Sometimes I really have no clue what to write about. I’m not nearly as interesting as people who read this probably think. Today I got up at 7, went to work, got back at 5, slept for 2 hours, went to the gym for an hour, watched 24 and here I am. No good stories, no alcohol, no entertainment. This is my life 4 days a week. These weekday entries tend to be me complaining about life, people, and ways to improve society. This entry is going to be lengthy because I literally have nothing better to do. I almost feel like I’m back in school writing a paper for class that needs to be finished by tonight. If you have a blog and you want people to read it, you have to update it. This post is going to be about me. Look at it like I’m the patient and you, the reader, is the therapist. I suggest you stop now if you don’t want to be bothered by my life philosophy’s.

What I do offer through this blog is honesty. I don’t always know who’s out there reading this material, the more I think about it the more it creeps me out, but everything contained through this medium is the real me. People like knowing these stupid, personal things because it makes the blog real. You can identify to me and why I do things I do or why I think that way about certain things, and then you apply that to your own thought process. You don’t need to know that I have 4 sticks of deodorant on my desk. No, I don’t smell but when the stick starts getting low I feel like it’s been used for too long and it grosses me out, but I don’t want to throw it away. I have 3 hands soaps in my bathroom. I open up tons of waters and don’t finish them. They are all over and almost undoubtedly mine. I like using plastic silverware and paper plates because I don’t have to wash them afterward. I know one way to do laundry and it’s put all my dirty clothes in (colors and whites), put the setting on full load and cold water and off it goes. I can’t understand why at the gym when there are two water fountains next to each other, that some people will wait till a person in front of them is finished instead of using the open fountain. I think the gift card is the worst present ever, give me straight cash so I don’t have to worry about it expiring. Get to the point Tom.

Point is I go into conversations with people knowing all these little details that make me tick. I could sit down with someone and they can already have me all figured out. Why does this matter? If you read the post yesterday and my take on the objective of weekends, girls who read this blog know what I’m going after and they have the opportunity to plan ahead for the destructive force of myself. I am a train wreck on weekends and this blog documents it. Any girl who reads this knows beforehand what she’d be stepping into if I made any moves on her.

Am I blowing this out of proportion? Absolutely. I have no idea the amount of girls who read this that I’m not really in touch with. I would assume it’s minimal. So it pretty much leaves me with trying to meet random girls at bars. Thing is, this doesn’t really bother me at all. The idea of a girlfriend is so foreign to me because I really don’t want to be restrained in a relationship. Sure it would be nice to have someone to go out to dinner with and spend time but isn’t this just essentially paying for sex? Dinner, movies, presents.. I could get a working girl, get the sex, and not have to worry about the headache. If I go to the bar I don’t want to be confined to one girl without the ability to entertain the idea of others. I also want to note that I can’t take all the credit behind this philosophy as I had some guidance in coming up with this. I’m not as bad a guy as the above idea would make you think I am. I’m not ready to stop living it up, not quite yet. I figure I only have a couple of more years before this philosophy has to be altered and it’s time to grow up. I get this feeling that girls have this idea of meeting a nice guy and settling down and starting a family. I am in no way responsible enough for this and the fact that I acknowledge it and continue only to worry about myself, must hold some value (essentially not messing around with a females well being). The guy who gets a girl pregnant young, marries them, has no means of income and no plan, is not me. I’d rather do whatever I want for a while longer and when the time comes I’ll switch gears.

I’ve taken this next quote from another blog but I just want to point out another interesting take. “Just to be clear, not getting married isn’t a problem, getting married is. Most people, due to fears of dying alone, will marry some jackass because they think nothing better will come along. They’re usually right.”

I wouldn’t want to put girls through the crazy shit I’m capable of on weekend drunkenness. There are probably girls out there that would be more than happy to go out with me (this sounds arrogant but there are lot of girls on this planet) but I am doing them the favor. There is absolutely no chance of any form of relationship if I continue to act this way. Great thing is, I don’t have a relationship and I really can act this way. I’m potentially harming my friendships by going wild and then using the excuse I have no clue what I was doing and I really can’t remember anything. But a night of playing board games sober compared to throwing chairs across the room is like night and day.

Ok, Doc, that’s about the full hour. How fucked am I?