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I Have Been and Shall Always Be Your Fan… a Star Trek Blog Post!

A long and wild journey that I decided to undertake a few years ago has finally started to see it’s time of completion.  I’ve always been a trekkie, but never had I watched the series chronologically until I decided to do it shortly after finally subscribing to Netflix a few years ago.  I didn’t think it would be this wild of a task, but after more than 700 (yes SEVEN HUNDRED) plus episodes and films; I am two films away from finally getting to Star Trek Discovery on CBS All Access.  It feels so weird, but so beautiful at the same time.  I had seen Star Trek Enterprise before, but not in order and not all of the episodes.  It was awesome to see the beginnings of human spaceflight after only imagining it after watching the film Star Trek First Contact years prior.  It was great to watch The Original Series and see the first 6 films in greater context as well.  The Next Generation was also a great watch to see the progression of these characters and to finally see the Enterprise-D in all of its glory in 1080p HD was awesome once I got to the first TNG film.  She finally got the look she deserved, only to meet her end on Viridian III.  Seeing the progression of the Starfleet uniforms was also a treat to see.  It was only after watching the entirety of the 7 seasons of TNG did I realize how rushed Star Trek Generations felt like to me now.  If you ever notice, the uniforms of the crew are all mismatched.  Some crew members are wearing a previous version of the Starfleet uniform, while others were wearing the newest.  It was so off-putting, and if it wasn’t for me being fresh off the series, I wouldn’t have caught it.  Well, actually I didn’t the first few times I watched it, until I did so again during my chronological journey.

I had hardly watched an episode of Deep Space Nine previous to this adventure, so seeing those 7 seasons unfold was another thing of beauty for me.  Deep Space Nine was the only series to have made me really cry and feel so deeply thanks to an episode where Benjamin Sisko (the main character of the show) gets lost in space time and shows up at different points in time in his son’s life.  The emotions by both characters were so real to me that near the end of the episode I was crying.  I’m sure I blogged about it previously, but that just shows you what a great series this was.  I’m sad that we really don’t know what happened to any of these characters.

As for Star Trek Voyager, what can I say?  I had seen handful of episodes beforehand as well but never really set the time aside to see the series.  I was also not disappointed in the series and the characters.  The creators took a great and bold step by setting the series in a previously unexplored quadrant of our galaxy.  I will admit, however, that season 7 was really rough towards the end, and the end of the series should have lasted at the very least 3 more episodes to really wrap the story up, but oh well.  Seeing the then admiral Janeway give Captain Picard instructions to go to Romulus in the last Star Trek film of the original cannon, Star Trek Nemesis was just ok enough to let me know that things ended up ok for the crew after their 7 year journey in the unknown.

Speaking of that last film, by all accounts, it was a mess and a horror to work on.  The director didn’t even like Star Trek The Next Generation, hadn’t seen any episodes of the show or any previous film, and didn’t even know the characters.  The writing of the film likewise sucked.  It was a sad movie to end the journey.  I’m glad to know that we’re going back to the prime timeline when Star Trek Picard premieres in January, though.  I hope to get episodes to tell us viewers of what happened to the crew of Voyager, what’s happened to Captain Sisko of Deep Space Nine?  Did he ever go back to his wife and the child she was carrying before he left to be with the prophets?  What’s happened with the Bajorans and the Cardassians?  Did they keep the peace?  Is Bajor now part of the Federation?  Have the Cardassians finally given up their crazy ideas of Alpha Quadrant supremacy and possibly even joined The United Federation of Planets themselves?  How is the rebuilding of Cardassia Prime going?  What about Garak?  Did he lead his people through all of it considering that he was a major player in freeing his people from the grips of The Founders and The Dominion?  I hope we get those answers and more in Star Trek Picard, even though the show is focused on the former captain of the Federation Starships Enterprise D&E.  We’ve been confirmed to see Seven of Nine from Voyager in this series, so why not take a few episodes to answer some of the fans questions like mine from previous series?

