A free-thinker with an analytical bent.
A seminary grad turned agnostic.
An over-educated under-achiever.
A geek/nerd/dork; I have no interest in debating which one applies.
And a misfit of epic proportions.
My favorite topics include culture, literature, religion and sexuality.
My favorite activities include writing, reading, boozing and . . . sexuality (can I put that twice?)
It’s hard not to hate – people, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate is the only thing that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man: tears him apart, turns him into something he’s not — something he promised himself he’d never become.
That’s what I need to tell you, to let you know how hard I’m trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act, what I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions, racing to solutions, miles ahead of my brain.
When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life, I have no future. All I have is distraction and remorse.
I buried my best friend three days ago, and as cliché as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box – a part I barely knew, a part I’ll never see again. Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look at what’s inside. You’re the one who determines if it’s a gift or a coffin.”
Jax Teller, “Orca Shrugged”, Sons of Anarchy (Se05.Ep05)
When comments are better than the article, Atlantic edition (“The Cheapest Generation: Why Millennials arent’ buying cars or houses, and what that means for the economy”)
Every time someone says we’re a lazy and entitled generation I’m going to show them this
They should be happy most of us haven’t moved to the moon yet
That actually sounds like a good idea at this point