those things?  Can't I just live the way I know is &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;?  Why are people who don't go through college viewed as not being &lt;strong&gt;responsible&lt;/strong&gt;?  Is there some law written into the fabric of existence that says you're a &lt;strong&gt;slacker&lt;/strong&gt; if you're not punching in &lt;strong&gt;40 hours a week&lt;/strong&gt;?  I just feel like I'm jumping through &lt;strong&gt;hoops&lt;/strong&gt;...I feel like I'm living up to everyone's &lt;strong&gt;expectations&lt;/strong&gt;...like I'm living for everyone &lt;strong&gt;else&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; not for &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;...  I don't know how long I can sit on society's conveyer-belt while they send me along down the assembly-line...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; do some or all of those things I mentioned before...but I don't know that for &lt;strong&gt;myself &lt;/strong&gt;yet.  If there's something in life that I really &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; do, I want to &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that I should do it, and I want to be &lt;strong&gt;motivated&lt;/strong&gt; to do it. But I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; want to do it just because everyone else &lt;strong&gt;thinks&lt;/strong&gt; I should.  That's no reason to do &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;.  I want to know my path for myself.  I want a &lt;strong&gt;purpose&lt;/strong&gt; in life.  I know there's a purpose &lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt; life, but I don't seem to have a purpose for &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://despair.com/individuality.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Individuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But more than that, I want to know what &lt;strong&gt;drives&lt;/strong&gt; me.  I don't have that yet...  What drives everyone else?  What drives &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;?  What's your &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt; in life?  There are things I care about, of course.  But there's nothing I've found that I want to focus my life on.  And in the meantime, I find myself just &lt;strong&gt;surviving&lt;/strong&gt;...trying to enjoy the present, &amp;amp; prepare for the very near future...it's getting very, very tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.  I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear...I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...as to put to rout all that was not life..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-3305611963325924792?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3305611963325924792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=3305611963325924792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3305611963325924792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3305611963325924792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/11/pressure-purpose-passion.html' title='Pressure, Purpose, &amp; Passion'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-623940007804752660</id><published>2008-11-02T21:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:30:57.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've recently gotten into watching reruns of the medical show "House, M.D."  Quite an interesting show.  The main character, Dr. Gregory House, is an absolutely &lt;strong&gt;brilliant&lt;/strong&gt; doctor, but has absolutely &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; cander or social tact of any kind.  He's a crass, blunt, &amp;amp; insultive individual.  The other important thing to know is that he's handicapped.  He had an aneurysm in his leg years ago, which killed a lot of nerve tissue.  He walks around with a cane and a &lt;strong&gt;severe&lt;/strong&gt; limp, which he's quite &lt;strong&gt;bitter&lt;/strong&gt; about.  And his leg &lt;strong&gt;still hurt&lt;/strong&gt;s because of it.  You'll see him pop a few pain pills at least once in nearly every episode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At any rate, on the episode that played last week, "Detox", the hospital administrator gave House enough incentive to go without pain pills for a week.  Throughout the episode, his withdrawl symptoms increased &lt;strong&gt;terribly&lt;/strong&gt;, leaving him distracted, breathing heavily, and with big, red bags under his eyes (all while trying to solve another difficult case before the patient dies).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;House made it a week without his pills, but went &lt;strong&gt;right back&lt;/strong&gt; to using them afterwards.  While talking with his friend, Dr. Wilson, he &lt;strong&gt;admitted&lt;/strong&gt; to being an addict, but said it &lt;strong&gt;wasn't&lt;/strong&gt; a problem.  The conversation heated up as Wilson insisted that House had changed since the aneurysm, and finally House slammed his cane down onto the table, shouting &lt;em&gt;"Of course I've changed!"&lt;/em&gt;  After a few moments of silent tension, Wilson carefully asked&lt;em&gt; "...And everything’s the leg?   Nothing’s the pills?   They haven’t done a thing to you?"&lt;/em&gt;  House gave Wilson a steely, unwavering look, and said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"They let me do my job.  And they take away my pain."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to think that most people aren't addicted to any &lt;strong&gt;drugs&lt;/strong&gt; or actual &lt;strong&gt;substances&lt;/strong&gt;.  But sometimes lifestyles, habits, behaviors, actions, or even simple mind-sets can be things that we depend on &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; too much.  These things can be good, neutral, or bad, but even the &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; ones can be &lt;strong&gt;unhealthy&lt;/strong&gt; if we're using them too much, at the wrong times, or in the wrong ways.  We cling to these things as &lt;strong&gt;coping strategies&lt;/strong&gt;, or even as &lt;strong&gt;crutches&lt;/strong&gt;, to deal with the problems and pain in our lives.  To one extent or another, I think &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; of us are psychological/emotional &lt;strong&gt;addicts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addiction is no way to live, but &lt;strong&gt;Detox&lt;/strong&gt; is the hardest part.  We try to go without our familiar, comfortable, &lt;strong&gt;chaining&lt;/strong&gt; coping strategies.  But the withdrawl symptoms set in, and we find ourselves &lt;strong&gt;facing the pain&lt;/strong&gt; we've avoided, &lt;strong&gt;terrified&lt;/strong&gt; of not knowing when we'll make it through.  And even worse, sometimes we don't know &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; to make it through.  We need a &lt;strong&gt;Plan B&lt;/strong&gt;.  Without some alternate plan, some better, &lt;strong&gt;healthier&lt;/strong&gt; coping strategy, we ultimately give up, and &lt;strong&gt;turn back&lt;/strong&gt; to our addictive coping strategies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think we all know at heart that our &lt;strong&gt;shallow&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;selfish&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;fear-based&lt;/strong&gt; coping strategies are bad for us.  &lt;strong&gt;But they let us do our job.  And they take away our pain.&lt;/strong&gt;  The trick is to find Plan B...because the &lt;strong&gt;torturous&lt;/strong&gt; cycle of starting &amp;amp; quitting Detox continues &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; without it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is not heroin or cocaine that makes one an addict, it is the need to escape from a harsh reality.  There are more television addicts, more baseball and football addicts, more movie addicts, and certainly more alcohol addicts in this country than there are narcotics addicts."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-623940007804752660?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/623940007804752660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=623940007804752660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/623940007804752660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/623940007804752660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/11/detox.html' title='Detox'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-8730334293624519018</id><published>2008-10-27T11:30:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:39:21.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of My Life</title><content type='html'>Ever since I can remember, people have always told me that this (whenever that was) was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"time of my life"&lt;/span&gt;.  That I should be "living it up" and enjoying life because it was "my time".  But no matter what age I was, people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; told me that.  Your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire life&lt;/span&gt; can't be the "time of your life".  