If I Inherited a Fortune...

I have been very blessed in life, I've never gone without anything that I've needed (I have so many things that I absolutely don't need). I've never truly known what it means to be hungry or to suffer financially. However I'm going to have to work for things in life, because I definitely won't be inheriting a fortune from any of my relatives. I used to be the guy who wanted the white picket fence, 401 K, a trophy wife, and 2.5 kids (I still don't understand how that's possible). As I've gotten older I still want all that, but I've found that I don't want to settle down and have kids just yet. One day, I don't know how long from now, I want to do a lot of travelling (across the US and other countries) with my soulmate (who knows I might not ever find her). Whatever happens with my life, I just know that I won't have to have a lot of money to be happy. Don't get me wrong, I want to have money (I'm not greedy but I have to eat), but I just don't see myself making a fortune. I'll just see how life turns out, only God and time (but mostly God) will tell.

Fear As a Relative Term (Part 2)

We started calling out the man's name, but there was no answer. So we all ran back inside where there was light, and presumably we would all be safe there, but on the way back to our rooms (thinking that maybe the missing man had returned during our abscence) we saw the dark figure running down the giant flight of stairs next to us. This all happened so fast that, even in the light, we couldn't tell who (or what) ran down the stairs. We ran back to our rooms where we finally thought we were safe. After an hour or so of sitting in the light, too afraid to turn them off or go to sleep, fearing that we may be murdered in our vulnerable state. We finally settled down to sleep and we turned off all the lights, still afraid and slightly on edge. This is when we started hearing noises in the darkness, and one boy claimed that it was coming from under his bed. When he flashed his flashlight under the bed, the missing man jumped out and scared the living daylights out of every kid in the room. 

Fear As a Relative Term

"Fear" really is a relative term because what scares me might not scare other people. What I am afraid of has drastically changed over the years, but when I think about "fear", one particular instance in my life comes to mind. When I was like 8 or 9, my uncle and aunt invited me to go to a kids' camp retreat with their church. My uncle was the pastor of this church, so he knew everyone going and he was somewhat in charge of the whole thing. On the first night there, my uncle and the other adult men told all the guys about a killer who died at the camp years ago. Of course they tried to creep us out by saying that if you stayed up at night you could see him walking around the camp. As creepy as all of this was, none of us really thought anything of it until people started disappearing. I believe it was one of the adults who disappeared first, and so naturally my uncle said the we should go looking for him. We went outside, when it was completely dark, and started looking for him. This was so long ago so I'm really fuzzy on the details, but I think this was when we saw a dark figure running past us. Naturally we all screamed like little girls, and this is when we began to doubt our sanity. Was it the man we were looking for, or was it the man who died so many years ago?

Bad Guy or Good Guy

My experience with (many) women has been that they say they want a "good guy", but they go for the "bad guys". I don't want to group all of them into one category, because I've met many girls who really do want a good guy, but sometimes you can't really tell what kind of girl they are until you've spent time around them for a while. I have a 14 year old sister who looks like she's 16 or 17, so recently she's had many "suitors", many whom she's been interested in. Now from what I've perceived, she doesn't like the guys that I would consider the "good guys". She would argue with this, saying that so and so is a nice person, but she sees him from a female's perspective, and not from a male's perspective (my perspective in this case), so she does not see him the same way that I might. Maybe I think so differently because I don't consider myself a "bad guy". I'm not bragging when I say this because (believe me) I am far from perfect, but I've always tried to be myself instead of trying to be someone different for a girl I'm attracted to, and in many cases this results in me not ending up with her.  

You Are Not Not Entitled To Your Own Opinion

I both agree and disagree with Stokes' statement of "we aren't entitled to our own opinions". I really think it depends on what you're talking about. If one says that every one of us is entitled to all of his/her own opinions, then we must respect each others' opinions and treat everyone's opinions as equally right and valid. Granted, most people use this as an excuse to justify their incorrect or off the wall beliefs/personal convictions, so if one is going to stand by the belief that "we're entitled to our opinions", then he should have valid evidence to back up his claims (whatever they may be). Obviously, even if everyone is entitled to their opinions, someone has to be wrong (most of the time). I can believe that dogs can talk, but just because this is my opinion, obviously dogs cannot talk (stupid example I know but I'm just trying to prove a point). If we are going to stand by the belief that everyone is entitled to their own opinion, we must completely set aside all prejudice against others' beliefs and treat them as equally acceptable opinions as our own.

Social Menial

I can't really compare Facebook with Twitter or anything else because I don't have a twitter, and I can't compare smart phones because I don't have one (I have an old crappy phone). At one time in my life I would have cared about all of this. When I first got a Facebook several years ago I would check it several times a day and always update my status. Ever since they changed Facebook and made it more complicated, (in my opinion) I don't care about it as much and I rarely update my status. I don't have a Twitter because I can't get past the fact that people "follow me", that just sounds creepy to me. Another  reason that Facebook isn't that big to me anymore is that I can't check it whenever I want to. I don't have a smart phone and the phone that I do have doesn't have internet on it. I'm not complaining because I know that this isn't something that I HAVE to have, but if I did have a smart phone I would probably check my Facebook more often so that I could read all the useless crap that people put on there.

Scooping Duty

I lifeguard at the Bell Road YMCA and every day that I work there something weird seems to happen in some way or another. Kids throw up in the pool all the time, and it seems like every time that they do I am the one who has to clean it up. One time this little kid puked in the pool and of course I was the one who had to scoop the chunks out of the water. The little boy's father was extremely apologetic and I told him it was alright and that that just happens sometimes, he couldn't have prevented it. However I didn't really feel like I said about the situation. I was ticked. His vomit had spread all over the kiddie pool and every time I would scoop some out and dump it, I would come back to find more bits to fish out. If I had been assigned with this cleaning task 6/7 years ago I would have been very hesitant. When I was younger, for some reason I was deathly afraid of puke. I can still remember coming home from school one day in the 4th grade, and my sister was sick. When she puked I ran all the way to the other end of the house and locked myself in the back room until I was sure that she wasn't going to do it anymore.