Saturday, July 23, 2011

You Asked, I Answered, Part 4

Dear Diary:

Q: What is your biggest pet peeve? What is your most embarrassing moment? What is the most random fact about you?

A: A three part question!!!

Anyway, my biggest pet peeve is when someone disregards another person's time. For instance, I do not like waiting around forever when someone says, "I'll meet you at (insert random time here)."

I do not mind when plans have to be canceled. Hell, I do it, but I always give notice. If I am running late (which is easy to do when you get stuck in traffic around here) I always call, E-mail, or text. I wish some people would have the same courtesy to tell you the truth.

My most embarrassing moment is.....putting a knife through my hand and all the bullshit that happened as a result. I mean, do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to even shower one handed? Thankfully, on occasion, I had someone to help (she was, and still is, a sweetheart, not to mention had a rock hard body).

The most random fact about me? Maybe the fact that I probably own more kitchen stuff than any other heterosexual man on the planet that is not a professional chef? Hell, I don't know.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

You Asked, I Answered, Part 3

Dear Diary:

Q: Where would you recommend someone to go on vacation that you have been and why? If you could go anywhere you haven't already been and cost wasn't a factor, where would you go?

A: I guess it really depends on whether or not you are vacationing alone, or with someone. Also, it depends on what type of person you are and what you enjoy.

If you are a foodie, then I would recommend going to Seattle. I went to Seattle a few years ago. And even though it was pretty much raining the entire time I was there, I really enjoyed it. Walking around Pike Place Market was a lot of fun, and there are great little places to grab a bite to eat. While I was there, I actually tried sushi for the first time, and my love for it was born. I figured if I was going to try it, I might as well try it there. It was a great decision.

I also had dinner at Etta's, a Tom Douglas restaurant, can can easily say that I had one of the top 3 meals I have ever had in my entire life there. I had salmon, and it was absofuckinglutely amazing.

The City is also very walkable, which is a bonus if you are traveling alone.

If you are going with someone, I would say go to Key West. Key West is a lot of fun, and the fact you can walk around with a cold beer in your hand is well, pretty fucking sweet if you ask me. And the city itself is beautiful, with a lot of old homes and historical places to see. Not to mention, the weather is pretty damn near perfect.

I want to go back there at some point, but with other people, so that I can really enjoy the laid back atmosphere and do some deep sea and sport fishing.

Now, if cost were not a factor, and I could go anywhere, I would go to Greece. No question about it. I figure I would spend a couple days in Athens, exploring the ruins and stuff like that, and then take a cruise around the islands, with the final destination being Santorini, where I would spend a few days, renting a villa with a private pool, on the cliffs.

If I would do it right, it would cost a fortune, but it is one thing I am promising myself to do before I die.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

You Asked, I Answered, Part 2

Dear Diary:

Q: What is the scariest thing that's ever happened to you? What's a weird nickname somebody's given you and why?

A: Since this is a two part question, let me go ahead and answer the second one first, since the answer to the second question is shorter than the answer to the first.

Anyway, no one really has given me a weird nickname. There have been variations of my first name, as well as nicknames that evoke a sense of where I grew up. However, if I were to tell you what some of them were, then I would leave a clue as to my real identity. And for reasons that I mine and mine alone, I am very protective of that in this particular space. So those that know me know me, and those that do not, can choose to.

Now, as for the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, that one is easy. It was when a woman I loved at one point in m life told me that she wasn't in love with me anymore and told me she wanted a divorce. I have never felt so alone, lost, and confused in my life, and hope to never feel that way again. I just did not understand it, and for me, someone who's life revolves around his ability to have a firm grasp on situations and be able to understand things quickly, I was scared shitless.

Sorry if you were hoping for something dangerous.

Friday, July 8, 2011

You Asked, I Answered, Part 1

Dear Diary:

For starters, this will be the first of a series where I answer the questions you have asked me. If you have more questions, feel free to email me directly. My contact info is located here. And here we go!

Q: I want to know how you cope with it, because my life is equally boring and I can barely deal with it any more.

A: Coping is a relative term. I prefer to call it living.

Now, living is also a relative term, aside from the whole biologically viable part, such as having a beating heart. But I know that isn't what you meant.

Now, there are those who consider living to be chock full of excitement. You can agree with that or disagree with that, but in all honesty, there is no set definition of what it means to be living, other than the whole heart beating thing.

For me, I like to accomplish things. I like to see things get done. I like the fact that I am having my house painted. I like the fact that I can go out and hang out with friends. I like working on my garden. Some may think that is boring, but to them, I say, "I really do not give a fuck what you think, it's my life."

I do what I want, when i want to do it. If I want to do laundry on a Friday night so that I can bank money and then do something extravagant later, that is my decision. And I think that is what it really boils down to. Making a decision and being content with it.

To me, the whole concept of "coping" means that I am substituting an artificial "something" and not being true to myself. Some people choose alcohol, drugs, adrenaline, etc., etc. There was a stage after my divorce when I was coping, but I am not coping anymore.

Now, I just make a decision that I am content with, and live with whichever outcome happens.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Hitting The Wall

Dear Diary,

My life is so boring, I have no idea what to write about these days. So, ask me something. I will answer anything (well, for the most part).

What do you want to know?