Yeah, life should be enjoyed all around, but the idea of there being a "time of your life" suggests that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one particular part&lt;/span&gt; of you life is "your time".  And everyone has their own opinions on just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; part of your life that is.  I don't expect any time in life to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;care-free any 100% fun, but life isn't meant to be be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; stress &amp;amp; work with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;occasional &lt;/span&gt;distraction...we're supposed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one way or the other, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; have yet to find that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little kid&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be the "time of my life", because I didn't have any real responsibilities.  But at that age, life is  so simple...there may not be any big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worries&lt;/span&gt;, but there's no great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joys&lt;/span&gt; either.  You're innocent, but also...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt;.  Then when I got into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jr. High&lt;/span&gt; it was supposed to be the "time of my life", because I was older, and could try new &amp;amp; better things.  But all that age was to me was a reminder of all the things I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do yet...just an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impatience&lt;/span&gt; for the future.  Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High School&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be the "time of my life".  I was supposed to be hanging out with friends, going to parties, driving, dating, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having fun&lt;/span&gt; in between school &amp;amp; studying.  But I just found myself standing on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fringe&lt;/span&gt; of the social scene, without a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clue&lt;/span&gt; how to talk to girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, getting into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be the "time of my life".  I was supposed to be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adult&lt;/span&gt;, making my own decisions, moving out, finding a serious girlfriend, gaining &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;...  But I'm still living like an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18-year-old&lt;/span&gt;...I'm swamped with school, I'm too busy to hang out with friends much, I can hardly ever get dates, I'm sick of living with my parents, I'm broke, and I don't know when I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; be able to move out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"time of my life"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually going to start???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happiness:  We rarely feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would buy it, beg it, steal it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pay in coins of dripping blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For this one transcendent good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-8730334293624519018?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8730334293624519018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=8730334293624519018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/8730334293624519018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/8730334293624519018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-of-my-life.html' title='Time of My Life'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-7635121933714973246</id><published>2008-10-15T18:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:48:23.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitterpation Syndrome</title><content type='html'>All too often, people talk as if being Twitterpated is nothing more than that emotion you feel when you &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; find yourself enamored with someone.   But if that someone turns out to be someone very special, it lasts a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; longer than that.   When you find someone that, for whatever reason, is just &lt;strong&gt;so wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; to you, it can last for &lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt;.   Even if you develop &lt;strong&gt;deeper&lt;/strong&gt; feelings for them, Twitterpation is still that &lt;strong&gt;rush&lt;/strong&gt; of emotion you get where your heart just &lt;strong&gt;oozes&lt;/strong&gt; every time you see them smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people also talk as if being Twitterpated is always this wonderful, fluttery, dreamy, frolicking-through-the-meadows, head-in-the-clouds, &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; feeling.   Twitterpation isn't so nice to deal with when you can't pursue your feelings.   Sometimes that wonderful person doesn't feel the same, sometimes you can't find out if they do, and sometimes (for all kinds of reasons) you don't have a green light even &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; they do.   When things aren't looking so great, being Twitterpated...just makes you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel torment when you can't be with someone.   It's like a disease...  Especially when you really think &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; might want to be closer to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; if certain...things...were different.   Twitterpation Syndrome gnaws at your heart, keeping you up at night...   You spend so much time thinking about them, missing them, and wanting to be around them.   But then when you are, you find yourself starting to wish that you &lt;strong&gt;weren't&lt;/strong&gt;, so you could stop thinking about them.   Unfortunately, that never happens, because that was the problem in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that &lt;em&gt;"time heals all wounds"&lt;/em&gt;...  It does to a certain extent, but it's not enough.   Getting over someone isn't &lt;strong&gt;nearly&lt;/strong&gt; that simple.   When wounds are really deep, they don't heal all the way on their own---they need help.   That help is something that no one can give you except &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; person who strikes that certain, special chord in you.   You can't "move on" unless you have someone else to move on &lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;.   But if you don't have that, you're just...screwed.   Because you're just left there, still Twitterpated with someone you can't be with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.   At night, the ice weasels come."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-7635121933714973246?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7635121933714973246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=7635121933714973246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/7635121933714973246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/7635121933714973246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/10/twitterpation-syndrome.html' title='Twitterpation Syndrome'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-1961101761628061797</id><published>2008-10-12T20:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:18:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We all have our favorite music...styles, bands, songs...  Music we think is really fun, rocking, or otherwise just... indefinably awesome.  But how often do you run into a band or song whose lyrics really have...&lt;strong&gt;soul&lt;/strong&gt;?  Lyrics that just seem to &lt;strong&gt;speak&lt;/strong&gt; to you.  And &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; you.  The Goo Goo Dolls do that for me.  And with all the chaos and strange luck that life has brought, me there's one song that just feels like it was written for me.  I wonder if any of you knows why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And even though the moment passed me by&lt;br /&gt;I still can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;You saw the dreams you never thought you'd lose&lt;br /&gt;Tossed along the way&lt;br /&gt;Letters that you never meant to send&lt;br /&gt;Lost or blown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're grown up orphans&lt;br /&gt;That never knew their names&lt;br /&gt;Don't belong to no one, that's a shame&lt;br /&gt;You could hide beside me, maybe for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell no one your name&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell 'em your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars are souveneirs you never lose&lt;br /&gt;The past is never far&lt;br /&gt;And did you lose yourself somewhere out there?