As for Star Trek Discovery, I only know bits and pieces about what’s going on.  I saw the first episode as that premiered on CBS and heard and read tidbits on the rest of the series.  I didn’t like the look of the Klingons as they changed their appearance again from what we saw in The Original Series (that got explained in Enterprise) to the classic look of the Klingons from the Original Series’ films all the way until Star Trek Into Darkness (the 2nd Kelvin Timeline film) and now Star Trek Discovery, but again from what I understand the appearance gets explained.  Fair enough.  How am I going to react to seeing yet another actor take on the role of Captain Christopher Pike?  I don’t know.  Spock likewise.  Until I see it, I don’t think I like the fact that Zachary Quinto didn’t play him here.  The way it’s supposed to be is that even though there are multiple mirrored universes, the appearance of the characters is the same, so why not have Quinto play that part as he was the only other person aside from Leonard Nimoy to play the part?  I’m sure this new dude is awesome and I can’t make an opinion yet, but we’ll see.  Another thing I have concern for, now that I think of it, is the look of the technology.  I liked that things looked pretty modern to us in that first episode of Discovery, but maybe it was a little too modern as opposed to what we saw in The Original Series and it’s 6 films.  I have no idea how Star Trek Picard looks like ship technology wise, but I just hope that the displays look nearly the same as they did the last time we saw them timeline wise in the film Star Trek Nemesis.  Fingers crossed!

So, there it is!  I’m excited!  I have two more films in the Kelvin timeline to watch, Star Trek Into Darkness and Star Trek Beyond, then two seasons plus a few short treks go to on Star Trek Discovery before I’m completely caught up with the Star Trek universe.  I can’t believe I made it from start to finish.  What am I going to do with all my free time now?  I suspect that I will finally watch all of those shows that I have neglected on Netflix and Hulu!  What a strange world I’m going to!

Live long, and prosper!

All By Myself

Happy Friday, y’all.  I hope this weekend brings you some rest, and maybe some fun too!  I’m getting one of my two short weeks this month, so I’m looking forward to the extra day to rest and more than likely sit and wonder why the hell it is that I’m a fan of such a horrible football team.  LOL!

Today’s blog is probably going to end up being a sad one, so I apologize in advance if that’s the way this comes out.  Just to let you know, I really only start writing whenever I have an idea of what I want to say, but I really don’t have any structure to my thoughts or anything.  I just let my fingers type away whatever comes to my mind.  With that said, what’s come to my mind this past week, aside from my Hispanic heritage history lesson like I mentioned a few days ago, is me coming to grips with being (as the popular kids said about 6 years ago) forever alone.  I’ll be honest.  Most of the time, I try not to think about it because it just bums me out, but lately it’s been swimming more towards the front of my dome.  Little reminders here and there spring up and I always end up asking myself “Man.  What the hell is so wrong with you, dude?”  Inevitably, I come up with a few answers:

  1. I’m short
  2. I’m fat
  3. I’m very much in INFJ introvert
  4. I’m nerdy
  5. I’m a neat, clean, and tidy person
  6. I’m not rich
  7. I don’t seek out the newest material possessions (i.e. newer vehicle, newest smartphone, etc)
  8. I don’t like to go to bars/clubs
  9. I’m very religious and try to live my life within my Catholic moral structure (that’s not to say I fail at it. A LOT.  BUT, I try!)

After the self-insulting part of my brain tells me those 9 facts and probably others in a quick succession, I nod and agree that those are pretty good reasons as to why I don’t even get the time of day from the opposite sex.  I guess I have nothing to offer that women find attractive, and that sucks.  Don’t get me wrong though.  I’ve tried.  Lord knows I’ve tried.  Most of the time, I find that women find my kindness and genuine concern for them to be a front for something else.  Little do they realize that I show love to everybody I care about.  Also, I’ve actually gotten female friends essentially proverbially turn their noses up at me over the fact that I go to Confession frequently (weekly or bi-weekly) and I attend Mass on all holy days of obligation (that means every Sunday and other various feast days during weekdays when they happen throughout the year).  How being strong in my faith, knowing my faith, and loving my faith turns into being a bad thing to women, I have no idea, but I find that to be a hindrance as well.  Granted, I’m judging women hating on my love for God strictly from a platonic spectrum, but I’d have to think that it goes across the board.  I know, generalizing ain’t cool but whatcha gonna do, right?

So, from time to time I find myself doing my thing in my apartment and I pause to think about just how much it would be cool to have that person of interest who would actually want to listen to me talk about the interesting things I learned that day, or music that I felt inspired by, or a documentary that I watched that moved me in one way or another and at the present I have nobody.  I know it’s breaking my old man’s heart that I’m alone… probably my grandparents too, but at this point I feel like it’s really out of my control.  I’ve done all I can do within reason.  I’ll probably keep finding myself like I did last night.  I was tired, had nobody to talk to, and I was actually feeling lonely.  This morning, aside from the loneliness, I’ve added a touch of depression to the mix, so I’m having a fantastic time.  If there is a single, nerdy, relaxed, introverted, traditionalist Catholic woman out there, send her my way!

