Wednesday, January 21, 2015
I wouldn't call it naivety or obliviousness. Might not even think of it as short-sightedness. Just an inherent vision flaw. I'm not sure what it is, or if I can see it.
What can't I see, if I can't see it?
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
It's still hard to believe. But it's pretty dang awesome. So before I get too deep into my own mind, I'm going to enjoy this for what it was: a thing of beauty enjoyed with my best friend and great company.
Go Bucks :)
Monday, January 12, 2015
Today, they face the team that I had called winning in all several weeks into the season. The Oregon Ducks, who have history against them as the Buckeyes beat them in the 2010 Rose Bowl as 5 point underdogs. This Oregon teams sports the Heisman Trophy winner and just lambasted an undefeated Florida State squad to make it to the title game. It's all or nothing - the game to end all games. Regardless of the outcome, this is a historical matchup, and I truly hope that we can come out on top.
I am grateful to have the chance to watch the game with my best friend and some others. I have so much more to write about from 2014 (already) but I feel that today is a day for preparation and celebration. With that being said, Go Buckeyes!
Friday, January 9, 2015
I hate crying. I hate the feeling of exposure and weakness. Sometimes I will cry simply to force out the bad feelings, but I hate it.
One of the worst things about it is how miserable it makes me feel. In that misery, I am reminded of people who I have made cry in my life. The thought that I could be the cause of those feelings is absolutely debilitating to my soul. How could I ever be such a foul and evil creature?
Even worse is the fact that I still talk to some of these people who I have brought to painful tears. I wonder if they have forgiven me, or have just pushed the pain aside and live with a lingering pain because of me.
I must be the worst person in the world. And all because something else is making me cry.
I feel awful.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
The issue I find myself facing is that writing has been destroyed by the power of the internet. There are still plenty of good writers out there, but the necessity to grab the attention of the readers (or clickers, I suppose) has surpassed the necessity for good articles. It's possible that I am just desensitized by the amount of stupidity that floats around the world these days, but I am rarely "mind blown". My jaw does not often drop. I do not find myself speechless by many things, and I actually know what the word "priceless" means. It's possible that these terms are better suited for high schoolers and college kids (who, I suppose, are the target market for most things in this country), but I simply could not find it within myself to lower myself to such click-baiting ways.
Therefor, my aspirations in writing fine articles find themselves shelved. Perhaps radio and television are still my destiny. As I reach 29, I find that I still have plenty to say and an ample audience to use those words on. There are just some days that I wish for more.
More, more, more.