&lt;br /&gt;Did you get to be a star?&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad to know that life&lt;br /&gt;Is more than who we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew up way too fast&lt;br /&gt;And now there's nothing to believe&lt;br /&gt;And reruns all become our history&lt;br /&gt;A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell no one your name&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell 'em your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about ya all the time, but I don't need the same&lt;br /&gt;It's lonely where you are, come back down&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell 'em your name"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-1961101761628061797?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1961101761628061797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=1961101761628061797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/1961101761628061797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/1961101761628061797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/10/theme-song.html' title='Theme Song'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-6181491930904589911</id><published>2008-10-09T11:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:42:33.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wanna put my tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart in a blender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch it spin around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To a beautiful oblivion..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; have yet to be turned down for a first date, but I recently got turned down for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; date.  That may not sound like a big deal to most people, but it's the first time I've ever been turned down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt; (and that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a good thing).  One girl just made excuses &amp;amp; avoided me until I got the hint (which I'm still pretty bitter about), but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; other girl I ended up just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giving up&lt;/span&gt; on...either because I could tell she just wasn't interested, or even worse, because I could tell that she didn't realize that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was interested...  I'm glad a girl finally had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; to realize I was interested and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spine&lt;/span&gt; to turn me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the long run, it doesn't do me much good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative writing is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my strong suit, but every once in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; blue moon, the Muse strikes, &amp;amp; I can pull off a half-decent (if short) piece of poetry.  I wrote this poem several years ago, but never shared it with anyone.  I've omitted the first stanza, as it was about a specific girl.  But the other 3 stanzas are pretty universal---I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; guy out there can empathize with me on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She stole my heart, but my affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She could not return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pain consumes me, and I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My soul within me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why must heartache hurt so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What power can ease the sting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This torment rips my heart apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In endless suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sweetest angel that I've met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In years has gripped me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Affection unrequited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the cruelest pain I know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; luck with girls...  Some guys, once they find out that a girl is a "tough one" or even "unobtainable", they just can't help but go for her.  For me, it's the other way around.  I meet all these attractive, sweet, wonderful girls, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I find out that they're too young, too old, have a boyfriend, aren't LDS, are just visiting from out of state...  Seriously, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95%&lt;/span&gt; of the girls I find myself interested in aren't even an option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; part is that when I actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; find a girl who's attractive, sweet, 18-24, single, LDS, &amp;amp; lives around Salt Lake, they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; interested!  What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; it about me?  Am I unattractive?  Am I boring?  Am I awkward?  Am I creepy?  I don't expect to win any contests in any of those areas, but I'm open to honest advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of wasting my time, &amp;amp; getting nowhere...  I don't want to lower my standards, and I shouldn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to, because they're not unrealistic.  And I don't want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt;...  Going on a pity-date with someone is basically saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think you're so socially awkward &amp;amp; incapable, and I feel so sorry for you, that I'm going to lower &amp;amp; debase myself to throw you a bone."&lt;/span&gt;  It's demeaning, it's degrading, it's insulting.  I don't want pity...pity-dates, pity-friendships...pity-anything.  Everyone wants &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sympathy&lt;/span&gt;, but not pity.  I don't want it, and I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; it.  I may not be Mr. Personality, but I can hold my own socially.  And the thing is, I don't just deserve to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that someone has feelings for me---I deserve to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; someone have feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I knew what else I can do...because I'm still at square-1, with unrequited feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't wanna be lonely no more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have to pay for this&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another lover at my door&lt;br /&gt;It's just another heartache on my list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be angry no more&lt;br /&gt;You know I could never stand for this&lt;br /&gt;So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lonely anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-6181491930904589911?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6181491930904589911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=6181491930904589911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/6181491930904589911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/6181491930904589911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/10/unrequited.html' title='Unrequited'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-393066548263862393</id><published>2008-10-05T12:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:23:03.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Teaching, Part 2:  The Teaching Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 2 of a 2-part post about my feelings on Teaching:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Few things make school more frustrating than &lt;strong&gt;bad teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;.  The most interesting of subjects can't be enjoyed (let alone learned) if the teacher doesn't know &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; to teach.  Bad teachers come in many forms, so it's hard to describe all of the problems.  But a very effective way I've discovered is with a diagram I've come up with that I call the &lt;strong&gt;Teaching Diamond&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SOkZ__EOx5I/AAAAAAAAABw/SF6mjDBUQ0s/s1600-h/Teaching+Diamond.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SOkZ__EOx5I/AAAAAAAAABw/SF6mjDBUQ0s/s320/Teaching+Diamond.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253759027356026770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first question to ask is what &lt;strong&gt;Movtivations&lt;/strong&gt; someone has to become a teacher.  The first is obivous---an &lt;strong&gt;Interest&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;Subject&lt;/strong&gt;, which are the Left and Top corners of the Diamond.  After all, why would you become a teacher if you didn't like the subject you were teaching?  But unfortunately, I think far too many teachers use this as their &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; motivation to become a teacher.  