Have a great weekend my dudes!

I Stand Apart

“No matter how you care to define it, I do not identify with the local group. Planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, party, union, club, association, neighborhood improvement committee; I have no interest in any of it. I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.”

― George Carlin, Brain Droppings

“You don’t wanna get mixed up with a guy like me, Dottie.  I’m a loner.  A Rebel.”

– Pee-Wee Herman

When I was growing up, now that I look back on things, I don’t think I was ever liked right off the bat.  Hell, come to think of it, nothing has changed there.  I say that being picked last during playground activities, etc., and the “Don’t take any shit from anybody” message that was given to me by my tía and my grandma formulated the thought in my brain that I was always going to be a one-man wolf pack first.  I was short, and after age 7 I was fat, but I was at least likeable and sometimes funny so that gave me an advantage in my youth to gain friends when given the chance.  During my childhood, as I’ve touched on before in my music blog post, I was allowed the freedom to find my love in the arts.  Not only did I listen to a lot of different music, but I also watched a variety of movies, and I also got into stand-up comedy.  I liked the popular stand ups of the time like Robin Williams, Rodney Dangerfield, etc.… but I also got even more into the guys I shouldn’t have at my age, like George Carlin and Sam Kinison.  They are still pillars of my emotional foundation.  I wanted to listen to everything they put out and I loved them dearly.  Kinison’s albums “Louder than Hell”, “Have You Seen Me Lately?”, and “Live From Hell” along with his HBO Comedy Special “Breaking the Rules” plus the bits he did on Rodney Dangerfield’s Young Comedian Specials still has me laughing up to this day, and  don’t even get me started on George.  “Free Floating Hostility” from his album “Back in Town” is something that I still preach as a foundation of my core principals in life!  Well, maybe not all of it.  “Cowboy hats and cowboy boots” is something that I wear, so I’ll skip that part of agreement with him.  I carried his first book, “Brain Droppings” around like the cherished item it was to me, and the thoughts and ideas therein made me feel like it was ok to be the outcast and forgotten person.  “You don’t want me to be a part of your group?  Well good.  I’m better by myself anyway, suckas!” was and still is my mentality.  I’ve never really fit in with anybody, nor have I wanted to.  What’s the point of doing so?

That brings me to the point of this little post.  Groups.  Last month, out of curiosity to satisfy the knowledge of why these people exist, I watched the expose documentary series on the freemasons.  As some of you may know, Catholic men like myself are forbidden from becoming members of said society, but instead of just being told that I couldn’t, I had to see the reasons why as to give myself ammunition for those who would seek to debate me on the topic.  I do the same thing every night learning my own faith so that I can defend it against those who oppose it or try to talk me out of it.  Anyway, there I was watching this multi part documentary all the while thinking to myself, “Why do people do these stupid things?”  Not just men and their freemasonry, or whatever.  Women too.  There are lots of groups, clubs, etc. that individuals join just to be part of something.  I can’t understand it.   Every little group thing I’ve been talked or forced into, I’ve hated.  Yes, even religious ones.  I’m so much of a loner that I can’t see the point of gathering together as a group to do the same thing.  It’s strange to me.  I’m such a private person when it comes to my interests that quite honestly I’d rather keep them to myself.  Does that make me even weirder?  The only interests that I share out to the public are this blog and my music.  I’m proud of the music I’ve made with my brothers, but I’m not going to go out and seek some sort of community either in real life or online about the brotherhood of being in a band.  Same thing with blogging.  I’m not gonna seek out some online forum for bloggers.  I don’t do either to seek the approval of others.  I do them as a creative outlet for me.  If somebody happens to enjoy either one of them, that’s freaking awesome and I thank you, but honestly, I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for me.

Maybe it’s the very strong type b personality of mine coming out, or the INFJ traits that manifest themselves more and more as each day passes, but I just don’t want to be a part of a larger group for anything.  I like to watch from afar and make decisions and speak on a topic from my own point of view and stand as an individual so that I can have my voice truly heard.  Are you still reading this?  Nah, you probably tuned out long ago.  Ha!  It’s alright.  It happens a lot.

