Month: January 2013

WARNING: MILD NERDINESS INCOMING

Anyone who knows me, knows I am a huge Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire fan. I read all the books in a maddened, month-long frenzy this summer. I’d definitely recommend both series (TV and Literature) to anyone who is a fan of fantasy, political-intrigue, medieval history, complex characters that reside in a world dominated by moral greys, or just exquisitely crafted fictitious worlds. With that said, if you aren’t familiar with the series at all, some of this might be lost on you, and if you are only familiar with the TV Series, well, I’m hoping to not really spoil anything.

With that said, I am writing about my family today.

A family apart does not cease to be a family, but they can’t compare to a family together.

Lately, my family feels more and more like the Starks.

January has always been a very lonely month for you.

This, the happiest January you’ve had in a couple years, is also the loneliest.

What did Mark Twain say about lasting a couple of months on a good compliment? Well, a human can last a couple of months on some good companionship — or in your case, a couple of years. Then he or she is on their own.

You would never admit it; being lonely. You’re too rock solid, at least in your own eye. Loneliness is for the weak and the troubled. Loneliness is one of those fowl scents that permeates off of a person like a ghastly mixture or cigarettes and whiskey off of that too-far-gone alcoholic.

You can’t help but feel it, though. Enero, enero, enero. It’s kind of close to zero when you write it out, but that’s a stretch. That lonely month. It’s grinding you down faster than ever. And now, you’re lonely — at times — you’re lonely, that’s the most you’ll ever let yourself admit. It’s a self-admission, and you can’t even give yourself that ground.

You are upset with yourself. You are beside yourself. You can’t forgive yourself because you gave away too much ground. Now you’ve opened your eyes, and now you’re isolated. You know– and you know what is beyond what you know, and that’s really the problem.

You’ve become lonely, and the thing about the lonely is that they stay lonely. (click title to read more)

I like to draft up personal etymologies for words and slang. It is one of those things that is so secretly personal because the personal etymologies are so stupid and silly that I’ve never even told anyone that I do this, but I also feel like it is one of those things that a lot of people grow up doing on their own.

When I think of the word ‘bug’ (e.g. ‘the fact that Hannah Montana never replies to my love letters bugs me’) I always think of the time that I stumbled into an underground Yellow Jacket nest with my neighbor, Josh B. I’m not going to tell the story right now, but the short of it is that he started getting stung before me, and took off running up this big hill, leaving me hopelessly confused. Then I looked around and saw these insects– bugs — all latched onto my skin, humping their little stingers in and out. There was about a 30 second round trip delay between each stinging assault, my nervous system sending the signal of pain to my brain, and my conscious brain processing that I was getting swarmed. I’d call that bugging for sure. (click the title to read more)