They seem to think &lt;em&gt;"I really don't know what I want to do...but I really like this subject, so, I guess I'll teach it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that leaves out an &lt;strong&gt;essential&lt;/strong&gt; motivation---an &lt;strong&gt;Interest&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Teaching&lt;/strong&gt;, which are the Left and Bottom corners of the Diamond.  Why would someone become a teacher if they didn't have a &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt; for teaching?!  All it does is rob &lt;strong&gt;themselves&lt;/strong&gt; of finding a more fulfiling career, and rob their &lt;strong&gt;students&lt;/strong&gt; of an effective education.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second question to ask is what &lt;strong&gt;Qualifications&lt;/strong&gt; someone needs to become a teacher.  The first is obvious---a &lt;strong&gt;Knowledge&lt;/strong&gt; of the &lt;strong&gt;Subject&lt;/strong&gt;, which are the Right and Top corners of the Diamond.  After all, what kind of respecable school would hire a teacher who wasn't thoroughly knowledgable in the subject they were teaching?  But as with movtivations, far too many schools use someone's knowledge as the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; qualification for becoming a teacher.  As much as they can afford, they hire the people with the most distinguished-sounding degrees and education.  They seem to think &lt;em&gt;"The more someone knows about a subject, the better they'll be able to teach it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that leaves out an &lt;strong&gt;essential&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;qualification---a &lt;strong&gt;Knowledge&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;Teaching&lt;/strong&gt;, which are the Right and Bottom corners of the Diamond.  Knowing information about a subject, no matter how much, says absolutely &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; about your ability to teach it effectively!  No matter how much you know about something, your ability to teach it is based on your ability to see from the view of those who know nothing, break it down, simplify it, start from the basics, build from there, and handle different &lt;strong&gt;styles&lt;/strong&gt; of learning.  Hiring people based on &lt;strong&gt;mere knowledge&lt;/strong&gt; only further robs students of an effective education.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want &lt;strong&gt;Professors&lt;/strong&gt;---people who merely &lt;strong&gt;profess&lt;/strong&gt; their knowledge, who just &lt;strong&gt;lecture&lt;/strong&gt;, who &lt;strong&gt;rattle off&lt;/strong&gt; cold information that could just as easily be obtained from a book or the internet.  I want &lt;strong&gt;Teachers&lt;/strong&gt;---people who understand how others learn, and how to teach.  To be a teacher requires an &lt;strong&gt;Interest&lt;/strong&gt; of both their &lt;strong&gt;Subject&lt;/strong&gt; and of &lt;strong&gt;Teaching&lt;/strong&gt;, and a &lt;strong&gt;Knowledge&lt;/strong&gt; of both their &lt;strong&gt;Subject&lt;/strong&gt; and of &lt;strong&gt;Teaching&lt;/strong&gt;.  The &lt;strong&gt;Center&lt;/strong&gt; of the Teaching Diamond is where all teachers should be.  Far too many focus on the Top corner, and forget the Bottom corner, which severely retards their ability.  Because as important as the &lt;strong&gt;Subject&lt;/strong&gt; is to teaching, the &lt;strong&gt;foundation&lt;/strong&gt; of teaching is &lt;strong&gt;Teaching&lt;/strong&gt; itself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing is, a &lt;strong&gt;well-written&lt;/strong&gt; book or web-page can be a &lt;strong&gt;much more&lt;/strong&gt; effective teaching agent than a &lt;strong&gt;droning&lt;/strong&gt; professor.  The reason classes have a &lt;strong&gt;teacher&lt;/strong&gt; intead of a just a &lt;strong&gt;textbook&lt;/strong&gt; is so there can be someone who can tell you &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; than what the book does, and &lt;strong&gt;explain&lt;/strong&gt; things better than any book can.  That isn't going to happen if the teacher doesn't know &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; to teach.  And something as &lt;strong&gt;dynamic&lt;/strong&gt; as teaching isn't something that can be learned, no matter how much training you have, if you don't have a &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt; for teaching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to see &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt; in academics.  &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt; would be more refreshing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you want to build a ship, then don't drum up men to gather wood, give orders, and divide the work.   Rather, teach them to yearn for the far and endless sea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-393066548263862393?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/393066548263862393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=393066548263862393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/393066548263862393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/393066548263862393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-of-teaching-part-2-teaching-diamond.html' title='The Art of Teaching, Part 2:  The Teaching Diamond'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SOkZ__EOx5I/AAAAAAAAABw/SF6mjDBUQ0s/s72-c/Teaching+Diamond.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-5071887417023507637</id><published>2008-09-30T18:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:37:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Teaching, Part 1:  My Personal Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Part 1 of a 2-part post about my feelings on Teaching:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;swear&lt;/strong&gt;, not all my posts are going to be 2-parters...but I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; need to take a whole post just to rant about my current teachers &amp;amp; professors...they're nice people, but I just don't like any of them, particularly their &lt;strong&gt;teaching styles&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. My Intro to Stats Teacher:  She's from Eastern Europe, &amp;amp; has a &lt;strong&gt;thick&lt;/strong&gt; accent.  I can understand her fine, but it just &lt;strong&gt;bugs&lt;/strong&gt; me when people don't learn to speak English right...  It's one thing if they're really new to the language...but when they can speak it &lt;strong&gt;quickly&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;fluidly&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; have an &lt;strong&gt;extensive&lt;/strong&gt; vocabulary, they should've had enough practice to improve on their &lt;strong&gt;American accent&lt;/strong&gt;.  The accent is an &lt;strong&gt;intregal part&lt;/strong&gt; of any languange...  If someone &lt;strong&gt;clearly&lt;/strong&gt; has a strong grasp of a language, but don't even seem to be &lt;strong&gt;trying&lt;/strong&gt; to speak with a correct accent, it just strikes me as...&lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. My Intermediate Writing Teacher:  He's a Grad Student.  He knows his stuff, he's a nice guy, and he's got a good sense of humor, but...there's a complete lack of &lt;strong&gt;structure&lt;/strong&gt; in his class.  We basically have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea what we're going to do on any given day until the class period before.  His "lessons" don't fit together in any more than the vaguest, most general of ways.  It just seems like a kind of &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt; class...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My Middle East History Teacher:  The class covers 1798-1914 (last century of the Ottoman Empire).  My professor is a &lt;strong&gt;nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;...  First off, there's &lt;strong&gt;no textbook&lt;/strong&gt;!  How can you have a history class without a textbook?!  No slideshows, no powerpoint presentations, no maps...no visual aids of &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; kind, except for a few random words &amp;amp; phrases he scribbles in no particular order on the chalkboard, &amp;amp; then points at them at the appropriate times in his lecture...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, it's him lecturing all class long.  And his lectures...&lt;strong&gt;my gosh&lt;/strong&gt;...they're so random &amp;amp; disjointed...he just &lt;strong&gt;rambles&lt;/strong&gt; on, off on tangents that don't seem to connect together to any relevant theme...  You know what it's like?  It's like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truveo.com/Strike-Breakers/id/3352720668"&gt;http://www.truveo.com/Strike-Breakers/id/3352720668&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear, it's barely &lt;strong&gt;5 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; in to &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; one of his lectures before I start half-expecting him to say &lt;em&gt;"So the Sultan tied an onion to his belt, which was the style at the time..."