Until next blog, amigos!

An Outlet

Hey y’all!  I’m back with more thoughts from this ol’ dome of mine.  I just had a nice long weekend thanks to one Christopher Columbus and having that extra time gave me a lot to think about.  I also refreshed the look of my page here for the first time ever, but I figured 7 years with the same layout was a good run.  I tell you, I’m not good with change.  LOL!

First of all, and quickly, I’ve decided to be even more regimented than before and I think it’s actually working out for me quite nicely!  After a few years, I’ve finally gotten tired of wasting my one true day off on Saturday by either having to clean, do laundry, or be committed to go anywhere.  I’ve been making it a point to clean my joint up and do laundry on Wednesday and Thursday to give me Friday night to start my 1½ days of freedom.  Now, funny enough, when I mentioned my entire week (Monday gym, Tuesday Grandparent’s Day, Wednesday/Thursday Clean and Do Laundry, Friday & Saturday let the chips fall where they may, Sunday Mass then NASCAR/NFL) to some friends, they shook their heads in shame.  For some reason, they can’t comprehend the fact that I am very structured.  Not only do I have my designated days for things, but I try to go to bed at the same time every day and it’s early at that, so even more reason to get ridiculed.  What can I say?  I need that structure in my life.  It makes me happy.

By allowing myself to have those 1½ days of freedom between Friday afternoon and all day Saturday, I gave myself the opportunity to catch up with some programs on Netflix, HBO, and Showtime.  I had been wanting to watch Kevin Smith’s and Henry Rollins’ respective specials on Showtime for a while now and when I finally did get around to watching them, boy did they give me even more sadness about myself.  I’m trying to use the right words too, because maybe sadness isn’t quite it.  Regret, maybe?  I don’t know exactly what it is, but I’ll try to explain here.  As I’m sure I’ve mentioned in previous blog posts, I have a very needy creative mind.  I’m a musician, and if it were up to me, I’d also probably be some sort of public speaker, creative writer, something!  I feel the need to express myself via those two art form mediums pure and uninterrupted, and that’s why I’ve had this blog for 7 years running now.  I don’t get paid for writing it, but it soothes that creative itch to share those expressions that feel they need to get out of me.  Additionally, yes, if you are seeing this blog post on clonesn.wordpress.com and not the wordpress reader, that mic’ed up drumset is mine.  That was taken the last day I played them which was Memorial Day Saturday of last year.  It goes without saying that I desperately miss playing music.  It’s not really my fault that I haven’t.  Life has gotten in the way of my bandmate’s and I’s schedules and the band has taken a backseat.  I’m free now, but they really aren’t so that’s left me with this unscratched itch to play in a band.  The thing with that is that I need to play music with people that I know.  I just can’t play with complete strangers.  I need to know their musical likes, dislikes, and style of playing so that we can see if we’re compatible.  I know it sounds snobbish of me to say, but that’s the truth, so I don’t want to go to Guitar Center or Craig’s List or somewhere and try my hand at auditioning for some band or to form a band myself.  Maybe if things get bad enough, I might resort to it, but I don’t know yet.  Anyway, while watching Henry Rollins’ special, he told the story about his band, Rollins Band, opening up for Ozzy Osborne somewhere in Florida in the early to mid 1990s and playing for a crowd of roughly 25,000 people.  I don’t want to ruin it much for you, but something about the story struck me.  The thing that made me think was that Henry has now purposefully retired from music.  That, I learned from his latest appearance on The Joe Rogan Experience podcast, but in any event, Rollins at one point in his life played for a crowd of 25,000 people and even though they didn’t really cheer for him anywhere near as loud as they cheered for the headlining act, he got a response and loved every minute of it, but now finds himself not wanting to keep that dream alive.  He says that he has nothing else to say lyrically.  I find that insane to believe, really.  How can you not write songs about the experiences that he has now traveling the world gathering stories to speak of on his “talking on stage” tours?  Maybe he gets the same rush from the hundreds to a few thousand people he gets at the venues he gets booked at, and that’s cool, but to me the rush you get from playing music has to be different.  You’re speaking a universal language where somebody who doesn’t even speak English can understand the music you’re playing and their energy combines with yours to create even more emotion and musical expression.  I know, I’m getting too deep here, but my point is that hearing that story of him playing got me sad that I haven’t every had that experience in a rock band setting.  I’ve played for a few packed houses of a few hundred people and I can still tap into that feeling and crave more.  It got me wanting to play my drums and get people to connect with either me or a feeling inside themselves and right now I don’t have an outlet for that.  I guess sadness is the word I’d describe how I feel about it.

