girls, girls, girls

"An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate."

I am James. And I know what you're wondering. Why is this sweet, humble, handsome, intelligent man standing outside this apartment building surrounded by overpriced clothes. Well, those are my clothes. And that building is where I evidently don't live anymore.

No this isn't the story of an eviction victim. This is the story of a man and more than one woman. (Which of course means I automatically lose.)

First there was Jessie. A yoga instructor that loves rock music and hockey. Definitely a keeper. So I kept her for three years. We had this great laid back relationship. She trusted me and I did whatever I want.

Make that whoever I want. Amy the perky co-ed. Leigh the budding writer. Nora the tattoo artist. And the latest lady, the cause of my inevitable downfall, Madison the tourist. Yes, she was only in town for the weekend and I would have never suspected that she would be the one. The one to walk into Jessie's studio and gush about the night with the sexy local named James.

Hold your horses. I can feel the judgment, and I don't appreciate it. I love Jessie. I have pretty much since the moment I saw her. I love her in that corny watch her sleep way. But... well... its just against my nature to be so monogamous. And who am I to fight nature.

I'll think about doing better next time, but I won't make any promises.

h to the izzo

"He who does not feel me is not real to me therefore he doesn't exist"

My name is Rhyan. Rhyan Martrell. I am a junior in high school. I have a 3.85 gpa, am vice-president of the honor society, and am in the glee club. I raise my hand in class and enjoy answering questions correctly. I prefer playing Trivial Pursuit more than watching football. I am, by all definitions of the word, a nerd.

So what does that mean? That I am smart, hard-working, self-motivated, and goal-oriented. It means that I embrace my uniqueness, and don't necessarily long to fit in. And I have friends. I have fun times. I have parental issues. I can't wait to get my own car. I look forward to moving away for college.

But, I have no desire to be one of the "cool kids". I don't want to hang out and party on weekends. I'd rather read Thoreau. I don't want to smush into the bleachers at football games just to cheer on the home team. The list goes on... Most importantly, I don't want to dumb myself down just to fit in. I'm sure they make fun of me. Or maybe they don't even notice me at all. Either way, it doesn't matter. They are not like me. They don't want to understand me. Their priorities are vastly different than mine. Therefore, their opinions don't matter. In my mind, they barely even exist.

takeover

"A wise man told me don't argue with fools, cause people from a distance can't tell who is who."

It all begins and end here.
I am on vacation from dealing with these foolish dudes who either have no game or think they are God's gift. I'm tired of searching for the middle ground. I can teach you game, but I don't have time for that. I can tell you about yourself, but you're not ready for that. So I'm on vacation from the constant soulmate search. I'm only interested in building friendships and networks. So step off til August.

AND I'm done with the pretense. I refuse to let the foolish folks at work stress me out while they get to live in contented oblivion. My job is not to protect people from clashing or to minimize the crazy. I'm on vacation, which the rest of my tenure at this job should be interesting. We shall see who survives it with a paycheck and their sanity.

Jay, thanks for the advice. I've been trying to change these foolish people, which is nothing but a foolish act in and of itself. Obviously, I need to take some time to reassess my approach. So until further notice, there's no reason for me to be nice or safe... Keep your eyes open and your hands to yourself.