&lt;/em&gt;  I don't know how many more of his rambling lectures I can take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. My Arabic Teacher:  He's a nice guy, and he knows his stuff, but...ugh...  First of all, he has a heavy Arabic accent.  The fact that he doesn't even &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to speak with a correct American accent when he's trying to get &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; to speak with a correct &lt;strong&gt;Arabic&lt;/strong&gt; accent comes off as not just &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt;, but...&lt;strong&gt;arrogant&lt;/strong&gt;, in a way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But more than that, it's his &lt;strong&gt;style&lt;/strong&gt; of teaching...it's like he makes us &lt;strong&gt;guess&lt;/strong&gt; what words mean!  He'll keep saying a word in different contexts, or use body language, or draw it on the whiteboard...  By the time I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; understand what the word is, I think &lt;em&gt;"Oh...why didn't he just &lt;strong&gt;say&lt;/strong&gt; that???"&lt;/em&gt;  Learning vocabulary goes at a &lt;strong&gt;crawling&lt;/strong&gt; pace the way he teaches...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had all kinds of other terrible teachers before, too...teachers who seem to take absolutely &lt;strong&gt;no joy&lt;/strong&gt; in their field, or in the &lt;strong&gt;act&lt;/strong&gt; of teaching...teachers who just seem &lt;strong&gt;crabby&lt;/strong&gt; all the time...teachers who just &lt;strong&gt;lecture on &amp;amp; on&lt;/strong&gt;, not even wondering if the students are absorbing or understanding the information...  So many teachers are just...&lt;strong&gt;lacking&lt;/strong&gt;...in certain ways...  I'm sure everyone can relate to this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned for my thoughts on just &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt; all those teachers are lacking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The aim of education should be to teach us rather how to think, than what to think--rather to improve our minds, so as to enable us to think for ourselves, than to load the memory with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; thoughts of other men."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-5071887417023507637?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/5071887417023507637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=5071887417023507637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/5071887417023507637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/5071887417023507637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of-teaching-part-1-my-personal-rant.html' title='The Art of Teaching, Part 1:  My Personal Rant'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-3807539636485648768</id><published>2008-09-26T11:21:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:40:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Drama, Part 2:  Indecisiveness</title><content type='html'>Part 2 of a 2-part post about my feelings on Girl Drama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you understand my thoughts on girls' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spinelessness&lt;/span&gt;, the other major issue I have with girls is their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indecisiveness&lt;/span&gt;.  Why does it take so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; for a girl to decide whether or not she likes a guy?  Why is it so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;?  Why do girls seem so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to let themselves like a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our society &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horribly&lt;/span&gt; blurs the lines between dating &amp;amp; friendship.  I know they're not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they're not the same thing&lt;/span&gt;!  People will say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, but the first date or two should be really casual, because you don't want to rush things."&lt;/span&gt;  Sure, I'm all for taking things slow &amp;amp; not rushing.  But there comes a point when things can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; casual.  When it's so casual that you're sitting there thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is this a date, or what?"&lt;/span&gt;  One of the last girls I "went out with" I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; don't think realizes that I thought it was a date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;, and still be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;casual&lt;/span&gt;.  But it can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;casual&lt;/span&gt;, and still be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I like to make a little distinction between "hanging out" and "going out".  I have plenty of female friends that I'd love to "hang out with", even one on one.  But the last thing I want is to give them the wrong impression, &amp;amp; make them think that I'm interested.  If I want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang out&lt;/span&gt; with a girl, I would think I could just say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, we should hang out sometime."&lt;/span&gt;  But if I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in a girl, I want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; out with her.  So why can't I just say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, do you want to go out sometime?"&lt;/span&gt;  Why can't I be clear about my intentions?  Or more poignantly, why can't girls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; such clear intentions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, like I said in my last post, if you just pay attention to obvious social cues, you should be able to tell what a guy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intentions&lt;/span&gt; are.  In other words, you should be able to tell whether a guy is asking you to "hang out" or "go out".  Sure, sometimes people just "hang out" and then end up dating later.  But some guys have a really hard time doing that without getting sucked into the "Just Friends" category.  After all, the longer you know someone, the harder (and more awkward) it is to try to "change" the relationship to something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;.  At what point &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; you "change" things?  Some of us can know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fairly soon&lt;/span&gt; if we could be interested in a girl, so why can't we "ask the girl out" before we know them really, really well as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, here's something that I really don't think a lot of girls realize:  If a guy "asks you out", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's because he likes you&lt;/span&gt;!  Shocking, huh?  But just because he "likes you", doesn't mean he's practically in love with you and ready to be your boyfriend!  It feels like girls really "hold out" on letting themselves like a guy until they're "really sure" that he could be someone they could get serious with.  Being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in someone has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to do with being ready for something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want pure honesty?  I'd say between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two-thirds&lt;/span&gt; of the girls I know, I'd like to go out with, based on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; physical&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; attraction.  It's not that I'm interested in just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; (because there's plenty of girls that I'm just not interested in), but I'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picky&lt;/span&gt;!  Attractive, sweet, wonderful girls are in no short supply---they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, when a guy asks you out, it's because he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in you.  So at heart, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you want to go out sometime?"&lt;/span&gt; isn't really the guy asking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you want to go do something together?"&lt;/span&gt;  He's asking if you're interested in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.  He's asking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you at all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attracted&lt;/span&gt; to me?  Do you feel any amount of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;affection&lt;/span&gt; for me?  Do you feel any desire to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closer&lt;/span&gt; to me?  Do you see any possibility of us becoming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than just friends?  