I finished Henry’s special and went on to Kevin Smith’s special.  Now, for those who know me in the real world, you know that I am a big Kevin Smith fan.  I was really looking forward to seeing this Showtime special for a few weeks now since it’s come out, but it was only until this weekend that I actually had the time to do it.  I wasn’t disappointed.  The one message that Kev always tries to put out on any of his numerous podcasts and now this special is that anybody can do what he does.  Everybody has a talent.  Chase your dreams!  I hear this every time and I say to myself “Hell yeah, man!  You’re right!  I should write more!  Play more music!  Make more people laugh with the stupid things I say!  Something!  I have these creative gifts, I should freakin’ use them!”  And well, here I am!  I figure this medium will be the closest I’ll ever get to going up on stage and talking about my life and maybe hopefully inspire somebody to follow their dreams or save them from ruin with one of the many stories of my life.  My feeling of needing to help those who are in need of a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on, and ear to beat, whatever, is out there.  I’m gonna follow what Kev told me and do this.  If all I ever do is connect with you, then that’s good enough for me.

Thanks for taking the time to read my post!  Until next time, y’all!

I’M OLD!!!!!!

I can’t believe it, but it’s finally happened.  I’ve finally gotten old.  I know, it sounds crazy to say and for some even worse to admit, but I’ve officially become old.  I can’t tell you exactly when it happened, to be honest, and maybe that’s also a sign of old age, but it has.  I’ll explain here briefly.

During this last camping trip a couple of weeks ago, I found that I really had no energy to go hike or explore the camping area.  Granted, it was raining just about half or more than half the time we were there and I just didn’t want to bother with wet clothes, etc, I was just really too tired to do anything anyway.  I just wanted to sit and relax.  What the hell, right?  Another thing, I’ve become one of those people to refer to people between the ages of 18-25 as kids.  Legally, they are adults, but let’s face it; most of them don’t know a thing about life.  No offense to those who read this who are in this age group.  I was there in that age group 13 years ago, but looking back, until I reached around the age of 26 or so, I still really didn’t get it.  I thought that I understood, but looking back I know I didn’t.  Lastly, two of my favorite films have helped shed light that yes, in fact, I am now old.  Those two films are Hot Tub Time Machine and Grandma’s Boy.  Fine American cinema, as you probably already know!  L O L!!!!  But for as raunchy and silly of comedies that they are, they both deal with “people of a certain age” which is really anything older than 29 and living life after that stage.  For example, in Hot Tub Time Machine, the group of friends travel through time in a hot tub (hence the name of the film.  Clever, right?!), yet until one of them sees their reflection in the mirror they all think that they are living life as guys in their late 30s/early 40s.  When they still don’t know they are young again (spoilers) they all notice the fact they feel great and full of energy, etc.  It’s a hilarious film, well to me it is, and even though that one scene when they say that they feel great, fantastic, etc. I laughed then but it really didn’t register until recently that when you get older you start to feel it.  I look at it now with different eyes and wish that I could have those youthful feelings again too.

Yesterday, while preparing dinner, I decided to put on Grandma’s Boy just to have background noise for me to laugh to.  That silly movie is still funny to me, but for the first time yesterday it made me feel old.  I didn’t feel old because I understood all the video game references in it or that I was in my mid 20s when that movie came out and it felt relevant to me… no, I felt old because the main character gets teased for being 35 and working as a video game tester with a bunch of 18-25 year old kids.  All of a sudden I went from laughing at some of the insults to saying “Holy SMOKES!  I’m freakin’ older than this dude is in the movie!  I’m 3 months shy of 38!!  This dude was only 35 and they were just calling him “old man”!  No way!!!”  Well, even that that said, I finished out the movie and still laughed, but it really had me thinking the whole time if that’s what kids think of me.

I don’t feel like I’m elderly yet though!  Let me make that clear!  I still have some youthful energy in me, but young?  Those days have passed my friends.  I had my moment in the sun.  I think I missed it, actually, but apparently it was there.  I’ve become a man who really doesn’t fit in.  I’m not young by any means, but at the same time I’m not old either.  What a weird phase to have entered into.

