I am a hopeless romantic (with emphasis on the word “hopeless”), but I have always been dumbfounded by this idea that each of us has a soul mate. As much as I would love to believe such childish nonsense, the logic simply does not pan out. To believe there is one person, out of an estimated seven billion people, that is destined for us is, to borrow from The Princess Bride, “inconceivable.” The reality is, we choose our partners based on what is available to us. Sometimes we choose wisely and that person becomes our soul mate; sometimes we choose poorly.
Do I believe that some couples are too quick to throw in the proverbial towel? Of course. Relationships require a lot of work to maintain. Those that would abandon ship at the first sign of rough seas are probably not ready to be in a relationship. That being said, I also believe that many choose to stay in unhealthy relationships out of fear of being alone.
This is getting ridiculous! Brianne Altice, the Utah “teacher with benefits” is facing more felony charges after one of her students revealed the two had sex AFTER her initial arrest for rape charges.
Okay, I get it. Every red-blooded male who remembers his depraved adolescence has probably been “hot for teacher” at least once. That’s why there’s such a blatant double standard in these cases. However, to allow a legal loophole for blonde, Barbie-looking hotness would undermine the rule of law. Moreover, if you allow attractive teachers to get away with banging jailbait, the ugly ones that get caught doing the same thing would claim their prosecution was unfair.
The head and the heart are in a constant game of tug-of-war. When you follow your heart, sometimes you get hurt. Unfortunately, as I have learned, when you let your head take the lead, sometimes you end up hurting worse. That’s all I have to say about that.
Ever since songs have had lyrics, people have been mishearing them. Whether the lyrics are misheard by mistake or on purpose, the result is usually complete and utter nonsense. “Kabouter Plop” is a Belgian children’s television series. The song is called “Er Zit Een Gat In Mijn Dak,” which translates to “There Is A Hole In My Roof.” Here’s what happens when you make a phonetic transcription of a language you don’t understand.
The embedded video and links below might be considered NSFW, so use discretion when you click.
For other examples of phonetic transcriptions gone crazy, see “Crazy Indian Video” and “French Erotic Film.”
There is an old proverb that says, “Home is where the heart is.” If that is true, then I do not have a home. What I have, to quote the comedian George Carlin, is “a place for my stuff.” That’s what my apartment feels like: a place for my stuff.
It is disturbing when the house you grew up in no longer feels like home. It is the same physical building, but everything about the interior has changed. When I step inside, it feels like I am walking into someone else’s home. I am.
My mother passed away in 2007. The home I grew up in now belongs to my father’s new wife. (Note: I mean this figuratively, not literally or legally). Don’t get me wrong. I am happy that my father has someone new in his life. I genuinely like his new wife and I get along fairly well with her family. Still, I cannot help but feel like a proverbial third wheel when I spend certain holidays at home.
These days, the only time I really feel “at home” is when I visit with my family in Oceanside at Christmastime. If I didn’t have any emotional ties to where I am, I would consider moving down there and start a new life for myself.
The winter always brings feelings of nostalgia; and this winter is no exception. I have fond memories of my youth. The first fifteen years of my life, to borrow from Charles Dickens, were “the best of times.” Of course, all good things must come to an end. We all get caught up in changing times as we enter adulthood and leave the past behind. Then, as we get older, nostalgia wreaks havoc on our peace of mind. As much as we may want to turn back the hands of time, we can’t.
I am reminded of bonus track from Barry Manilow’s 1976 “This One’s For You.” I believe the song illustrates this sentiment perfectly.
I am not in the habit of making New Year’s resolutions. However, I have made three this year.
I am going to pay off the remainder of my car loan. This should not be terribly difficult. All I have to do is call the bank and get it done.
I am going to buy a house. I have been renting an apartment for about four years and, at nearly $1000 each month in rent, that is a lot of money has has gone down the proverbial drain. I know nothing about home-buying, unfortunately. This may prove to be a daunting task. There are so many questions. Foremost on my mind is: Is it better to take out a loan or pay cash? I have enough in savings to buy a home. I do not like the idea of being in debt. I am completely debt free except for my car loan and I would prefer to stay that way. This is something I will have to think long and hard about.
Finally, for better or for worse, I am going to make a more conscious effort to keep in touch with those I care about. I have lost touch with a good number of friends in my travels. Yes, I have made some new friends along the way, but I still have emotional ties with a select few from my youth. Thankfully, through Facebook and other social media sites, I have been able to reconnect with most.