Do you feel any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;romantic feelings&lt;/span&gt; for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in someone has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to do with being ready for something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;!  It's about how you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; about them!  Yeah, if you barely know a guy, then I don't expect you to know if you're interested.  But you don't have to know a guy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intimately&lt;/span&gt; to know how they make you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;!  All you really need is to know their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;, and to understand what kind of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; they are.  Sometimes it takes months, but sometimes only weeks or days---it all just depends on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; of your interactions with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go out socializing, I put myself out there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;openly &amp;amp; honestly&lt;/span&gt;.  Shallow, social-climbing people aren't the type of people who would want to hang around me, and I'm not rich or popular anyway, so people have nothing to gain by taking advantage of me socially.  And the kind of girls that I'd be interested in would be the same.  Additionally, the fact that I'm LDS says a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole lot&lt;/span&gt; about the kind of person I am and what I'm looking for (and the same goes for the LDS girls I'm looking for.).  So honestly, after several different interactions with someone, I take them for what they seem.  And you know what?  Very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seldom&lt;/span&gt; have I ever been very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; about the kind of person someone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to is this:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can know fairly soon if I'm interested---why can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;?  Make up your minds!  Are you attracted to him or not?  Do you feel anything for him or not?  It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; to be interested in someone, and it's also okay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to be!  So if you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just not interested&lt;/span&gt; in a guy, then admit it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;, and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;!  As great a guy as he might be, if you just don't feel it, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you just don't feel it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what happens otherwise?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You lead guys on&lt;/span&gt;.  I've been lead on for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire summers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of time in between...  I'd say literally around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three-fourths&lt;/span&gt; of the heartache I've gone through could've been avoided if the girls had just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turned me down&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't want to be led on anymore...God in heaven, I don't want to be lead on anymore...  I can handle rejection, and I can handle break-ups.  But the idea of being led on again like I have before just makes me want to curl up in the fetal position in the corner of a closet &amp;amp; sob uncontrollably...I'm not even kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you can't make your mind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We'll never get started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I don't want to wind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Being parted, broken-hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So if you really love me, say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But if you don't, dear, confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And please don't tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-3807539636485648768?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3807539636485648768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=3807539636485648768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3807539636485648768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3807539636485648768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-drama-part-2-indecisiveness.html' title='Girl Drama, Part 2:  Indecisiveness'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-1536345704087943632</id><published>2008-09-21T20:42:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:41:16.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Drama, Part 1:  Spinelessness</title><content type='html'>Part 1 of a 2-part post about my feelings on Girl Drama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I had to say it.  Ladies, I love you, and I think about a lot of you far too much, but ugh...girls make things so hard...  Guys have our problems, I'll freely admit, but girls are the ones who make things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; complicated.  For all our faults, guys think in very simple, straight-forward terms.  But girls have a very...irrational...way of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; about things.  We cause our share of drama, but half of it is us just fumbling around, trying to respond to the drama that girls cause---and usually misinterpreting it.  Even Freud, after decades of studying the human psyche, was quoted as saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do women want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As few have the patience to read uber-long blog-posts, and as I have quite a lot to say on this subject, I'm again breaking my thoughts into 2 separate posts, on the topics of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spinelessness &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Indecisiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  On the subject of the former, I have 2 main ideas to touch on:  Asking guys out, and turning guys down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asking Guys Out&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of years ago, I went to a Young Adult Conference.  During part of it, they had a panel of 3 couples, in their mid-to-late 20s, who had each been married for 1-4 years (relatively newly-weds), &amp;amp; they were there to take questions &amp;amp; give advice on dating &amp;amp; courtship.  There was about 50 of us in the room, with a pretty even number of guys &amp;amp; girls.  At one point, they asked how many of the guys would feel comfortable with a girl asking us out for a first date (other than a Girls' Choice Dance), and about 10-12 of us raised our hands (close to half of the guys).  Then they asked the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; how many of them would feel comfortable asking a guy out for a first date (other than a Girls' Choice Dance), and about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 girls&lt;/span&gt; raised their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that most girls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; aren't willing to ask guys out???  This is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st Century&lt;/span&gt;, people!  Guys &amp;amp; girls are supposed to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;equals&lt;/span&gt;!  Half the drama in dating these days exists because we cling to a number of outdated, antiquated, archaic courtship stereotypes &amp;amp; rituals that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just don't work&lt;/span&gt; in today's society.  All they do is cause needless drama &amp;amp; stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's ideas of the guy always asking the girl out, the guy always paying (which I don't want to get into here), the guy always picking the girl up, or anything else, it makes it seem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as if the guy has to be in charge&lt;/span&gt;.  It was one thing hundreds of years ago, when men were always seen as dominant, &amp;amp; women were always seen as subordinate.  But when we cling to these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbalanced&lt;/span&gt; ideas of behavior, it runs against the grain of modern gender-equality, and just invites confusion &amp;amp; awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, any decent guy is ultimately looking for an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; equal partner&lt;/span&gt;.  You asking us out isn't horribly forward---it's intelligent, social, normal behavior that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we understand&lt;/span&gt;.  If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; can be direct &amp;amp; show their interest, why can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turning Guys Down&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are far too nice.  