¿Who Dis?

This past week, for some reason, I surpassed the 100 follower mark.  Insane, right?!  I thank each and every one of you for following me, by the way!  In honor of that, and also in honor of a recent discovery and mutual follow and their “About Me” blog post, I thought I should do one of my own!  Just in case y’all are reading this through WordPress’ Following<Reader section of their website and that “About Me” section just isn’t really there.

Oh, still reading!  Whew!  Cool!  Well, hi there!  My name is David.  At least, that’s the handle my loving parents glossed me with.  For about the past 10 years, most people have known me by my band name, Clone.  Yep, I’m one of those imaginary rockstar dudes.  Even worse, I’m a drummer!  I know, the old joke is that drummers really aren’t musicians.  I get it, I get it.  Haha!  In any event, yes, I am a drummer in a band with my most of my best friends and our name is Searchlight Needles.  Look us up!  You’ll find our first album is up on all your favorite digital music outlets.  I’ve been a drummer nearly all my life.  Some of my favorite memories as a child were playing drums on my couch with flyswatters.  I’d be drumming along to 80’s hair metal, because that’s what I really loved back in my youth.  Well, I take that back.  I’ve loved all styles of music since I was young, if you want me to be honest.  That’s one thing that I can tell you right off the bat.  Music is my life.  I was raised on The Beatles, Elvis Presley, Grupo Mazz, Selena, Emilio Navaira, “King” George Strait, Reba McIntyre, The Judds, The Latin Breed, and Led Zeppelin just to name a few artists my parents exposed me to.  From there, my godfather (who is a badass, by the way.  I miss that dude and I need to really reconnect with him), dropped by the house one day when I was about 6 and brought me a stereo system.  It was one of those receiver deals with two separate speakers.  Not a boom box, this thing was legit!  Naturally, I just wanted to hear whatever songs the radio had for me.   Well, not too long after, I found it.   Mötley Crüe had a new single out titled “Girls, Girls, Girls” and I was in love.  From then on, it was a love affair with heavy metal music that continues to this day.  I got into the aforementioned Mötley Crüe, Ratt, Poison, Bon Jovi, Cinderella, and the list goes on.  Yes, Glam Metal!  It ruled!!!  That’s why I love the band Steel Panther so much too.  But that’s another story.

Where was I?  Oh yes, me.  So, yes.  Not only am I a musician, er drummer.  Whatever.  I’m also just your regular ol’ dude who is passionate about many other things aside from music.  One thing people will tell you about me who know me in the real world is that I’m passionate about the relationships I keep.  I love my friends and family.  Without them, I’d be nothing.  Most of them put up with my stupid qwerks, my crazy moods, and my tendency to find the joke in anything.  If I’m talking to you and I haven’t made at least 1 joke in about 5 minutes, you know something’s wrong with me.  I can have my serious moments too.  Take religion, for example.  That’s one thing I’m serious about.  I’ve blogged plenty about it, so take a look around at my previous posts and find out about that journey.  I think it’s kinda cool.

I suppose I should mention this too.  In an odd turn of events in my life, I’ve also never been married nor do I have any children.  I think that topic in today’s society deserves a blog all of its own, but yeah, I’m a regular guy living his life out solo deep.  To be honest, I always imagined myself being married and having kids as a kid myself.  I was always waiting for it to happen, as stupid as that sounds.  I think it actually gives me a nice prospective on life, though.  I’ve found the blessings in it all, so it’s not all that bad.

That’s really all I can think of about me that can’t be explored further here on my blog.  I’ve actually been blogging here on WordPress since November 5, 2011! I’m coming up on 7 years here!  94 posts (including this one) and counting!  Well, I actually had more, but I deleted some that no long had relevance in my life/didn’t represent me well.  I’m sure you’ll find something interesting about me in those other 93 posts!

So, thank you again for following me!  You keep reading, and I’ll keep on writing!

Say Hi to Old Man Clone!

