Thursday, April 28, 2011

Blocked Up

Dear Diary:

If you want to know something, or want me to write about something, ask me a question. If you prefer, feel free to E-mail me the question.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

In Defense Of Sensibly Boring

Dear Diary:

I was born on the East Coast. Even though I moved around a lot growing up, I have always maintained an East Coast mentality. And now living on the East Coast, I savor the fast pace of life in general. I rather enjoy the fact that time seems to move quickly, even though it is limited.

There are two types of people who live on the East Coast in my opinion. Those who relax from the face pace of life by increasing that pace to blow off steam, and those who spend their down time working on other projects.

I was having a conversation with a friend of mine the other day and we were talking about what each of us did this past weekend. Her weekend included multiple parties, sporting events, and the like. Mine included cleaning the house, cutting my grass, and getting a planter bed ready for the garden I intend on starting. And of course she said what I did wasn't fun.

Or was it?

To me, it was fun. I took great pride in being able to cut grass where none existed 6 months ago. I took great pride in being able to look at a lawn that was the result 15 bags of compost, a pickaxe, some seed, fertilizer, and patience. I mean why spend a couple thousand dollars on having a landscape company come out and do the work when I can do it myself for about $200? And to me, sweating my ass off outside while working on my lawn was completely relaxing. One may think that is boring, but not I. And find me someone who does not cherish the smell of fresh cut grass in a city and I will show you someone who is quite frankly a waste of space.

So, to some, maybe I am considered boring. To some others, I am considered sensible. So, let's go with sensibly boring.

And you know what? There is nothing wrong with that whatsoever. There is nothing wrong with not having an insatiable need to be everywhere, be seen by everyone, and mix and mingle and meet new people every single second of every single day. There is nothing wrong with getting some work done, even when you could be doing something else. There is nothing wrong with preferring to go out in small groups to quite places with good beer and a calm atmosphere as opposed to a loud club with overpriced weak ass drinks made with shitty booze.

And most importantly I think, especially these days, is that there is nothing wrong with being frugal and saving money so that one can do the things one wants to do as opposed to needlessly spending money on things that have no value or real meaning. (Now you may be thinking, "But, didn't you just get a new car?" And I would say yes, but there was meaning behind it. It wasn't acquired just for the hell of it)

Just my two cents anyway.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Solitary

Dear Diary:

For the last few months I have accepted the fact that I may very well be alone the rest of my life, and by alone I mean without being in a romantic relationship.

I have accepted that.

Now accepting something and being happy with that reality are two very, very different things.

Case in point: I can accept the fact that the Red Sox started off the season 0-6 and very well may not win the World Series. I can accept that. That doesn't mean that it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Far from it.

I think there comes a point where after a failed marriage, failed dating, failed short-lived relationships, more failed dating, that well, maybe I should just take a hint.

And that is fine. Well, it isn't fucking fine, but it is life. And if that means I do not get to love someone and have her love me back, and feel it, and wake up next to her, and be a dad, and all that shit, then well ok.

I can accept that.

But that doesn't mean that I will necessarily live a happy life. Content probably. Happy, probably not.