I'm not saying that girls should be mean, rude, or unfeeling, but why is it that girls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will not&lt;/span&gt; turn a guy down???  I have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; been flat-out turned down for a date---and that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a good thing!  Literally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; the reason I'm afraid to ask girls out is because I'm afraid they'll say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; when they're not even interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, of course they'll say yes, because they don't know you.  They don't know whether or not they like you."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bull-honky&lt;/span&gt;.  There is only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; time I've ever asked a girl out the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; I met her.  It's not usually that easy to get to know someone within just a few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; of meeting them.  Why in the world would you agree to go out with someone you just barely met?  Someone who's basically a complete stranger?  Someone who could turn out to be a total psycho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask girls out, it's usually someone I've started seeing on a regular or semi-regular basis at social events, like Swing Dancing.  I get a dance or two with them every week, have a few nice, casual conversations each time, let them see me in a social context with other people, and basically give them a chance to see the kind of person I am.  And during that time, I get the chance to see what kind of person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are.  So within a week or two, maybe a month, I know how old they are, what religion they are, if they're single, etc, and I have a decent feel for their personality.  And more importantly, they should have a decent feel for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do girls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; agree to go out with me when they're not even interested?!  What is it about the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you want to go out sometime?"&lt;/span&gt; that they don't understand?  If anything, I would think that phrase would be a bit too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt;, but apparently not.  I've been led on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so many times&lt;/span&gt; by girls who either didn't have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; to understand I was interested, or didn't have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spine&lt;/span&gt; to admit that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they weren't&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if a guy asks you to do something with him, just ask yourself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What are his intentions?"&lt;/span&gt;  If you just wake up &amp;amp; read obvious social cues, you should be able to figure it out.  And if you really can't tell by asking yourself, ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;!  Second, there's a difference between "turning a guy down" and "rejecting" a guy.  Rejection is if he asks you out, &amp;amp; you say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;"  That's harsh, &amp;amp; the only guys who deserve that are the total creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no "ideal" way to turn a guy down, but the "best" way has 3 parts:  Compliment, "but", &amp;amp; Turn-Down.  Start off by saying something like "you're a great guy" or "you're a good" friend, or even "thank you" or "I'm flattered".  Then say "but", and finish with "I think we should just be friends".  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like that&lt;/span&gt;.  It's sensitive to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; feelings, and honest about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.  If it's a guy who's not taking a hint, you could be a little more direct by alternately ending with "I just don't feel that way about you".  And if it's someone you don't know very well, or that you're probably not going to see or run into again soon, you could end with "I actually have a boyfriend."  It may not be honest, but at least you're not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leading him on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to is this:  If guys have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spine&lt;/span&gt; to be honest about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; feelings, the least you can do is have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spine&lt;/span&gt; to be honest about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A woman is a creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That has always been strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just when you're sure of one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You find she's gone and made a change"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-1536345704087943632?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1536345704087943632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=1536345704087943632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/1536345704087943632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/1536345704087943632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-drama-part-1-spinelessness.html' title='Girl Drama, Part 1:  Spinelessness'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-4700375816888882858</id><published>2008-09-17T16:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:56:04.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Mind, Part 2:  The Psychology of Shame</title><content type='html'>Part 2 of a 2-part post about my feelings on Psychology, Shame, Emotion, &amp;amp; the Human Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame is an interesting concept, but it's often thought of in a very negative way.  What particularly comes to mind is a lot of Religious Culture.  Far too many Christian groups act as if we're all horrible sinners, and we should feel good about feeling bad about it.  Then they turn around and act as if it's sinful to be too happy in life, because we need to feel bad about how sinful we are.  They basically say that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's good to feel bad, and bad to feel good!&lt;/span&gt;  What a horribly confusing, self-defeating, self-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shaming&lt;/span&gt; philosophy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the concept of Shame is very different from what most people are used to---and very important to understand.  And it's the central theme of what I'm convinced is the way Psychology works.  I learned about it from a book a friend recommended to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Healing the Shame that Binds You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  by John Bradshaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost always equate Shame with Guilt, but that's not quite right.  Shame originally had another meaning, which some other languages still have, but which has been lost in modern English.  In short, Shame is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"a sense of one's own limitations and boundaries"&lt;/span&gt;.  Guilt is Moral Shame---feelings we get when we transgress our moral boundaries.  Embarrassment is Social Shame---feelings we get when we find ourselves in a social situation that we're not prepared to handle.  Fear of Death is Mortal Shame---feelings we get when we're confronted with something that could hurt or kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more examples, but this should give you the basic idea.  Shame lets us know that we're not immortal, all-powerful, all capable, or all-knowing.  It lets us know that there are consequences to all our actions, whether physical, mental, emotional, moral, or social.  It's a central and defining part of our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humanity&lt;/span&gt;.  It's the perspective from which we all view &amp;amp; interpret the world around us, and decide how to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common diagram used in Psychology shows 3 concentric circles:  The inner-most one is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ego"&lt;/span&gt;.  In psychological terms, this doesn't mean "being full of yourself", but rather one's own "central sense of self".  Everyone has an Ego, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloated&lt;/span&gt; Egos that are bad.  The middle circle is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Feelings"&lt;/span&gt;, and the outer circle is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Behavior&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Our Ego (sense of self) affects how we emotionally react to and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; about things, and our Feelings affect how we choose to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behave&lt;/span&gt;.  