Life Stories: September 2004 Archives
I've gotta go with the standard blogger excuse for not posting: I've been too busy. For some reason I've decided to take on another side project (buying some rental properties in the South Bay) and it's eating up a lot of time right now. But really, what's in the news other than CBS itself? I don't have much to add to that discussion. However, I do have an interesting idea about John Kerry's little-known fourth purple heart and I'll be posting about that later this evening.
I take a couple of days off and it gets really busy. I'm around, and I haven't forgotten about you all.
Hiya, I just got home from my church's yearly-ish men's ski trip, and I'm pretty tired and sore. In addition to wakeboarding and wakeskating (a wake skate is a wakeboard without foot bindings, basically a skateboard without wheels) we also rode ATVs on the dunes in Pismo Beach, and that beat me up pretty bad. I fell off a few times, ate a bunch of sand, and bounced around for two hours, and I need to get into bed and sleep... so I can go to work tomorrow morning. Yippie!
Anywho... I'm glad to be back. It doesn't look like much interesting happened while I was away except that New Orleans is going to be wiped off the face of the earth. That's too bad -- I've wanted to visit.
I wish I had more to say. I want to write something, but I don't know what. That means I should probably shut up for now and just go to bed.
I've never really felt ugly before, but I do today. I've always known that I'm not particularly attractive, and it's never bothered me very much. When it started to, I lost a bunch of weight and started exercising and working out. I suppose I look a lot better than I ever have before, but apparently it's still not good enough.
And I've always known that, but I'd never really noticed it mattering. I suppose that's because in the cases where it does matter it's normally because of something that doesn't happen: someone doesn't talk to me, for example. It's hard to notice every time someone isn't attracted to me because they don't like they way I look.
But now -- faced with a circumstance in which my appearance has definitely played a detrimental role -- I'm somewhat... discombobulated(?). I've been informed by reliable sources that, contrary to my previous belief, if someone isn't attracted to you right off the bat then they probably never will be. That's unfortunate, because I don't have a lot going for me if you just see me from across a crowded room. I mean, I'm neat and clean and I dress decently, but those are minor details.
Once filed into the "Eh" category, I take it there's no escape. Unlike the movies where the guy is able to win the girl over through kindness, generosity, humor, honesty, and the enthusiastic use of semi-colons, in real life those things are mere bonuses to be tacked on to the handsome appearance that generates the initial attraction.
I feel like I neglected my blogger's duty by not watching President Bush speach live tonight... I TiVoed it. And I'll watch it later. Probably. I've read all the comments around the 'sphere by now though, so there won't be any surprises. Anyway, I have to get to bed soon because tomorrow night I have a not-a-date with this girl who should be totally into me but is apparently a bit reluctant. What's that about? I'm practically perfect in every way. She just doesn't realize it yet.
