krisis

At work yesterday my co-worker pointed out that i’ll never succeed if i never try. Sure, this seems like the most common sense fact that you’d ever heard, but i don’t think it had ever ocurred to me. We were talking about dating, and how i may or may not occasionally flirt with customers. My co-worker is of the mind that i could easily go out with many of our mid-to-late twenties female customers if i made an advance, but i balked because i haven’t even got dating experience with people my own age. And then he said it.

Why don’t i have dating experience with people my own age? Because i haven’t been able to succeed without trying. The few people i have ever actually approached to ask out fell through for obvious reasons; i’ve simply got to set my sights a bit more effectively and ask a bit more often. At least, that’s we he says…

Well, suffice to say that i passed out cold directly after making my post last night, which would explain the lack of other posts. I was dead tired after work yesterday, where i burnt my right hand something awful. It feels much better today, but i must have run cold water on it for two hours yesterday before the pain lessened. Gotta do some business, but hopefully will be posting all day. Stay tuned.

So, i am more or less a vegetarian. I was one when i was little, up until five or six, when pepperoni pizza and turkey sandwiches became inevitable. I quit meat again over two years ago, and since then i only know of ingesting a bit of chicken broth, one turkey sandwich, and some errant beef chili. Today i had a lapse. I ate a whole bowl of chicken soup at work today, chicken and all. I’ve always said that the point of my vegetarianism was not to deny myself things i wanted but to force myself to eat with variety. Lately that variety has been lacking, and i found myself hungry with yummy soup in front of me. I ate the soup without guilt, because it was tasty and i wanted it. I have yet to decide if this means i’m totally off the wagon in terms of white meat, but i might be ready to accept white meat broths back into my food groups. I’ll keep you updated.

Today’s categories: burning things other than bridges; building a fire in the snow; omnivores are people too; solitary confinement; and x-ray technology. I’ll talk about at least two of them, i promise.

If i keep talking about how much i love movies that i’ve seen i don’t know how long my ‘i hate movies’ stance is going to fly, so i’ll keep this brief. Dogma was pure gold. Jay and Silent Bob were too gimmicky, but you don’t have to be a seminary student to appreciate the humor (bonus points if you knew the Metatron wasn’t some sort of wurlizer). Alanis Morissette was so perfect i can’t even describe; her alternating looks of age and tolerance and playfullness and joy were perfection. Dogma got a little too full of itself from time to time, but even Affleck and Damon managed to pretend like they could act past the buddy syndrome. Lots of fun.