My vote is in, and i am home for the night. That’s gotta be the tamest start to a weekend i’ve had so far this year….
Eek, it’s voting time over at SurvivorBlog2. I’ve only had to vote once so far, because up until now my team had won all but one Immunity Challenge, which exempted us from voting. My first vote was easy … there was one person on my team who i just wasn’t as partial to as the rest. However, this vote is a free-for-all, and i hardly know what to do. I could vote strategically to try to pile up the votes against a single other player, or i could play defensively and vote against someone who probably won’t be kicked off, or i could just be random about it. I admit that having just seen my first episode of Survivor i feel as though i’m at a loss for what to do. What i did do was decide why i wasn’t voting for everyone else. Now i just have to examine those reason to see which is the least pressing. Ack, i hate this.
Hmm, someone just searched for “krisis” on google to find this page. Generally that’s a rather deliberate way to locate my page, since all of my email addresses and messaging aliases involve the word “krisis.”
I just can’t hide, can i?
Ha! Amazon.com put up a product page for DeanCamen’s IT product, even though no one seems to have any firmly rooted idea of what it is. Or, at least, no one who can say anything about it. While this move by Amazon.com seems fun and lighthearted, its cuteness is compromised by the fact that Jeff Bezos (Amazon bigwig) is one of IT’s major proponents and backers. Is this yet another inside move to publicize the so called Ginger device while still withholding information from the public? It seems a bit suspicious to me…
I’ve always wanted to date someone with their own life, and their own problems and issues. Thinking about some of the people i’ve really crushed upon in the last few years, i don’t know if any of them had enough issues for me. It’s not as though i want to find someone with problems so i can solve them, or feel better about myself, but i think i tend to reduce myself to a much more boring person when i’m faced with someone who is extremely “normal.” And boring isn’t attractive.
Of course, liking someone with issues is a challenge unto itself. You immediately volunteer yourself, either as an answer or a crutch or a balm. Remove yourself from the situation and its like ripping the scab off of a fresh wound – everything looks even bloodier and worse than it did before you arrived on the scene.
I’m an optimist, and i like to think that there’s a middle ground. Isn’t knowing someone really cares about you enough of a crutch when you’re depressed? I always thought it would be, but maybe it was just an illusion. If that’s the case, maybe i should go back to liking boring girls, because i don’t know if i’m ready to play the daily role of a fix to someone’s addictions.
Wow, i really mixed some metaphors in there, didn’t i?
I never blog from my girlfriend’s place, so she has no idea where my page is (though it’s rather easy to find via search engines). While this means less updates for the page, it also means i can bitch about her without fear of retribution :p … not that i fear retribution or anything, but god knows i’ve had issues with not being able to talk about my friends before because they snoop around, so i like the separation i’ve managed to establish.
Okay, so, as you might have gathered, i go over to her place a lot. A lot. There has only been a single day in the last 3 weeks where we saw absolutely nothing of each other. I’m fine with this, because i really don’t mind being intense or clingy or any of that stuff, but sometimes i just want to sit here. I like to sit here. My computer is here. my music is here. My bass is here.
This is apparently a problem, because she has fixed it in her head that i’m coming over when i’m obviously sitting here with a horrible head cold just wanting to ache all by my lonesome. I am a highly rational person, and as such i expect to not want to be near other people when i’m sick – because i don’t want to infect them and because i feel slimy. So, i am staying here.
In case you were wondering, my declaration of staying here caught me a lot of shit because she’s sicker and wants me to keep her company, but she needs to learn how to deal with that. While i would love to be with her 24/7 every day, i would also like to live my own life 24/7 every day, and i can’t totally sacrifice one for the other so they’ll have to find a middle ground. Maybe i’m supposed to give up the comfort of my own apartment so i can be trapped in her tiny dorm room every night, and maybe the fact that i don’t want to do that makes me less mature than she thought i was. Or, maybe she’s supposed to compromise and come here every so often. What i do know is that I am not a child’s toy that can be possessed, and sometimes i like to sleep in my own damned bed.
And that’s as much as you’re gonna hear about my girlfriend for a while.