So, here’s a question.  How set are you in your ways?  Kinda made you think there, right?  I’ve been thinking about this question over the week due to some conversations I’ve had.  The first one that really jump started this crazy thought was a guy that I used to work with.  He is big into fantasy football, which admittedly I don’t like at all because I feel it takes away from the sport but I digress, and in any event he was talking about how his fantasy teams didn’t fare so well with the upsets and crazy games that happened in the NFL over the weekend.  The kicker out of all of this (no pun intended) was the fact that he mentioned something about talking to his roommate about the games that were going on and hearing that triggered my brain.  I thought “Holy smokes.  Roommate?!  OH HELL NO.  I could never live with a roommate!”  and after the conversation was over, I kinda laughed to myself thinking about the roommate situation.  Maybe it’s my introversion coming through, or maybe it’s my near OCD levels of cleanliness and organization that I can’t fathom rolling the dice with rooming up with somebody hoping that they would be at least sorta like me when it comes to keeping things clean and organized.  Then panic really set in at the thought of this dude’s friends coming over.  What if I didn’t know them?  There’d I’d go having to put on this face… this persona of showing that I enjoyed these random strangers invading my space when in fact I was slowly dying inside.  What if I was really tired and just wanted some peace and quiet but had to deal with some get together and that noise it brings?!  Ahhhhhhhh!!!!  Freak OUT!  But alas!  It was all just a quick waking nightmare of something that will never happen to me because, well, I’m set in my ways.  I am who I am.  I’m a loner.  A rebel!  Wait!  No, that was Pee-Wee Herman and his hitchhiking buddy Mickey’s line!  Haha!  All kidding aside, I really am a loner.  I need to be alone most of the time.  I can’t handle being outside of my house for too long before I start to miss the peace and quiet away from the outside world and I get into a not so favorable mood because of it.  I need to be alone at said domicile along with that too, so that I can recharge and be alone with my thoughts in order to keep a good mood going.  Call it what you will… childish, immature, weird, stupid.  You know what, it is what it is and I am what I am.  I have no desire to change that.

With that being said, I was having another conversation with another coworker who is going to get married in a few weeks.  The conversation moved over to the living with each other aspect of it all and at least it was a mutual conversation that was being had this time about the subject and this person is pretty worried about the small details about living with their soon to be spouse.  I brought up all the logistics of moving from their parents’ house to the new apartment and everything along with the talk about the adjustment period living with a new spouse and that got me thinking about that every happening to me.  L O L!!!!!!!  As if it ever would!  My track record with the opposite sex is pretty tragic, if you want me to be honest.  I’m not holding out too much hope for a relationship to happen any time soon, much less a marriage.  Hahaha!!!  But anyway, I got to thinking about that too!  Holy smokes.  What would happen if I ever got married?  I mean, love conquers all, right?  But what if I got married to a, *how to I put this lightly?  Ah screw it, I’ll call it what it is!*, lazy woman?  “Ah, I’ll get to doing laundry later (while the Mount Everest of clothes is growing larger over somewhere in a room).”  “Ah, the house isn’t that dirty (meanwhile the floors look like they haven’t been cleaned in forever and there is crap all over the place) it can wait until later to clean.”  I’d die of an anxiety attack!!!  LOL!  Now, people these days would say “well, you’d know that before marrying her to know if she’s lazy or a slob, dude!”  Really?  Maybe if I lived with her beforehand, yeah, but for religious and moral reasons, I really don’t believe in doing that, so no, I wouldn’t really know too much unless she gave me an ear beating about me currently having designated days and times to clean and do laundry all on a consistent basis now.  The thought of me finding out that I’d be having to fix my way out of a situation like that gives me a headache.  LOL!

Now, I know it sounds very snobbish of me to say all of this, but I’m by no means a charm or anything either, my thing is that I feel I’m already set in my ways over the majority of my life.  I have my favorite sports teams that I’m passionate about and I like to see their games.  No, I will not switch governments and start to cheer for your teams, especially if I hate them.  LOL!  I don’t like to try new things out most of the time because I know what I like.  I keep a very clean house and stay on top of my laundry.  I am into nerdy things.  I hate “horror” movies.  I love Las Vegas and Phoenix and really don’t give a damn about going anywhere east of visiting my best friend in Central Texas, or north of my other best friend in St. Louis here in the United States.  So basically the east coast… don’t care to see ya.  No offense, you’re just not where I like to be nor do I care to travel out there to make sure that I don’t like to be there.  I don’t like to compromise my happiness because it took me a long time to get to this point of being consistently happy and finding the things that bring me joy.  I know what I like, I know how to keep my happy, and I know what I need in my life to keep things that way.  Is that a product of being in my late 30s?  Is that a product of living my life enough to figure things out finally?  Or am I just weird?