balding_young

Had to make sure I had at least one post that wasn't friends only. Here it is. Comment if you want to be added.

So I've got this thing, where I have a hard time with my memory. It's not any thing that really effects me on a daily basis, or anything like that, but more so on a yearly basis. I have a hard time remembering events, people, stuff like that. The funny thing is that this does not effect me at work or anything like that, because I can remember work just fine, I receive packages often, and I can often remember a package weeks after the fact when asked about it. Despite this so called "memory" I can not for the life of me remember people often. For example, I ran into an old High school classmate at a party about a month or so ago. I had no recollection of who she was, (despite her repeated questioning), infact I only remember about 10 people from my 300 person class. Sure I wasn't the most social, but I know I interacted with more than 10 people. Anyways, all of this is somewhat off the point of this post. I have a question: What are you made of? You see, because of my lack of memory when it comes to people (and things done with those people) I've determined that people just have to make a bigger impact on me if they want to leave any trace of their existence in my brain. This got me to conclude that I'm made of steel...well my memory is atleast. You see, the theory goes, that some people are made of plastic, or paper, or whatever, and just the slightest bump from someone else leaves that permanent mark. Me on the otherhand...you better be running into me often, or just really hard if you expect to leave a mark.

That's the unconventional way I meant to ask the question. Conventional? Well, clearly I want to know what your resolve is. You see, as I said, I'm looking for a much harder job...this means I have to get into shape. I have NEVER worked out with any routine in my life. Not that I'm out of shape, I have amazing genes that have allowed me to never get overweight (despite eating all of anything I want whenever I want), I do little physical things on a regular basis, but despite this, I've never had problems with lifting heavy objects, or lasting as long as I needed to in whatever the activity (the few occasions that labor has popped into my schedule). Despite those wonderful genes I have no dillusions that I will have to be in much better shape if I am to survive working 12 hour days of heavy labor for weeks on end. So I have been working out...for about a month plus now. Huge deal for me, pushups, situps, pull-ups, stairmaster (or as my co-worker calls it: stairmonster). Yeah, going pretty much all out, well all out as far as I'm concerned. Here's the thing, I kept this up, for well, atleast a month, and now? Well, I did two sets of pushups, one set of situps, one set of pull-ups, and some lunges yesterday. Not bad...except I've been aiming for FIVE of each...I'm starting now to worry that maybe it's only my memory that's made of steel, and not my resolve. Hopefully there's a chance for those to switch places...alas, we'll see, for now I'll do my best. Off to do pushups now, wish me luck.

Ok, did anyone else having a hard time with the "Interests" part of your profile? I for one had a really hard time with something in particular. Sex. Here's the thing, I like it, what guy doesn't? In fact, I once heard about a study that stated that guys on average think of sex one out of every three seconds of the day. Sounds like a lot doesn't it? Really it only sounds that way because they break it down into seconds, if you just say one out of every three hours, suddenly that stat isn't so...frightening. Not to me at least. Actually I've told my wife that I believe I'm above normal in that category. Here's why, say you ignore the sleeping part of the day, so now you have, what a 16 hour day? Ok, take a third...wait, actually to make this easier on me, let's say you sleep 9 hours. Ok, take a third, now you have just five hours. Let's say you are lucky enough to have it that day, foreplay included, now you have just thought about it for an hour, after all, what else are GUYS thinking about while they are doing it...surely not baseball. Ok, but what if your wife called you that morning and told you that you were going to get a little something special at the end of the day? Uh oh, now you think about it all day at work too....that means 8 hours of work, and 1/2 for lunch, add on the one hour drive home, don't forget to add on the time it took to get to a point when either the kids were asleep, or you weren't starving...let's say it's another hour before it happens after you get home. Ok, now that day of 15 hours there's been 11 1/2 hours spent thinking about it...that's a lot more than 1 out of every three seconds. Do that a couple times a week, not to mention the next day thinking about the last day...I think you get my point.
That wasn't the point here though, I had this problem, if I'm a guy, with high testosterone levels (Gift and a curse at the same time, since this is a large part of why I'm balding young...over it though) how can I not put sex as one of my interests? I think about sex a lot, and surely you must put that as an interest given the amount of time I think about things I can/will/have done (only think about the wife, so it's not a sin per say) right? Here's the problem though, who actually looks for SEX when looking for people with common interests? Yeah, think about it. At best it's a normal person...not in a normal mood. So there it is, that is why I have REMOVED sex from my interests.

Ok, started writing this, and realized how little you know about me (nothing). So I found myself going back and trying to explain everything...this got long. I appologize and completely understand if you skim through and read one word from each sentance in order to get through it. Or you could skip this entirely. Hey, don't forget, if you mention the radio add that brought you here, half the words are cut out!

( Work History )
( Problem )
( Dream job )
( Current Pursuit )

The end. If you read that I applaud your amazingly obvious lack of ADD.

Having never had a journal that I expected people to read, or view more than twice (once to add, and once to check if I ever journal)...I never bothered making my journal anything more than the basics. I do have one that my wife atleast added some pictures to, and I actually filled in the bio part one night...but that's about as far as I've gone. Given all of that, my skills at personalizing all of this stuff, well is desperately lacking. Please forgive this, as maybe someday I will get around to figuring it out, if not...well then just consider me boring and bland I guess.

Ok, so this isn't my first journal per say...but I've never had one that I even intended to really write in. At most I had one journal that I put about 3 posts in...that lasted I think a week or two, and then I let it die a slow and torturous death. I have other journals, you know, ones that I have so I can read friends, or family's journals, and friends only posts. I can't really post in those though, because my family doesn't really get along with everyone, and quite frankly I don't want them to know what I think about all of that. Also there is parts of my family that I don't want to know me really...yeah, I'm sure I'm not the only one. Therefore I now have this journal...created with much resolve here at 4 am, decision made to create this just a mere half hour ago. Well, if this lasts more than a month, then I'd say there's something to it. Time will tell.

So, how much does pop culture affect who you are? For me it's probably a lot more than it should be. I constantly tell people "God Bless You." Why? Because of that stupid love bites movie, atleast I think that's where I got it from. It's the little things like that, I do things, because I think of some character in any random movie, and how they would like it to be done or said. I know it's sad to put so much credit into some imaginary character's preferences, but that's just what I do...often. Oh well, life will go on I guess.