Recycling

I'll say it, you thought it. Recycling sucks. I don't care if you consider yourself green as a leprechaun, recycling straight sucks. It doesn't really do much nor work. I'll follow my bro Tim's idea and make a quick list:

1) Wastes Time
2) Doesn't work
3) Doesn't look cool
4) Wastes energy
5) It's pompous

Wastes energy you say? Yes, I said it. Ever think about how much more resources are used in actually processing these plastics or items that we deem necessary for another human to use? That's also where the pompous category ties in. Who am I to think I'm so high and mighty that some other joe shmoe is going to want to wipe his face with my previously dirty napkin? Not recyclable you say, I don't care. The only good thing that comes out of recycling is it gives me a little variety of where to throw my trash. Not to mention that satisfaction I get knowing that in my very own special way I'm sticking it to the man.....hard.

Time to Grow Up

I don't know how many people can relate to this, but recently the quarter here at the wonderful University of Washington has started and the campus is being flooded with freshmen. I was doing what I do every quarter and traveled over to the university bookstore to scout out prices for the textbooks I need. The place was creepy crawling with freshmen, but one caught my eye. It was this poor freshmen book shopping with his mother who had what appeared to be the largest smile I have ever seen on another human being. He on the other hand, had no such smile. But more of an awkward shameful grin with full knowledge his dear mother was kicking him off to college in the worst way possible. To further paint this picture for you, I would not have been surprised if she held his hand to guide him through the confusing aisles of textbooks. It was bad my friends. Real bad. I asked myself the question, why would you ever bring your mom along on such an errand. Whats next? Having your mom tell the lady cutting your hair at supercuts the style you prefer? Having her order your diet coke at Red Robin? If there was ever a time to draw the line in the stand, college is the time. Your setting yourself up for failure my friend. Failure.

Who Decides on Traffic Etiquette Anyways

If you were to ask me three words to describe myself, I would more often than not land on: gentle, fragile, and sensitive. However, in the context of driving those three adjectives no longer apply. This tranquil spirit turns more into some sort of rabid raccoon, at least emotionally....with only one antidote....the courtesy wave. Ever been on the road? Ever been cut off? Both dangerous driving maneuvers that normally instill fear in the hearts most inexperienced drivers, but the funny part of it, if given the courtesy wave its as if I was just given a small tickle by my best friend. I don't know why I feel that, but I do every time. As far as I'm concerned, you could rear end me going 60mph, but throw up that courtesy wave, I won't even hesitate. I'll immediately understand no harm was meant, and its all good in the hood. The power of the courtesy wave is highly underestimated by most drivers on the road. If implemented correctly, I suggest that all road rage could potentially be eliminated. No need for it. Because the few times I have experienced the worst of my driving incidents have occurred when I was waiting a stop sign and some jerko California rolled on me with no wave. Or when letting a mother cross the street holding a small child forcing me to stop on a yellow light like I normally don't, with no wave of appreciation from her or her child. This is a weird world we live in my friends a weird world. The wave is almost a secret sign saying "Hey, I'm on your team. We're on this road called life together. I get your back. I'll never leave you." That's all I want. Just someone whose got my back. The ultimate form of unconditional love. The courtesy wave. Stay thirsty my friends. Don't be afraid to throw it up.

The Beggining of Something New

Dear Blog:

Before beginning the start of this new journey I call my blog, you may be wondering...why? Every day things happen, big things, little things, small things. Things that I need to write about. Is this blog going to be insightful? no. Is this blog going to be useful? Definitely not. Are you going to enjoy reading this blog? Again probably not. But is this blog going to happen anyways? Yoouu betttaaa believe it babbbaayy!!!

Here's a thought. Today I was sitting down, catching up on an ol' Disney flick, beauty and the beast, no big deal, and me and some friends were eating cake. Now already 95% of people are wondering why are we eating cake. Which is the problem with cake, it can not be leisurely enjoyed with some amount of judgment being drawn. The pie family also has the same phenomenon IE: Apple Pie, Pecan Pie, Blueberry Pie, Pecan Pie, etc. I finish my first piece of cake, my friend than decides he would like one more piece of cake. He asked me if I'd like one, me being a man who can not turn down a piece of cake, said yes of course. He returns with on my plate appears to be half of the cake, and on his a small sliver. This got me thinking. What does that say about a person, when someone gets you a piece of cake and thinks to himself, you know what this guy could really use approximately half of this whole freakin cake. Does that mean I just really give off the vibe of loving cake? No one wants to give off that vibe....no one.....