Behavior is the only thing others can really see, but merely treating Behavior is only treating a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;symptom&lt;/span&gt;.  Even treating Feelings isn't enough---you have to go to the core of what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;causes&lt;/span&gt; those Feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shamed"&lt;/span&gt; throughout our lives.  Sometimes others Shame us, buy telling us that we're stupid, weak, or no good.  Sometimes we're Shamed by our own consciences, because of things we're doing that we know are wrong.  And sometimes we Shame ourselves, by unfairly comparing ourselves to others.  I think everyone is Shamed in all of these ways, at least a little, at some point in their lives.  But when someone is shamed a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;, and they dwell on that Shame too much, they do something very destructive:  They make their Shame their Ego---they make their sense of Imperfection their sense of Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when Shame becomes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toxic&lt;/span&gt;.  Everyone needs a healthy sense of Shame, but when people make their Shame their Ego, they basically say inside themselves "I am flawed and defected as a human being."  Healthy Shame says "I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; something bad", but Toxic Shame says "I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; bad."  Healthy Shame says "I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; a mistake", but Toxic Shame says "I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a mistake."  There's so much more in this book than I could explain in one Blog post, but it shows how this concept of Toxic Shame is the basis for so many common emotional problems, from simple self-consciousness to raging neuroses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this book.  Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is how Psychology works&lt;/span&gt;.  I know because I've seen it---in my own life, and in the lives of everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Seek knowledge and you will find evil.&lt;br /&gt;Seek  wisdom and  you will find knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Seek truth and you will find wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Seek love and you will find truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-4700375816888882858?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4700375816888882858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=4700375816888882858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4700375816888882858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4700375816888882858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/09/human-mind-part-2-psychology-of-shame.html' title='Human Mind, Part 2:  The Psychology of Shame'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-4645176916239310494</id><published>2008-09-14T16:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:33:24.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Mind, Part 1:  The Shame of Psychology</title><content type='html'>Part 1 of a 2-part post about my feelings on Psychology, Shame, Emotion, &amp;amp; the Human Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology is a very interesting subject, but far too many people these days don't give Psychology or Psychologists very much respect.  I think it's because a lot of Psychologists &amp;amp; their avenues of thought (though not all) are kind of screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud had a lot of great ideas, but also some that were a bit "out there", or at least much more uncommon than he seemed to think.  Too many Psychologists cling to those "extreme" concepts, and entirely base their thinking on them.  Others think that Psychology is nothing more than applied Biology---nothing but neurons, synapses, &amp;amp; electro-chemical impulses.  But that removes any element of heart, spirit, or soul---the truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Psychologists seem to think that because they "understand it all", that they're somehow "above it all", like it doesn't apply to them.  But that just distances them from their clients, and retards their ability to empathize with &amp;amp; help others.  Then there are Psychologists who think that some behaviors &amp;amp; attitudes are perfectly healthy, when in reality they're quite mentally &amp;amp; emotionally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;healthy.  This has little to do with their expertise in their field, but more to do with their own personal views &amp;amp; life values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, far too many people think that Psychologists are just "screwed up", and that anyone who needs a Psychologist is inherently either "screwed up" or "weak" as a person.  But Psychologists who have their heads on straight can be quite effective &amp;amp; helpful.  I've known several people who have been to Therapy, Counseling, or whatever else you want to call it, &amp;amp; benefited greatly.  Psychological Therapy/Counseling is about talking with someone who knows how the mind works, who can help you when you're in over your head.  Sometimes it's having someone to talk with about your problems who won't feel like you're "burdening them".  And sometimes it's just about having someone "safe" to talk to, who won't callously dismiss, judge, or criticize you &amp;amp; your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my own personal views on Psychology.  In the meantime, just try to broaden your minds as to the benefits of Psychological Thought.  Think about just how busy, harsh, confusing, &amp;amp; chaotic our world &amp;amp; society are.  Sometimes people reach their limit.  Sometimes people don't know what to think or feel, or how to handle their own emotions while trying to handle the entirety of life on this rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Insanity in individuals is something rare--but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-4645176916239310494?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4645176916239310494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=4645176916239310494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4645176916239310494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/4645176916239310494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/09/part-1-shame-of-psychology.html' title='Human Mind, Part 1:  The Shame of Psychology'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785344817281216434.post-3063932679212060421</id><published>2008-09-10T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:51:07.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, I finally decided&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; to get a Blog.  I've always had thoughts and feelings that I've wanted to express, aloud or in writing, but I've never had a good&lt;/span&gt; forum or venue in which to do it.  And I'm not exactly Mr. Extrovert, either.  So I thought I'd give the whole "Blog" thing a try.  Not that I have any idea what I'm doing, but hey, I'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of hoping this Blog will sort of "fly below the radar".  I think that's how a lot of people feel about their Blogs.  It's kind of funny...we make Blogs so others can read them, but sometimes we don't want lots of people reading them.  Or just  certain people we don't want (and just who that is often changes).  I guess I'll just have to be a little vague &amp;amp; ambiguous in certain posts, but that pretty much sounds like most blogs I've read ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my posts will probably be kind of dispirited or agitated in nature.  When things are going well, I don't really feel the need to express it.  It's when I'm stressed, frustrated, depressed, or discouraged that I get all pent-up &amp;amp; angsty.  Angst.  I like that word...angst...  Hopefully my Blog won't make me seem too cynical or "Emo".  I'm just jaded with a lot of things, and tired of other people's expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.  Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785344817281216434-3063932679212060421?l=klaamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3063932679212060421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785344817281216434&amp;postID=3063932679212060421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3063932679212060421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785344817281216434/posts/default/3063932679212060421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klaamas.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-begins.html' title='The Blog Begins'/><author><name>K'laamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306072243055496278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rRZ9955v0I/SMiNEdZNVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4g92ZtJ0PU/S220/Doug-Party.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
